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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Sometimes holding on hurts more than letting go - Push Me, Pull Me by Vanessa Garden

Saddled with taking care of her toddler brother and alcoholic father, Ruby has no time for fun. She also can’t shake the growing resentment she feels for her mother’s decision, which left her unable to grieve without anger and regret.

Description:

Release Date: August 25th, 2015

Since Ruby Milton’s mother committed suicide, she’s forgotten what it’s like to be seventeen.

Saddled with taking care of her toddler brother and alcoholic father, Ruby has no time for fun. She also can’t shake the growing resentment she feels for her mother’s decision, which left her unable to grieve without anger and regret.

Then she meets blue-eyed musician Byron Black, who challenges everything she believes.

Byron refuses to let anyone control his life—or his death. When he left the city behind, he was in search of somewhere where nobody knew his secret. What he didn’t expect was to meet a beautiful redhead whose views conflict so completely with his own. But as their romance deepens, he begins to doubt his choices and decides to return to the city…for one last chance.

When Byron disappears, Ruby will stop at nothing to track him down.

Upon finding Byron, Ruby discovers his devastating secret, and a battle of wills begins. Byron doesn’t want her to know this part of him. He has to deal with it by himself, even though the idea of losing her tears him apart.

Will they be able to see each other through the darkness?

Or should they save their hearts and just let go?

3 x 7 things about the author

3 things I love about being a writer: 
Getting to do things vicariously through my character, things I’d never get to do in real life – like kissing a hot, mysterious musician in the rain! 
Being able to work in my pyjamas 
Having a good excuse for my sometimes messy house 

3 ways I make time to write: 
I try to ignore the TV 
I sleep less (which unfortunately results in a very absent mind the next day) 
I try to get up early in the morning while the rest of the house sleeps 

3 books that made me want to become a writer: 
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett (because it is just brilliant) 
The Heaven Series by Virginia Andrews (because of Troy in the maze *sigh* – I read and re-read this series as an early teen about ten times) 
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (because I still get teary eyed thinking about the characters and their yearning for a better life) 

3 challenges I faced writing Push Me, Pull Me: 
Trying to write the heavy, emotionally charged scenes without bawling my eyes out! 
Finding the time to write while looking after my three children 
Staying confident as a writer during the submission process 

3 things that inspired Push Me, Pull Me: 
The lovely bookstore, Collins Booksellers, where I used to work 
Jeff Buckley the (late) singer - he is partially behind the inspiration for Byron's character 
Lord Byron - Byron's namesake! 

3 favourite characters from Push Me, Pull Me: 
Ruby, Byron, Mrs Patfield 

3 words to best describe Push Me, Pull Me: 
A Love Story
EXCERPT




After hitting the travel/poetry/art aisle, I dumped my bag onto the ground before closing my eyes and stretching my arms out until my fingers could just brush the book spines on either side of me. This was my favourite way of choosing a book. Of course, if I didnt like the one I chose, I could always put it back and try again.
Stepping forward, I tried to ignore Mrs. Patfields words and the rampant thudding of my heart, and concentrated on the way my fingers rose and fell from the fat spines onto the skinny ones, waiting for my gut to tell me which book I just had to read. Pausing for a moment, I caressed a long, thin cracked spine, but something made me ignore it and press forward. The right one was coming, I could feel it swirling in the pit of my belly.
After several more steps, my hand moved over something warm and my eyes shot open.
It was a hand, attached to the interesting guy with the fauxhawk, the artists wet dream. Id have to stop calling him that. My cheeks burned and my pulse hammered as my eyes skimmed over his perfectly cut cheekbones and jaw, his mouth with the slightly fuller bottom lip, and those deep blue eyes of his that made me forget all about Mrs. Patfield for a second.
He looked at me, one eyebrow raised and a hint of amusement curving his lips.
I made a little yelping sound in the back of my throat and slid my hand away before shoving it behind my back, berating myself for having left my hand on his for longer than a reasonable second.
Sorry,I mumbled, stepping back, my hand still tingling. I was justlooking for a book.
The way he kept staring at me without saying a word made me hyper aware of the new pimple on my cheek, my chapped lips, and the frizzy-ness of my hair. So I did the only thing that came naturally to me. Book talk. The book in his hand was well worn, the cover faded.
Youre into poetry?I asked, trying to keep from staring at that brutal silvery scar of his and wondering if hed filled out a bit or had finally bought some clothes that fit. I decided on the latter. The top he wore clung to his lean, wiry biceps, but the angles in his face appeared sharper and more chiselled, as though hed gotten thinner.
He raised the book and gave it a little shake.
Hes my namesake.
My eyes skimmed the title.
So, your name isumLord?As soon as the words escaped my lips, fresh heat prickled my cheeks. I hadnt cracked a joke since forever and for some reason it made me feel vulnerable, like I was standing there without pants.

Well, most people address me as Lord, but…” he drummed his fingers against the bookshelf and chewed on his full bottom lip as though he was thinking hard, “…Ill let you call me Byron, because…” he shrugged his shoulders and looked at me from the corner of his eyes, the hint of a grin on his lips. Its not every day I get felt-up in a bookstore.



About the author:

A bookseller and Young Adult author, Vanessa loves nothing more than immersing herself in the exciting world of books. When she is not gushing about her favourite reads with customers, or mentally casting actors to play the characters in her books, Vanessa enjoys hanging out with those she loves most.

12 comments:

Misty said...

I can't wait to read this book. So much responsibility for a young girl.

Amber Ag said...

Sounds great. I love romances where the main characters challenge each other's beliefs and who doesn't love a musician? :)

Stephanie LaPlante said...

This sounds like a page turner...& sad.

Juana said...

I liked the excerpt, and I would love to read this story.

Jan Lee said...

Loved the excerpt! I love humor and I think I'd like this story. "Your name is Lord?" LOL

Arf2-D2 said...

Cute excerpt with nice repartee.

Sharon E said...

Sounds great. Will be on my "To Read" list. Thanks.

Betty Woodrum said...

I really enjoyed the excerpt! Thank you for a great post and contest-love the prizes chocolately things, a mug and a gift card! What more could you ask!!

Vanessa said...

Thanks for having me! :)

Amanda Sakovitz said...

thanks for the chance!

Dan Denman said...

I like the cover and description of the book. I think that I would enjoy reading about these characters.

gemiinii said...

Sounds really good!