This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the publisher. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post for a chance to win a paperback copy of In Ruins, the first New Adult spin-off novel in the bestselling YA Something More series by Danielle Pearl! Danielle joins us to answer a few questions.
What would you say is your most interesting writing quirk?
In almost every other aspect of my life, most people who know me would say I’m laid-back to a fault, extremely easy-going, inexcusably lazy—whatever you want to call it. But when it comes to my words, I am the queen of OCD. I will literally toil for hours over a single sentence until every word is exactly right, and placed precisely where I want it. Clearly I still struggle to practice the old finished is better than perfect adage.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
When I’m not writing, I’m usually reading. After all, it’s my obsessive love of books that inspired me to write in the first place, even as a child, and between the Kindle app on my phone and Audible in my car, modern technology has ensured I never have to endure another book-less free moment ever again. And that’s a beautiful thing. I also love connecting with readers, whether through social media, or traveling to book signing events. When I’m not happily lost in the book world, I’m busy with my family, or galavanting around my beloved New York City.
What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?
I’ll tell you what I discovered. I discovered that an author’s internet search history is a scary thing. A potentially incriminating thing. For the record, in case anyone ever sees mine, I’m not a psychopath. It was all book research—I swear.
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
I’ve written so many books over the years—including quite a few hand-written short stories and novellas growing up—that I’m not even sure how many there actually are in total. In Ruins will be my fourth published novel, though I have at least three completed full-length manuscripts I expect to release in 2017. As for my favorite, that’s like asking a mother to choose her favorite child—it’s not that I don’t have one; I definitely do, only it changes regularly. Normal is the first book-baby I ever put out into the world, and it will always hold a special place in my heart, particularly since I wrote the story with a mission and a message in mind, and even though it’s far from a flowery romance, the feedback from readers has been incredibly encouraging. That said, I have to admit, In Ruins is currently the favorite child. Tucker and Carleigh’s story is intense—the kind that makes you question everything you know about love. It delves into the thrill and trauma of first love and life-altering loss, and challenges pre-conceived notions about guilt and forgiveness. I really loved every moment of writing it.
Do you hear from your readers much? What do they say?
I do, actually, and it’s one of my favorite things about this whole being-an-author thing. It’s always surreal—and thrilling—to hear from readers who have fallen in love with my stories or characters. But because of the subject matter of Normal, ReCapK/I>, and Okay, which includes relationship violence and PTSD, I often hear from readers who have experienced some aspect of Rory’s story themselves. I can’t explain how humbling it is when survivors reach out to me to thank me for giving victims a voice, which is very much what I set off to do when I sat down to write Normal in the first place. I wanted to portray these heartbreaking, real-life issues in an honest, gritty way—for readers to experience it the way victims do, without any sugar-coating. But ultimately I wanted to leave readers with a story of not just survival, but hope, and many readers—both survivors and not—have been kind enough to message or email me to thank me for doing just that. Like I said, incredibly humbling.
She wanted to start again. To be someone—anyone—different. . .
Freedom. When Carleigh Stanger thought of college, that was the word that came to mind. Freedom from her unhappy home life. Freedom from high school mistakes. Freedom from the memory of that terrible morning. Only instead of bringing a sweet escape, Carleigh’s first campus party traps her in the scornful gaze of the last person she wants to see, Tucker Green.
It wasn’t long ago that being close to Carleigh was everything Tucker wanted. But that was before he realized she was just another scheming girl who’d do whatever it took to get her way. Even lie to the guy she claimed to love. Unfortunately while Tucker’s brain remembers the pain Carleigh caused, his body only remembers the pleasure . . .
Enjoy an Excerpt:
I linger half in a dream, wondering why I feel as if I’m waking up inside my past. My fingers automatically reach to the base of my throat for the white gold crown charm Tucker gave me before graduation last year, a reminder that I would always be his princess. But always didn’t last, and my fingers come up empty as I recall tearing off the necklace and stuffing it unceremoniously into my bathroom drawer minutes after he broke my heart.
The subtle scent of fresh spring soap, aftershave, and the faint musk of last night’s sweat ambushes my senses. My eyes flutter open to find dawn breaking in through the window shades. It’s still early enough that I doubt anyone else will be awake for a while, but I know that whether it’s minutes or an hour, once Tucker’s eyes open, it won’t be long before I’m asked to leave.
It takes no more than another second or two to register the pattern of his breathing, too lively to indicate sleep, and I stiffen above him. I swallow anxiously and reluctantly look up.
He’s watching me, gaze impassive, but his arms don’t move. His fingertips dance, feather-light along the small of my back, and I wonder if it’s what woke me. I clear my throat, though I have no idea what to say in this moment. But Tucker speaks first.
“This can’t happen again. You know that, right?”
I nod. Because I do know. We’ll never be friends if we blur the lines with this. Not just the sex. Not even mostly the sex. But this. This intimacy. This is what could break us. Break me.
In an instant, the haze of last night’s lust begins to lift, and anxiety settles in its place. Because I doubt I could survive his breaking my heart a second time, and that’s precisely what I’m setting myself up for. I’ve laid my own trap, and I need to free myself before it’s too late.
“We shouldn’t be laying in bed like this,” I tell him.
His smile is wistful. “I know.”
But he makes no move to disentangle himself from me. Instead, he does the opposite, his hand leisurely roving up the avenue of my spine, as if it’s going for a Sunday drive.
I shrug it from my body and sit up, startling him. “Stop doing that,” I snap.
“Touching you?” His brow furrows.
“No! Yes. Touching me, and agreeing with me but continuing this… this affection anyway.”
“Sorry,” he murmurs half-heartedly.
“No you’re not.”
He frowns as I yank the sheet out from under the bedspread and drape it around myself.
“Maybe it was wrong of me,” I admit. “Coming here last night. Maybe I was stupid to believe we could just hook up and walk away. Or that I could. But Tucker, if you wanted to fuck me, then why couldn’t you just fuck me?” My words drown in regret. “You can’t say these things—about my eyes, how you think about me… You can’t stare at me the way you do, or call me Princess. It isn’t fair.”
“No, Tuck. You know how I feel about you. And you said it yourself. When you love someone more than your own life, you don’t let them go for anything.” I stare at him meaningfully. “Anything.”
Tucker shakes his head, eyes lined with exasperation. “Carl, I tried to talk to you about that last night—”
“No, Tuck. I get it now,” I assure him. “And maybe I always should have known. But you must have, right? Or at least you do now.”
“Know what?” His brow furrows deeply, vaguely bewildered.
I glare at him, trying to determine if he’s undermining my intelligence or if I’m somehow not making sense. But I know him better than that, and as easy it would be to vilify him right now, I can’t lie to myself. “Maybe you really did believe it at the time,” I admit. “That you loved me back.”
“Or maybe you really did love me. Just not enough, you know?” I don’t bother fighting the tears. He’s seen them plenty of times now anyway, and if there’s ever been a time to let them flow, it’s now.
And Tuck stops his attempts to explain. He blinks at me, stunned silent, and I suspect he’s finally grasping the weight of his own words. And I realize that even though he’s the one who said them, it’s only now that he’s really understanding their implications. The truth is obvious and cruel, and with it I can stop wondering. I can stop analyzing his words and guessing at their meaning. Because now I know.
Eventually Tucker sighs, raking his fingers through his hair as he searches for words to placate me. But I don’t want his guilt, and I definitely don’t want his pity.
I avert my gaze and it lands on his overnight bag, three feet to my right. I force in a deep breath and shove my hand inside it, pulling out the first piece of clothing I can grab, grateful to discover it’s a t-shirt—fitted for him, but oversized for me. I hastily slip it on.
I look back at him, feeling utterly defeated. “You let me go.”
We both know now what that says about his love, but this isn’t about blame—this is about acceptance. It’s about moving forward. “So let me go,” I beg him, and then hurry out the door.
About the Author: Danielle Pearl is the bestselling author of the Something More series. She lives in New Jersey with her three delicious children and ever-supportive husband, who—luckily—doesn’t mind sharing her with an array of fictional men. She did a brief stint at Boston University and worked in marketing before publishing her debut novel, Normal. She writes mature Young Adult and New Adult contemporary romance. Danielle enjoys coffee, wine, and cupcakes, and not in moderation.