Monday, April 28, 2014

To Know Me Blitz

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To Know Me by Marcy Blesy
(To Know Me #1)
Publication date: August 21st 2013
Genres: Romance, Young Adult

Synopsis:
To know me is to die.

Seventeen-year-old Mae is convinced that the consequences of her poor decisions have caused the untimely deaths of her dad, sister Laura, and grandma who all die within a year, no matter how ludicrous her thoughts seem to those she loves. The solution? Run away so no one else she cares for gets hurt (even if she has to keep a GPS tracker on her phone at all times).

Desperate to earn her diploma and salvage something of her life, she transfers schools when people get too close. After switching to Woodson Prep with only two months to go until graduation, Mae keeps her goals in sight. But when she meets Ty, the “perfect boy” with his own secrets and a relentless interest in Mae, she must decide if she can stop running from the past and still protect those she loves.

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TO KNOW ME is the first book in a new YA romance series that follows Mae from her senior year in high school through her first two years in college as she learns to accept the consequences of her past mistakes that keep impacting the relationships with those she loves...and those she shouldn't.      Out now:  TO KNOW ME...TO LOVE ME...TO FORGIVE ME...and coming in summer 2014: TO CHOOSE ME.


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Marcy Blesy is the author of several middle grade and young adult novels and short stories. Her picture book, Am I Like My Daddy?, helps children who experienced the loss of a parent when they were much younger. She has also been published in two Chicken Soup for the Soul books as well as various newspapers and magazines. By day she runs an elementary school library and enjoys spending time with her husband and two boys.

Marcy is a believer in love and enjoys nothing more than making her readers feel a book more than simply reading it. She likes to connect with her readers via twitter (@marcyblesy), email (mablesy(at)yahoo.com), or her blog(www.marcyblesy.com).

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Excerpt
 
“Is this for me?” I ask as Ty stands in the center of the clearing with

a yellow rose in one hand.

“No. It’s for that grandma who’ll be passing this area in about ten

minutes. I’m just practicing my delivery.” He’s so cute when he’s

being sarcastic. I take the rose. In an instant I am shocked back to

the day of Laura’s funeral. Everyone in her sixth grade glass

brought roses to the cemetery to lay upon her grave, yellow ones,

her favorite color. “Why aren’t you smiling?” Ty asks. “Did I do

something wrong?”

“N…no.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he says coming over to my side. “Sit

down.” He points to the picnic table. “Mae, if you don’t tell me

anything I won’t ever be able to help you. I want to help you. I know

what it’s like to need help. There’s a lot you don’t know about me,

too. And I’m willing to tell you. It’s weird because I hardly know

anything about you, but I feel like we’re a lot alike.”

“We’re nothing alike,” I say. I want to tell him. But if I do? Then

what? He won’t understand. No one does.

“Is yellow not a good color for brunettes?” he jokes. I can’t help but

smile. He takes the rose, breaks off the stem, and tucks it behind

my ear. He leans in to smell the rose and kisses my cheek. Only

the crunching of sticks from the older couple on the path stops him

from reaching my lips.

Excerpt #2:

To know me is to die. I mean, to really know me, like when you

know I can run for hours without so much as a water break, or that

cinnamon sugar doughnuts are my weakness, or that my dad gave

me a whole different name. But I don’t let people get that close. I’ve

learned the hard way. Too many people die in my life. Grandma

said I was only unlucky.

“It’s not your fault all those people you love die. It’s just bad luck

that you’ve had to deal with grief so young. Not fair at all,” she’d

said. That was right before she died on my seventeenth birthday

and right after my sister Laura, my dad, and my dog Petie.

I direct Mom Number 4 toward the front door of the high school. I

always get a new mom when I transfer schools. I have yet to find a

school that allows a seventeen­year­old to register herself. I

wanted to graduate in Ohio, but too many people started asking

questions. They weren’t important questions. Just stuff like, “How

come I can’t ever come over to your house?” or “Why won’t you

ever talk about yourself?” or when I do, “That’s not what you told

so­and­so.” I had to leave. To let people into my life isn’t an option

anymore. But, there’re no worries anyone will start to ask questions

here. It’s already March. That diploma is as good as mine. Then I

can enroll in online college and try to salvage something of my

pathetic life.
 
 
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