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IKC: Only 4 Months To Go!!
Four months from today The International Kissing Club hits the shelves at a bookstore near you. Yay!! An excerpt while we wait:
At last Cassidy staggered off the plane, her legs barely able to function properly. She had the urgent need to pee. After going through customs she found a restroom and saw herself in a mirror for the first time since leaving North America.
Holy crap!
Stale, recirculated airplane air, confined space, sleep deprivation and crossing an ocean obviously did not do wonders for one’s appearance. Not that she usually cared about that kind of thing, but come on. She looked like a creature straight out of the movie Zombieland: red-eyed, pale skin, and with a decidedly funky aura. And her hair…even under the best circumstances her hair was about as easy to tame as a horde of flesh-hungry zombies.
With a groan she splashed water on her face, wrestled her hair into a braid and popped three Altoids into her mouth. It wasn’t much, but until she had her luggage it was the best she could do. She only hoped Ms. Gatwick would be understanding enough to take her straight home and to a hot shower.
Cassidy joined the thousands of people navigating the ginormous airport’s maze of corridors. She didn’t know what she’d expected, but most of the people looked and dressed just like Americans. Well, maybe not Americans from Paris, Texas, but big melting-pot cities like Dallas or Houston, for sure.
She got to baggage claim to find the hundreds of bags from her flight already circulating around the turnstile. She cringed when she spied her own from a hundred feet away. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking the 1970’s guacamole-colored Samsonite suitcase she’d had to borrow from her Memaw. To make it worse her Papa had strapped two bright red and yellow bungee cords around it to be sure no one would “poke around” in her stuff. It looked like a rejected pinata from a Cinco de Mayo festival.
She slunk to a spot in back where the fewest people stood before claiming it, then walked towards the exit area where loved ones and other stood waiting for arriving passengers.
With nothing more to go on than the description from Mrs. Gatwick's e-mail, Cassidy scanned the crowd looking for an elderly female holding a sign with her name on it. When she didn't find anyone, she flipped open her phone to make sure there wasn't anything saying Mrs. Gatwick would be late. Then she decided to open Facebook to check the IKC page and let the girls know she'd arrived somewhat intact.
While she was posting, someone bumped into her and she glanced up from her phone. She caught a glimpse of her name scrawled across a white piece of paper. However, the person holding it was neither old nor a lady.
Oh. God.
Those were the only words that formed in her mind when she saw him. Tall and tanned, in a clean, white tee, frayed cargo shorts and flip-flops, with golden streaks in his tousled, sun-bleached hair setting off deep-set hazel eyes to perfection, the guy looked like summer at the beach.
Their eyes met and he started walking toward her.
“Are you Cassidy?” he asked in a rumbly, Aussie accent.
“Y-yes,” she managed to croak.
He smiled, a wide, eye-crinkling grin punctuated by a gorgeous little dimple on his left cheek. “I’m Lucas.”
At last Cassidy staggered off the plane, her legs barely able to function properly. She had the urgent need to pee. After going through customs she found a restroom and saw herself in a mirror for the first time since leaving North America.
Holy crap!
Stale, recirculated airplane air, confined space, sleep deprivation and crossing an ocean obviously did not do wonders for one’s appearance. Not that she usually cared about that kind of thing, but come on. She looked like a creature straight out of the movie Zombieland: red-eyed, pale skin, and with a decidedly funky aura. And her hair…even under the best circumstances her hair was about as easy to tame as a horde of flesh-hungry zombies.
With a groan she splashed water on her face, wrestled her hair into a braid and popped three Altoids into her mouth. It wasn’t much, but until she had her luggage it was the best she could do. She only hoped Ms. Gatwick would be understanding enough to take her straight home and to a hot shower.
Cassidy joined the thousands of people navigating the ginormous airport’s maze of corridors. She didn’t know what she’d expected, but most of the people looked and dressed just like Americans. Well, maybe not Americans from Paris, Texas, but big melting-pot cities like Dallas or Houston, for sure.
She got to baggage claim to find the hundreds of bags from her flight already circulating around the turnstile. She cringed when she spied her own from a hundred feet away. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking the 1970’s guacamole-colored Samsonite suitcase she’d had to borrow from her Memaw. To make it worse her Papa had strapped two bright red and yellow bungee cords around it to be sure no one would “poke around” in her stuff. It looked like a rejected pinata from a Cinco de Mayo festival.
She slunk to a spot in back where the fewest people stood before claiming it, then walked towards the exit area where loved ones and other stood waiting for arriving passengers.
With nothing more to go on than the description from Mrs. Gatwick's e-mail, Cassidy scanned the crowd looking for an elderly female holding a sign with her name on it. When she didn't find anyone, she flipped open her phone to make sure there wasn't anything saying Mrs. Gatwick would be late. Then she decided to open Facebook to check the IKC page and let the girls know she'd arrived somewhat intact.
While she was posting, someone bumped into her and she glanced up from her phone. She caught a glimpse of her name scrawled across a white piece of paper. However, the person holding it was neither old nor a lady.
Oh. God.
Those were the only words that formed in her mind when she saw him. Tall and tanned, in a clean, white tee, frayed cargo shorts and flip-flops, with golden streaks in his tousled, sun-bleached hair setting off deep-set hazel eyes to perfection, the guy looked like summer at the beach.
Their eyes met and he started walking toward her.
“Are you Cassidy?” he asked in a rumbly, Aussie accent.
“Y-yes,” she managed to croak.
He smiled, a wide, eye-crinkling grin punctuated by a gorgeous little dimple on his left cheek. “I’m Lucas.”
Meet Piper - Ringleader of the International Kissing Club
“Before this, I was only an online joke, but now I’m an after-school special. My only hope is that they don’t hire Lindsay Lohan to play me in the movie.”
Full name: Piper Douglas
Written by: Tracy Deebs
Age: Almost Seventeen
Sign: Leo
International Destination: Paris, France
Favorite Color: Bright, electric blue (the same color as the streaks in my hair, of course)
Favorite Food: Chocolate croissants straight from the patisserie around the corner
Favorite Sport: Shopping, of course. Oh, and girl's basketball, because that's what my BFF Cass plays
Last Movie You Watched: The Princess Bride, because it’s the best!
Favorite Lip Gloss: MAC's Lipglass because it keeps your lips soft and shiny, even after a kiss or three ;)
What book are you reading now? The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
Favorite Kind of Kiss: French of course!
Favorite Tourist Attraction: I Lourve the Lourve … Sorry. Inside joke ;)
Favorite Facebook Page: Besides ours? The Black Keys. I saw them live in Paris and they were amazing!The International Kissing Club
Full name: Piper Douglas
Written by: Tracy Deebs
Age: Almost Seventeen
Sign: Leo
International Destination: Paris, France
Favorite Color: Bright, electric blue (the same color as the streaks in my hair, of course)
Favorite Food: Chocolate croissants straight from the patisserie around the corner
Favorite Sport: Shopping, of course. Oh, and girl's basketball, because that's what my BFF Cass plays
Last Movie You Watched: The Princess Bride, because it’s the best!
Favorite Lip Gloss: MAC's Lipglass because it keeps your lips soft and shiny, even after a kiss or three ;)
What book are you reading now? The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
Favorite Kind of Kiss: French of course!
Favorite Tourist Attraction: I Lourve the Lourve … Sorry. Inside joke ;)
Favorite Facebook Page: Besides ours? The Black Keys. I saw them live in Paris and they were amazing!The International Kissing Club
Meet Cassidy: Loyal Friend and All-around Badass
"For the rest of the time she was here, she decided, she would be a different girl--she would be 'Vacation Cassidy," complete with a new positive attitude. Open to new experiences and emotions. She would be more like...Piper, only with less theatrics and a better tan."
Cassidy Michelle Barlow
Age: 16 (going on 32)
Nickname(s): Cass, American Girl (but that's personal)
Sun Sign: Scorpio - Determination is another of your key characteristics. People can see you as insensitive to others' needs, even obsessive, because you push forward so single-mindedly. There are no half-measures in your life--in friendship, love, family life or work.
Who is your celebrity crush? David Beckham, of course
What is your favorite color? teal
What word describes you best? fierce, loyal
What is your favorite food? I'm not picky as long as it's tasty
If you were on an island, who would you want to be with? My mom--the Barlows against the world!
Last movie you watched? The Princess Bride (for the bazillionth time, thanks, Piper)
What book are you reading now? Oh, crap. Do we have a paper due for English?
What is your favorite subject in school? Basketball
How many pairs of shoes do you currently own? three (kicks, Vans, flips. Why would I need more?)
Meet Mei: Resident Brain and Guitar-Playing Badass of the IKC
"Sorry, but I put my trust in Sir Isaac Newton and a little thing called gravity. There's no way you're going to talk me into getting on that thing."
Full Name: Mei Jones
Age: 16
Sign: Gemini
International Destination: China, which is one really, really, really long flight away from Paris, TX
Favorite Guitarist: Eric Clapton and Jack White
Favorite Color: Black, which is actually all the colors. Unless you’re talking about light, then it’s white that is made up of the entire color spectrum. Or … never mind. Black. My favorite color is black.
Favorite Food: At this point, anything edible. But I do have a soft spot for Wasabi ice cream.
Favorite Nail Polish: Crimson and Clover, after the Joan Jett song (she’s another kick-butt guitarist, btw)
Favorite Sport: Does Academic Decathlon count?
Full Name: Mei Jones
Age: 16
Sign: Gemini
International Destination: China, which is one really, really, really long flight away from Paris, TX
Favorite Guitarist: Eric Clapton and Jack White
Favorite Color: Black, which is actually all the colors. Unless you’re talking about light, then it’s white that is made up of the entire color spectrum. Or … never mind. Black. My favorite color is black.
Favorite Food: At this point, anything edible. But I do have a soft spot for Wasabi ice cream.
Favorite Nail Polish: Crimson and Clover, after the Joan Jett song (she’s another kick-butt guitarist, btw)
Favorite Sport: Does Academic Decathlon count?
Around the World In 80 Kisses: Blog Tour and Contest
80 Days, 80 Blogs, Too Many Prizes To Count!
Want to a chance to win fabulous prize packs and a Kindle Fire? Then pack your bags and grab your passport cause we’re going on tour--blog tour, that is, to celebrate the debut of the young adult novel The International Kissing Club by Ivy Adams coming January 3rd.
Find out more at http://tracy-deebs.blogspot.com/
Want to a chance to win fabulous prize packs and a Kindle Fire? Then pack your bags and grab your passport cause we’re going on tour--blog tour, that is, to celebrate the debut of the young adult novel The International Kissing Club by Ivy Adams coming January 3rd.
Find out more at http://tracy-deebs.blogspot.com/
