Blog Tour # 2 - CHANCE OF A LIFETIME
Excerpt #1
Her agenda since this whole thing began had done a one-eighty. She no longer wanted to hurt him and show him what he’d missed when he left all those years ago; she wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted to kiss and touch and hold him like she had in her dreams—and in her imagination when she was alone. She wanted him to see her for the woman she had become. She wanted him to help her scratch number ten off her list, finally, after a decade of waiting.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go through with it, but I want to see the list. Keeping me in the dark is counterproductive.”
“Kinda like being me, huh?” “You know what’s on the list, so, no.” He wanted to see the list. Fine. She’d show it to him. She pulled it out of the back of her phone case and handed it to him, waiting for his reaction with a smirk.
To her shock, he didn’t ask what to make of it. Instead, she heard him running his fingers across the surface. Shit. He could read braille. When had that happened?
“So... Speedboat, slow dance in the rain...”
“Give it back!” she swept her arms in the direction of his voice and made contact with his chest. Grabbing his T-shirt in her fist, she reached for his right arm.
“Play spin the bottle?”
“I was fifteen! Please give it back.” She had to get it away from him before he read number ten.
“Sleep under the stars...”
That was number nine. She lunged and made a mad grab for the scrap of paper, but only managed to rip a corner off of it.
“Lose it.”
Crap, crap, crap. She slumped to the floor and buried her face in her hands to hide what was surely the mother of all blushes based on the hot flush crawling over her skin.
“Lose what?”
He could not be that dense.
“Oh...that.” He sat down beside her, turned her hand over, and placed the list in her palm. “I was fifteen,” she said again as if it made a difference. “I’m sorry, Gen. I didn’t mean to upset you. You handed it to me.”
“I didn’t know you could read braille.”
He tipped her chin toward him with his fingertips and wiped away an escaped tear. “You don’t know a lot of things about me.”
Marissa Clarke lives in Texas, where everything is bigger, especially the mosquitoes.
When not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three teens, husband, and a Cairn Terrier named Annabel, who rules the house (and Marissa's heart) with an iron paw.
Prior to attending University of Houston Law School, she received a B.A. in English Literature with a minor in Drama from the University of Houston. She has taught drama and playwriting in a large public high school and English in a private school.
Currently, she serves as Vice-President of Programming for the West Houston RWA Chapter, and is a founding member of Houston YA/MG Writers, and the QueryTracker.net Blog.
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Marissa also writes young adult novels for Penguin USA under the name Mary Lindsey. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
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