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If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Authors Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo. and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
The door is already wide open. Mr. Walker is missing in action, but two guys are already there—Tweedle Jerk and Tweedle Jerkier.&
I’m not dealing with this crap today. I march up to Cole, who is sitting in my seat again, and watch as Kiev’s eyes seem to follow me all the way until I’m standing in between both of them.
“You need to get out of my seat,” I say to Cole. Does he have his usual basketball shirt on today? He does.
He holds up both hands like he’s trying to tame a wild boar. “Calm down. Calm down, Miss Ophelia Abbie. The bell has not announced the start of this oh-so-wonderful class.”
I give him a look of disdain. “Enough with the Ophelia stuff.”
“What’s wrong with the name Ophelia?” Kiev pipes in. “It’s like the name from Hamlet.”
“What?” I turn to Kiev, not sure what this idiot is talking about.
“You know, O-phe-li-a.” He draws the name out super slowly to get his point across.
“I don’t give a crap about Hamlet—that has nothing to do with my name,” I huff.
Tapping his fingers on the desk like he’s typing on a keyboard, Kiev stares at my face. “Are you sure your parents didn’t name you after the character?”
“Who the hell names their kid after a stupid Shakespearian play?” I’ve read two, and I hated them both.
“Plenty of people. Juliet Weaver, in our grade, was named after Romeo and Juliet.”
“Quit being pretentious.”
“Quit being a—”
“You know what you’re being.”
“Shut up, Kiev. Oh, my parents named me after the capital of Russia, because I’m such an important person who has to answer questions for people when they don’t need help answering!” I yell.
“Um, Kiev is actually the capital of Ukraine.” He bobs his head. “You know that, right?” I hear Cole’s loud hooting to my right.
That’s it! Without thinking, I slam my fist directly into Kiev’s nose.
I’m not dealing with this crap today. I march up to Cole, who is sitting in my seat again, and watch as Kiev’s eyes seem to follow me all the way until I’m standing in between both of them.
“You need to get out of my seat,” I say to Cole. Does he have his usual basketball shirt on today? He does.
He holds up both hands like he’s trying to tame a wild boar. “Calm down. Calm down, Miss Ophelia Abbie. The bell has not announced the start of this oh-so-wonderful class.”
I give him a look of disdain. “Enough with the Ophelia stuff.”
“What’s wrong with the name Ophelia?” Kiev pipes in. “It’s like the name from Hamlet.”
“What?” I turn to Kiev, not sure what this idiot is talking about.
“You know, O-phe-li-a.” He draws the name out super slowly to get his point across.
“I don’t give a crap about Hamlet—that has nothing to do with my name,” I huff.
Tapping his fingers on the desk like he’s typing on a keyboard, Kiev stares at my face. “Are you sure your parents didn’t name you after the character?”
“Who the hell names their kid after a stupid Shakespearian play?” I’ve read two, and I hated them both.
“Plenty of people. Juliet Weaver, in our grade, was named after Romeo and Juliet.”
“Quit being pretentious.”
“Quit being a—”
“You know what you’re being.”
“Shut up, Kiev. Oh, my parents named me after the capital of Russia, because I’m such an important person who has to answer questions for people when they don’t need help answering!” I yell.
“Um, Kiev is actually the capital of Ukraine.” He bobs his head. “You know that, right?” I hear Cole’s loud hooting to my right.
That’s it! Without thinking, I slam my fist directly into Kiev’s nose.
Lia Abbie has the easy life—kicking it back with old school video games, hanging out with her best friend Barnabas, and alternating her living schedule between the apartments of her two dads and her mom.Kiev Jimenez is a theater geek who loves him some Shakespeare and taking care of his pet armadillo. He has one set goal in life: obtaining the role of Horatio for the Hamlet school play.When a showdown between Lia and Kiev lands them in the principal's office, they're forced into volunteer work at the cringe-worthy Piggy Palooza Festival, or risk being suspended. Lia and Kiev aren’t thrilled about the situation, especially when it interferes with Lia's relaxed life and Kiev's theater role. But by working together, they may find more than just bacon—possibly a little love in the air.
My name is Candace Robinson. I’m just your average hemiplegic migraine sufferer. My days are spent writing, book reviewing and traveling through books for my blog, Literary Dust. I live just outside of Houston, Texas, where it feels like the hottest place on Earth with the crazy weather. No, seriously, one day it’s 30 degrees and the next it’s 70 degrees! I live with my husband and awesome daughter!
You can also follow me on my review blog Literary Dust
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Gerardo's amazing bio.
Yup. Even though I'm like one-hundred-and-fifty-nine years old, spelled all out, I love to write about contemporary teens in distress. So no magic, dragons, or unicorns.
About me
At the tender age of sixteen years old, when giant lizards ruled the world, I used to be a DJ--turntables and all.
I was born in the States, raised in Mexico, and now live in Big D.
Cloud computing is my area of expertise--just don't ask me what cloud computing means.
I love football, the one played with the feet by footballers, La Liga from Spain being the best.
Chilaquiles is my favorite food. Yummy.
About my novels
Multi-cultural is my writing trade, in English and Español.
My writing must be emotional or else ...
I believe in the Oxford comma, but the Oxford comma doesn't believe in me.
Love first person present tense POV.
In my novels, food tends to be another protagonist.
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