HELLO EVERYONE!
I wanted to share a book I had the privilege of receiving a Galley for, a great giveaway and an excerpt of this brand new release, Busted by Gina Ciocca 😍
First is a bit about the book, then an excerpt, and finally at the bottom of this page is a giveaway to get your own copy of Busted!
First is a bit about the book, then an excerpt, and finally at the bottom of this page is a giveaway to get your own copy of Busted!
Some quick facts, and a summary:
Title: Busted
Author:
Gina Ciocca
Pub Date: January
2, 2017 → It just came out yesterday!
ISBN: 9781492654292
Catching cheaters and liars is a lucrative hobby—until
you fall for one of the suspects. Perfect for fans of Veronica Mars, this new
novel from the author of Last Year’s Mistake will steal your heart!
Marisa never planned to be a snoop for hire. It wasn’t
like she wanted to catch her best friend’s boyfriend making out with another
girl. But as her reputation for sniffing out cheaters spreads all over school,
Marisa finds herself the reluctant queen of busting two-timing boys.
And her next case? It’s
for ex-frenemy Kendall. She’s convinced her boyfriend, TJ, has feelings for
someone else and persuades Marissa to start spying on him. But the more Marisa
gets to know sincere and artistic TJ, the more she starts to fall for him.
Worse yet, the feelings seem to be mutual. Marisa knows she needs to give up
her investigation—and the spoken-for guy who may just be the love of her life.
Then she uncovers new secrets about Kendall and TJ, secrets that take “cheater”
to a whole new level…
Gina Ciocca
graduated from the University of Connecticut with a degree in English, but in
her mind, she never left high school. She relocated from Connecticut to
Georgia, where she lives with her husband and son. When she's not reading or
writing, you can find her taking long walks around the lake in her
neighborhood. Gina can also be found online at writersblog-gina.blogspot.com,
on Instagram as gmciocca, and Twitter as gmc511.
Marisa’s Top 5 Tips For Sleuthing:
Hey there. Marisa Palmera, Private Eye here. Okay, so I don’t actually call myself that, and neither does anyone else. In fact, I never meant to become a sleuth-for-hire. But spend one night scaling your best-friend’s boyfriend’s house to take incriminating pictures, and suddenly everyone wants you to be something you’re not…and when they’re willing to line your sadly lacking pockets for it, it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.
So, should you find yourself an unwitting Girl Friday (or even a witting one... Is “witting” a thing?) like I did, here are some tips that just may save your butt:
1. Always have a camera handy. Whether it’s your cell phone, or the fancy camera you borrowed from your school’s yearbook club, you never know when you’ll need to snap an evidence shot. Just, um, make sure you turn off the flash if said camera is aimed through a window into a dark living room. I may have learned this the hard way.
2. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Sounds ominous and dramatic, I know. But if someone gives you the vibe that they shouldn’t be let out of your sight? GO WITH IT.
3. Think fast. Suck at lying? Me too. Get over it, because you’ll be fudging the truth a lot.
4. But know when to say no. Weave enough white lies, and suddenly they’re a sticky, tangled web with you trapped inside. Know when it’s time to run, and do it like the flames of hell are licking your feet.
5. Don’t fall for the person you’re investigating. Yeah. You’re just gonna have to do as I say and not as I do on this one. Oops.
EXCERPT
“Hey, Marisa.”
I slammed my locker a little
harder than I meant to at the sound of TJ’s voice. Who knew being a stalker
would make me so jumpy? I pasted a smile on my face.
“Hey, what’s up?”
TJ flashed a huge grin. “I
finished it this weekend.” He moved his hand from behind his back and held out
a black leather belt dotted with silver studs. It was totally gorgeous, and one
hundred percent badass at the same time.
“I love it!” I cried, instantly
forgetting to regard him as Shady McShadeballs. I took the belt and slid it
through the loops of my jeans, loving that it complemented my green shirt,
matching flats, and silver jewelry. “What do I owe you?”
TJ scoffed. “You don’t owe me
anything.”
“No! I can’t take this for
nothing. I have to give you something for it, please?”
The corner of his mouth turned up.
“You can take my place interviewing Mr. Crossley about the Math League after
school today if you want. I’ll even let you write my article.”
I smiled back. “Nice try. How
about this – I’ll take the belt, but only if you let me order some more of your
stuff for the holidays and pay you for it. Deal?”
The locker behind me slammed and
the skin on my neck crawled. I whipped around, knowing exactly who would be
standing there, and the daggers were already shooting from my eyes before I’d
even completed my rotation. The ice in my glare could’ve turned the hallway
into a skating rink. TJ must’ve sensed it, because he said, “Fair enough. Um,
I’ll catch up with you later,” and walked away.
Jordan’s stare stayed fixed on his
locker. “Don’t give me that look, Marisa.”
I folded my arms across my chest.
“What the hell was that about on Saturday? You told me you wanted me at the
bonfire, then totally blew me off. How am I supposed to look at you?”
He slung his bag over his shoulder
and threw his other hand in the air. “It’s not that I changed my mind about
wanting to be friends, okay? It’s like you said – I didn’t know how to react.
Things have been shitty for so long that I forgot how to be normal around you.
I’m sorry, all right?”
My comeback, “Sorry is a good word
for you,” would’ve been awesome – if I’d had a chance to deliver it. But at
that exact moment, my cell phone rang. And since a phone rarely rings with good
news at 7:30 a.m., my attention was instantly diverted to the screen flashing
Charlie’s name.
I stepped into the exit alcove and
barely got a hello out before she said, “Sorry to bother you, but we need to
talk. You’re advertising now?”
“Advertising what?”
“I’m hanging up to text you
something. Call me as soon as you see it.”
The call clicked off before I
could say another word. I was still staring confusedly at the screen when it
flashed with a text message. Charlie had sent me a link to a website. When I
clicked on it, my heart went dead inside my chest.
A website loaded onto the screen.
The word BUSTED splashed across the top of the page in bold, fat letters,
glinting in red and black stripes, almost identical to the pin I’d made for
Charlie. The pin Kendall had specifically mentioned liking. A squat exclamation
point punctuated the word, and a jagged split between the S and T made it – along
with the heart around it – appear broken in half.
Beneath the heading, in smaller print, it said Don’t hate the player… bust his ass!
This had to be a joke. Only one
person could’ve been responsible for this, and I knew exactly who it was.
I called Charlie back, crushing
the phone against my ear as I dashed toward the computer lab. My phone was too
old and too slow, and the school’s cell service was too spotty to mess around.
“You’re shitting me,” I said when she picked up. I didn’t so much
sit as crash-land in one of the lab’s plastic blue chairs, and my book bag
skidded across the floor and toppled over.
“So you didn’t know?”
I pulled the website up on the computer and scanned the page as
fast as my brain could process it. “’Suspect your guy has a roaming eye? Our
services are discreet, anonymous, and affordable.’” I almost dropped the phone.
“She’s advertising me for a fee?!”
“Keep reading. It gets worse.”
“Oh my God!” I moaned. “Fake
testimonials? Is she on cra- oh my God. Oh. My. God.”
“Told you.”
I had reached the spot where
Kendall provided contact information for my quote-unquote “services.” She’d
listed the email address as OnTheMAP17@yahoo.com.
MAP. Marisa Ann Palmera. Not only had she used my initials, she’d
followed them with my freaking birth date. Who the hell had taught her the
definition of anonymous? To think,
earlier this morning I’d felt bad for her. Not anymore.
“Do you want me to throw a bag over her head and take her out
behind the bleachers? Teach her a little lesson?” I could practically hear
Charlie’s knuckles cracking.
“Don’t bother,” I said. “I’m going to kill her myself.”
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