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Friday, May 18, 2012

Colors Like Memories (excerpt & contest!) by Meradith Houston

Please welcome Meradith Houston, author of COLORS LIKE MEMORIES, to the blog today.  She's a sweet author who's dropping in to share an excerpt from her novel.

But first, a word about the novel ~

Julia has a secret: she killed the guy she loved. It was an accident—sort of. 

Julia is a Sary, the soul of a child who died before taking her first breath. Without this 'breath of life' she and others like her must help those on the verge of suicide. It's a job Julia used to enjoy, until the accident that claimed her boyfriend’s life—an accident she knows was her fault. If living with the guilt weren't enough, she's now assigned to help a girl dealing with the loss of her mother, something Julia's not exactly the best role model for. If she can't figure out a way to help her, Julia's going to lose her position in the Sary, something she swore to her boyfriend would never happen.

The novel released on May 11th and with a stunning cover like that, it's bound to get some notice.  Want to read more?  I know you do. Ok, here's the excerpt:

The morning was cold, and I’d worked up a sweat racing back from the cemetery. Rubbing my hands against my bare arms, I cursed myself for forgetting my sweater again. Shoes would have been smart, too. I hadn’t been thinking about my wardrobe before I changed my form, and I was stuck in what I’d been wearing beforehand. Picking my way around snail shells and sharp stones I made it to the street.
A light in a window here and there was the only indication anyone was stirring in the pre-fab neighborhood Marcy lived in. Soon the men who commuted into the city would be leaving. I needed to be finished and gone before that happened. 
Every crack in the sidewalk was familiar as I raced toward Marcy’s, keeping to the shadows and out of the direct line of sight from windows. 
Marcy’s house was the only one on the block where the Christmas lights were already up. That was how she described it, at least. She didn’t take them down last year. Or the year before. Last Christmas, I’d helped her replace the busted bulbs so the strands would work over the holidays, but neither of us was up to the job of removing them. Neither was her father.
The front of her house looked just like the one across the street. The faded sign on the door, proclaiming a cheerful welcome to all who entered, was the only thing that distinguished it. Marcy left the sign up, even though it had obviously seen better days, because her mother put it there two days before she was killed.

You can get your copy on Amazon or through the Muse It Up website.
Meradeath also has a contest running for her blog tour—all commenters are entered into a drawing for two copies of my book, and one person will win a $25 giftcard to Amazon or Barnes & Noble. There are more details on my home blog, if you want to check it out!
A bit about Meradeth Houston:

Meradeth’s never been a big fan of talking about herself, but if you really want to know, here are some random tidbits about her:
She’s a Northern California girl. This generally means she talks too fast and use "like" a lot.
When she’s not writing, she’s sequencing dead people’s DNA. For fun!
She’s been writing since she was 11 years old. It's her hobby, her passion, and she’s so happy to get to share her work!
If she could have a super-power, it would totally be flying. Which is a little strange, because she’s terrified of heights.

And for more ways to stalk, er, keep with with Meradith, check out these links:


Meradeth Houston said...

Thank you for hosting me today, Jessie! Your blog is so pretty!!

Tanya Reimer said...

Oh cool story!!! And flying WOULD be fun, wouldn't it?

Jessica Therrien said...

Sounds great! Congrats Meradeth!!! :D

Faith Hope and Cherrytea said...

nice! an excerpt to add to the intrigue.. TY ~
faithhopecherrytea at*gmail.*com

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