Book Tour: Won’t Let Go, by Avery Olive.


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Won’t Let Go by Avery Olive

About the Author:

averyoliveAvery Olive doesn’t kiss and tell. Except when it comes to writing about hot supernatural guys. She lives with her husband and son in Red Deer, Alberta, where she spends way too much time reading, writing and avoiding house work.

She’s the author of A Stiff Kiss, a young adult novel with is a morbid twist on a classic fairytale, in reverse, and Won’t Let Go, involving an amnesic ghostboy who just won’t move on.

What she is sure of, is that writing will always give her the chance to live adventures untold and hopes to release many more novels in the future.

Other Books by Avery Olive

A Stiff Kiss

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Won’t Let Go

Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Crescent Moon Press

ISBN: 978-1-939173-67-6

E-ISBN: 978-1-939173-69-0

ASIN: B00HBSI5MY

Number of pages: Approx. 230

Word Count: Approx. 65,000

Cover Artist: Taria Reed

Blurb:

Seventeen-year-old Alexia Stone never wanted to move cross country. And she certainly never wanted to share her new bedroom with an amnesiac ghost boy desperate for her help.

But after setting aside the assumption she’s gone crazy, Alexia engages in the impossible—she agrees to help the ghost discover who he was and what happened to him. Convinced this mystery is what’s keeping the phantom in the world of the living, Alexia puts her heart on the line to find out what his unfinished business might be.

Ultimately, Alexia must decide what’s more important to her—keeping her phantom boyfriend or helping him finally find peace in death. What she didn’t plan on was not having a choice. One of them must move on, but what if neither wants to let go?

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Excerpt:

Instantly, cool air brushes my neck, hairs stand up on end and a creepy feeling tickles my spine. Shaking off the odd sensation, I look back to the window. The curtain hangs still and no shadow moves. I imagined the whole thing. Nothing there at all.

“Well, nice to meet you all. Please, please come in and check out your new home.”

Mr. Realtor holds the door open as we shuffle into the foyer. I want to say I’m awed, but I’m not. From this point all I can see are neat piles of boxes with Mom’s messy scrawl on the sides. It’s really hard to get the full picture.

“The movers were here this morning. We tried to leave things organized. And missus also tidied up the kitchen and left a casserole in the fridge.” He pauses to wipe beads of sweat off his neck. “The rest of the house still needs a good once over.”

The house itself feels about ten degrees warmer than outside. My black T-shirt is already clinging to my dampened skin. I’m guessing central air is a luxury I no longer have. Add that to the growing list of reasons why I hate this new life already.

Only a second later I curse under my breath, knowing I promised myself and my mother I’d make the most of this new change. I can handle letting myself down, but her, on the other hand, not so much. I’ve sort of had my fill of that in the past. Letting her down, that is.

Mom gazes around. “Oh Charles, look at this place! Isn’t it wonderful?” Both her face and voice are giddy with excitement. Mom points out a huge stone fireplace, tall ceilings, saying something about how a little fresh paint will brighten up the room.

Speaking of…“So where’s my room?” I ask, trying to hide the small amount of excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

“Oh honey. If the pictures do it justice, you’ll love it!” Mom smiles.

Mr. Realtor coughs, rubbing his neck again. “It’s up the stairs. End of the hall.”

Wasting no time, but still being vigilant, I race up the stairs and down the hall. If the rest of the house is any indication, the room will be a bit of a disappointment, but I cling to the hope that maybe I’m wrong. Grasping the crystal doorknob, I turn it and fling myself into my new room.

I gasp, hand flying to my mouth.

It’s not the drab sheers on the window, my four-poster bed leaning up against a wall, or the expanse of the room—filled with boxes—that’s caught my attention.

No. That would be simple. Easy.

Instead I find myself staring at the back of a—person. It’s a he, tall and lean, wearing dark wash jeans and a gray T-shirt, and he’s standing right smack dab in the center of the space. His hair is short and sandy blond. Just as I’m about to speak, his head tilts to the right, and slowly, ever so slowly, he glances over his shoulder.

Stormy blue eyes narrow at me as a small grin plays on his lips.

Just when I think I’ve lost my mind—that a stranger in my house is bad enough—the person dissolves into a cloud of dust, swirling in the rays of sunlight brought in from the window until no trace is left.

I scream. A fierce and terrified, bone-chilling scream that echoes through the room. It’s so loud. The air in my lungs is still expelling when faintly I hear the thud of footfalls frantically running up the stairs towards me.

Interview with the Author

1/ What advice can you give to writers breaking into the publishing world?

Write every day. Polish your work to the best of your ability, and then get some help, either from a beta or critique partner, and polish your work some more. Do your research. Don not pay for anything, ever. Unless you are self publishing.

2/ What strikes you as a successful marketing tool?

A really good cover. Cover’s sell books. Next is just having an online presence. People want to know what the author does even when you aren’t writing and they like to be reminded that we are just regular people.

3/Is it true you write wearing only a cape, cowboy boots and a foil hat?

Hahaha. I wish I was that cool. Honestly, I don’t have anything special to wear when I’m writing. Whatever I’m wearing when I start writing is what I wear while writing. No fancy get-up for me.

4/ If you could go back to the beginning of your writing career and give yourself advice, what would you say?

Wow. This is a tough one. Okay, I’d say tell myself that I probably wrote and submitted one or two novels before they were really, truly ready. I think this is most people’s mistakes. They get too excited about the prospect of getting published they want to skip some of the steps like editing and researching. Not all agents/publishers are the same. And just because I love my novel and think it’s ready, doesn’t mean it is.

5/ Why do you write in this genre?

I write Paranormal Young Adult. I think it’s just what I’m drawn to. Before I started writing, that was the genre I was reading. It just sort of happened that my characters were all high school age, even though I’m a little past that stage in my life.

6/ Do you write in any other genre?

If you would consider doing a little fantasy/supernatural as writing in a different genre. No? Not really. Than no, I pretty much stick to that. I’d like to switch to contemporary one day. There are tons of great books/authors, and I love that real life sort of feel these books have.

7/ Who inspired you to become a writer?

No in particular. It just happened one day.

8/ What was the inspiration for this book?

Won’t Let Go was just a good old fashion ghost story with a few twists. I always write a little darker, a little sadder, and ghosts just seem like a good fit.

9/ Tell us about your writing environment?

I have a dedicated office that I actually just spent several days cleaning and organizing. It’s got some nice new shelves with my books neatly on it. All my office supplies are organized. It’s all very clean. I use a laptop, and I like quiet, or music, and that’s about it!

10/ When did you first start writing and why?

It was 6 or 7 years ago, and I was convinced that I could write a story better than the book I was reading.

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