website launch for urban legends!!

Before you read my new book, Urban Legends, the first in the Not Like Paradise trilogy, check out the website and MEET THE CHARACTERS!! There’s a description of the book on the home page, then you can go to the character page, where you can click on each character’s name to learn about him or her! On the home page, you can also read about the photo featured on the book’s cover! Have fun!! 😀

Urban Legends website

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Urban Legends front cover

 

 

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urban legends sneak peek!

Below is the first scene from my new book, Urban Legends, the first in the Not Like Paradise trilogy! Urban Legends will be available on Amazon and other online booksellers early next week (July 10), and I will have copies to sell by July 17! I will post links to online buying options when they are live. This is my first mystery (but of course still contains the usual relationship drama too)! I’m so excited! See below for the sneak peek! 😀

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Urban Legends front cover

First scene from Urban Legends:

Jansen Montgomery first got into a bar on her fourteenth birthday.

It was a dive bar in the East Village called Red Sulfur. She and her friends hadn’t planned on going to a bar. They had been wandering aimlessly away from the West Village, looking for anything to do that sparked their interest in the moment. The East Village appealed to them because it lacked glamour and had a reputation as a more dangerous area.

It was almost completely dark when Jansen, Hersh, Jason, and Clint looked across the street and saw the black awning with the words RED SULFUR shining through in an orangish-red print similar to the color of blood. It reminded Jansen of someplace out of a low-budget horror movie.

“Hey, I bet we can get in that place,” Clint said. The four of them exchanged excited, mischievous grins and knew they had to try.

The doorman, an old, friendly man whose work shirt bore a cursive inscription reading Claudio, gave them only a brief look-over before letting them in.

Jansen held hands with Hersh, whose real name was Corbin Hershey but whom all his friends had called Hersh since they could talk, flashed a flirtatious smile at Claudio, and walked down eight steps into the smoke-filled room. She briefly raised her right hand, the one not in Hersh’s, and grinned at the huge sapphire-look-alike ring on her middle finger.

A forty-something female bartender with short red and purple hair came to their table as soon as they sat down. “Whadda y’all want?” she asked with a bright smile.

Jansen liked her immediately. She embodied everything Jansen loved about the East Village. She seemed rebellious, and she was a far cry from anybody Jansen’s parents would hang out with, even though she was probably about their age.

“It’s her birthday,” Hersh said, locking his arm around Jansen.

“I won’t ask how old you are,” the bartender said. “So whaddaya want?”

Jansen, Jason, and Clint darted looks at each other, but Hersh totally kept his cool.

“We’ll have shots of Patrón,” he said. “And then Jack to wash it down.”

“Coming up,” the bartender said and spun away.

Jansen looked around. Even though the air was potent with smoke, there weren’t really that many people. Only four other booths were occupied. The room was long and narrow. The booths lined the wall opposite the bar, and there were a few tables in back. The floor was a dark shade of wood and uneven in places. The walls were also a dark wood, and the whole room was lit only by two dim bulbs hanging from the ceiling at either end of the bar. Jansen somehow felt protected and safe here, even though it was so grungy. She wasn’t sure why, but she thought it had something to do with how they’d come down steps right inside the door, and now they were underground.

“Happy birthday, honey,” the bartender said when she brought their drinks. She plunked the round tray in the middle of the table. There were limes to go with the tequila. “What’s your name?”

“Jansen.”

“I’m Hersh,” Hersh added, reaching out his hand to shake the bartender’s.

She shook his hand and looked to Jason and Clint.

“Oh, I’m Jason.”

“Clint.”

“I’m Lydia,” the bartender said as she turned to go. “Let me know if y’all need anything else.”

“Sure thing,” Hersh said as he lifted his shot of Patrón from the tray.

They hit their shot glasses together and tipped their heads back. Jansen made a slight face as hers went down. She grabbed her lime to suck on. “This isn’t what we had at your birthday party,” she said to Jason. That had been in his parents’ Park Avenue penthouse last fall, the first time she’d tried tequila.

“No,” Jason said, shaking his head and making a face too.

They smoked and drank their whiskeys and ordered more. When they were on their third, Hersh said to Jason and Clint, “So I have coke.”

“No fuckin’ way!” Clint cried. “I’ve been wanting to try that for so long!”

Jansen laughed a little. She thought Clint tried too hard to act like Hersh sometimes. She figured it would suck to have your best friend mature physically and athletically a lot sooner than you though. And Clint hadn’t had a girlfriend yet either.

“Dude, cool,” Jason said.

Jansen smiled again, studying Jason while he waited for Hersh to get out the coke. Jason had medium brown hair, which he wore kind of long, almost to his eyes, and tousled. Her favorite part about him was his eyes. They were really dark blue-green and really unique. He was the only person she’d ever seen with that eye color. Her favorite non-physical thing about him was how he never tried to be anything or anyone but himself. He didn’t feel a need to please other people or try to impress them. He was the most real person she knew. Hersh was real too, but sometimes Jansen thought he tried pretty hard to look cool to the older guys at his school. He cared more about his reputation than Jason did.

Hersh looked around to see if any workers were close, then pulled the bag out of his pocket. Lydia had left the drink tray on the table, and he emptied a little onto it, dividing it into four lines with a broken, hollowed-out piece of a pen. Then he put the bag away, looked around again, and offered the pen in the direction of Jason and Clint.

Jason took it. He leaned forward with total confidence, put his head down, balanced the pen between the tray and his nose, and snorted one of the lines. He sniffed as he raised his head, then grinned at them. “That was badass.” He held the pen out to Jansen questioningly.

“I just did some. In the park. I can still feel it. I did some at Hersh’s after school too.” Jansen smiled to herself, thinking back to Hersh’s bedroom in his West Village townhouse a few hours ago. He had done a line first, demonstrating for Jansen, and then she had done one. She’d liked the way her nose felt afterward, and she’d liked the immediate rush. The aftertaste in the back of her throat had been unpleasant but overlookable.

“Oh,” Jason said, raising his eyebrows, excited for her. He handed Clint the pen.

Jansen thought Clint looked nervous, but he did it without hesitation.

“Yeah, that was awesome,” he agreed, nodding.

“I can feel it already,” Jason said.

Hersh grinned at both of them, then leaned down to do a line himself. After he did, he looked up at Jansen. “You sure?” he asked, motioning to the one he’d prepared for her.

“I’m sure,” Jansen said. She felt wide awake and excited, like she had since her first line at Hersh’s.

“Have you done it before tonight?” Jason asked her.

“No. Hersh surprised me for my birthday.”

“So you like your present?” Hersh asked her now.

“Oh yeah.” Jansen felt the ring between her fingers. “I like it a lot. Hey, will you put some more in my ring?” She held out her hand.

“Why, you gonna do some later by yourself?” Hersh asked.

“It goes in your ring?” Jason asked, leaning forward curiously.

“Yeah, look, the top twists off!” Jansen spun the dark blue stone off and held out her hand to Jason to show him. “See? Hersh got me this too.”

“Sweet ass,” Jason said.

“Jewelry?” Clint asked sarcastically. “What are you guys, like engaged?”

“I saw it in a shop on Broadway like a month ago and said I liked it,” Jansen snapped defensively. “He remembered and went back and got it for me.”

Hersh took her hand and funneled some more coke from the bag into the ring. “There you go, baby.”

“Thanks.” Jansen spun the blue stone back on, then squeezed her fingers around the band again as she put her hand under the table. She didn’t even know if she would use the coke in the ring, but she liked having it there. It made her feel daring and reckless.

“Are you guys bored?” Hersh asked.

Jansen looked at him in surprise.

“No, I’m having fun,” Jason said.

“No,” Hersh said. “I mean like, in life. I feel like we need to shake things up. We just do the same stuff all the time.”

Jansen frowned. They were doing something new right now. A couple new things, actually. This night was huge for her, in a really good way. Hersh’s comment made her uneasy. What else could he possibly want?

“Shake things up how?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know. Like something to fuck with our school friends. A practical joke or something.”

Now Jansen smiled as relief washed over her. “Oooohh, I like that.”

“What kind of joke?” Clint asked.

“Something they’d never see coming.”

“You could pretend you and Jansen broke up and she was back with Jason,” Clint said.

Jansen glared at him. He was so annoying sometimes.

Hersh quickly shook his head, blowing off the idea. “No. Something better than that. Not just like, a joke that’ll blow over in a day. Like, a project.”

“I love it,” Jansen said, picturing the four of them spending hours here at Red Sulfur, leaning together across the table, laughing hysterically as they schemed up something genius to blow the minds of all their school friends. It was her idea of heaven.

“I have an idea,” Jason said, and all eyes turned to him.

“What?” Hersh asked after a moment of dead silence.

“A secret society.”

 

new book – urban legends!

My next book, Urban Legends, will be out in July! It’s the first in the Not Like Paradise trilogy and also my first mystery. This is probably the book I am most excited to publish so far, because the story is so different from my others and it was a new adventure to write! If you’ve read any of my previous books, this trilogy will be a prequel – it is about Jansen growing up in New York City. If you haven’t read any of my others, it is definitely not necessary; this one stands alone (and comes chronologically before the others anyway)! But if you’d like to check out my other books, there are a couple links below. 🙂

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Urban Legends front cover

Here’s what this one is all about:

One night at a dive bar in the East Village, best friends Jansen, Jason, Hersh, and Clint create a secret society. One with a fake past full of murders, ghosts, and family secrets. A joke, meant to freak out their school friends, who will no doubt fall for it.

Because in the single-sex private schools of Manhattan’s über-wealthy Upper East Side, where GPAs and coke highs are through the roof, last night’s mind-numbing party is this morning’s eyeroll-inducingly exaggerated story, and relationships burn out faster than the cigarette between your fingers, induction to a secret society feels like a natural rite of passage.

The eerie notes left in Jansen’s, Jason’s, Hersh’s, and Clint’s bedrooms are the first clue their joke has hit too close to a very real, and very hidden, history of Manhattan. In a secret room only blocks from their penthouses, the mystery, one that began with long-dead twins named Anabelle and Jonathan, starts to unravel.

And after a cab chase, fruitless attempts at an impossible-to-crack code, and the offhand discovery of a book stacked on a desk in a backwater South Carolina bedroom comes the chilling realization their “joke” has also hit too close to home. Because as it turns out, murders, ghosts, and family secrets are the hidden history of their own parents.

 

Look for more updates and info coming soon! 😀 And in the meantime, check out my other books at either of the following links (all my paperbacks are also ebooks)! Happy reading!

My Website

My Ebooks

 

 

read an ebook week!

It’s Read an Ebook Week until March 10! In celebration, all my ebooks are either half-off or FREE! 🙂 Check out the descriptions below (they make excellent beach reads, or curl-up-in-front-of-a-fire reads!), and if you find one you like, just click on the link to my Smashwords page to download!

Daisy Jordan Books at Smashwords!

Spin the Bottle series:

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Really Good Friends portrays the essence of high school – the friendships, the jealousies, the betrayals, the first loves, the “really good friends” you wish were so much more…

Wrong All Along: Jill Sherer and her friends spend the summer after their freshman year of high school in a sun-splashed daze of romance and excitement. But as they make their way through sophomore year, mistakes, missed opportunities, and carefully-ignored signs come back to haunt them.

Best-Kept Secrets: It’s the craziest summer yet at Landon’s lake…wild parties, hot hookups, careless lies, and sweet revenge. But beneath the surface and behind the mask of the lies, dangerous secrets are brewing that will eventually cause the wild ride to end in a devastating crash.

Game Over: Sunny days in Jill’s pool, moonlit nights at Landon’s…the summer before senior year starts out just like any other. But before it ends, the best-kept secret of all will wreck lives, relationships, and illusions.

Other Books:

All That Sparkles Isn’t Real Sapphire: Lorylyn Porter knows a lot about deception, lies, secrets, and pain. She came to Irelan University to get away from them and from the most devastating possibility of her past. What Lorylyn doesn’t know is that at Irelan, appearances will be more deceiving than ever.

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Everything Happens for a Reason…: Jill Sherer has always been the good girl, but she’s about to do something so crazy she can’t even tell her two best friends. In Everything Happens for a Reason…, fate, along with betrayal, secrets, and broken dreams, disturbs the lives and relationships of Jill, Hilton, Todd, Luke, and the rest of their group of party-loving college friends. 

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Love Means Zero: Witnessing the best tennis she’s ever seen, hearing the outrageous outbursts of bad boy Haidin Bayliss, playing poker with mouthwateringly gorgeous Tanner Bruin….Being a photographer for Game Set Match magazine seems like a dream, until Hilton starts to see the job she so quickly fell in love with may cost her the love of her life.

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I Don’t Want the Rest of Your Life: As Lorylyn and her roommates finish college and begin the next phase of their lives, they struggle with the heart-wrenching discovery that sometimes, the guys they thought they’d risk everything for are the ones with whom they can no longer imagine a future.

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Living in a Postcard: Scandalous photographs, world-class tennis, a life where travel never stops. It’s Hilton’s “postcard,” or moment she would die for, until a devastating fallout with her best guy friend puts her job and her dream life at risk. And as she strives to get things back to good, another relationship in her life is unforeseeably spiraling toward an even more shocking end.

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A Stranger Thing: A new year and new lives await Lorylyn, Zibby, Kylar, and Jansen as they leave their Indiana college town behind for Denver and Chicago. But from their new cities to New York, Budapest, Fort Myers Beach, and Brussels, ghosts from the past emerge to haunt them, strangers become fast friends, and the oldest of friends suddenly find themselves little more than strangers.

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Only May in Paris Will Tell: Every May the tennis tour lands in Paris, and with it, Game Set Match photographer Hilton Joliet. As Hilton travels the world, hitting different stops on tour each week, events near and far set the stage for the secrets only May in Paris will tell, including divorce, pregnancy, hidden agendas, a stunning photo in Hilton’s first photography book, and a revelation about a year-old murder.

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Here’s the link to my Smashwords page again. Make sure you download by March 10 to get the books half-off or free! Enjoy reading some ebooks this week! 🙂

Daisy Jordan Books at Smashwords!

 

how I still watch Nashville

Like many Nashies, aka diehard fans of the show Nashville, I am still struggling with Rayna’s death. To witness a Nashville world where Rayna and Deacon can no longer be together, and without Rayna’s music, is devastating every single week. I couldn’t sleep the night she died, and 2 minutes into the funeral episode I was crying hysterically. I have never cared so much about a fictional character or a fictional relationship until Rayna and Deacon.

Rayna and Deacon.

The most epic love story I have ever read, watched, heard of, anything. I am a writer, and I think I have written a couple pretty incredible love stories, with a depth and bond unlike the boring cliches often found in books, TV shows, and movies. But when I watch Rayna and Deacon, I am inspired to to go even deeper, write something more intense.

And while this post-Rayna-and-Deacon world is still unfathomable, I am still a Nashie. I do love the other characters, and I want to be able to keep watching the show. I know I will keep watching. So in order to make myself okay with the gut-wrenching absence of Rayna, and Rayna and Deacon, I’ve had to invent my own reality…an alternate ending of sorts.

I read the interviews with the showrunners about how closely they worked with Connie Britton to make Rayna’s death meaningful and fitting to her character. The problem is, I completely disagree with the decision they made. I hate the way she died, and I don’t think it fit her character at all.

The thing I hate most about how Rayna died is it seemed to me there was an element of choice, or maybe acceptance. It was like there was a moment she knew she was going to die, and instead of fighting like hell, like she demanded of Deacon when he had cancer and surgery, she just let go. That was not Rayna. Rayna was fierce and feisty and loved Maddie and Daphne and Deacon way too much to just close her eyes and give up.

I also absolutely can’t stand that she spent her last episode in a hospital bed. Sure, the conversations she had with various characters that day were impactful. But those could have easily been spread across everyday-life scenes in a normal episode, so that those characters still got to have those significant last moments with her, and her death could have happened differently.

So when it happened, I kept asking myself, if she had to die, how would I have done it, if it were up to me? And the answer came to me pretty easily. I would’ve had Rayna die in a plane crash.

A plane crash obviously takes away the element of choice or acceptance, and she could have spent her last day with Deacon and her family before going to the airport to fly wherever.

And…a plane-crash death for Rayna was almost even foreshadowed back in January, especially for those of us who had heard she would not survive the season.

Juliette had just survived a plane crash, and Rayna was so scared to get on a plane she had a panic attack when she flew to California, then she ended up renting a car to drive back across the country. It would’ve been ironic and tragic had she ended up dying the next time she decided to fly…but I would have been able to live with it.

So, every week when it’s time for Nashville, that is the alternate ending I pretend is real, so I can keep watching.

But in my heart, it will always be Rayna and Deacon, and I’ll always love seasons 1 – 5 x 07 the most. ❤ ❤ ❤

florida life

So I know for my next blog post, I promised an interview with the infamous Aubrey Gage…but if you’ve read Love Means Zero, Living in a Postcard, or Only May in Paris Will Tell…especially Only May in Paris Will Tell…you know Aubrey only gives an interview when she is good and ready, and she loves to play with people’s minds. So, while we wait…(I promise, it’s coming soon!)…I have another topic that really doesn’t relate to any of my books or characters, but to my new life as a Florida resident!

I’ve been coming to Fort Myers my whole life, but I’ve only lived here about 2 1/2 months. In that time, I’ve discovered several eccentricities about Florida life that I thought would be fun to document on my blog. This will be an ongoing post, because I’m sure I’m forgetting things even as I sit here typing.

I have always called Fort Myers Beach my favorite place in the world, and if you’ve read my books, you might know it’s my character Jill’s favorite place as well. 🙂 Moving here was hands down the best decision I could have made, and although the amount of time I’ve lived here (10ish weeks) doesn’t even come close yet to equaling the time I spent here before my move (40ish weeks), I have learned a lot I never knew about life on southwest Florida’s Gulf Coast, where:

*we set our air conditioners at 78 degrees, because it’s a good 10-15 degrees cooler than the outdoor temp and feels amazingly refreshing…anything else would be too cold because our bodies would be so unaccustomed to it

*the word “lanai,” which I had probably never uttered before in my life, is part of my everyday vocabulary and a common conversational term, and in my house hunt, it’s my #1 must-have…good thing they are about as common as living rooms here

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the lanai!

 

*other important features in my house hunt include impact glass, hurricane shutters, and as many sliding doors as possible out to the lanai

*hiring a pest control company is not something we do in extreme circumstances, it’s just another monthly bill

*”Do not feed the alligators” signs are common fixtures at neighborhood entrances, where alligators call backyard ponds home…I saw my 1st one on my 3rd day here

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right outside my house =D

 

*it is important to know which evacuation zone I live in…it is Zone A, meaning the 1st ordered to leave in a mandatory hurricane evacuation

*people who work outdoors in 90+ degree weather wear long pants, layers, and long sleeves…because the skin stays cooler when the sun isn’t directly shining on it

*I can sit on the beach in the sun and watch a massive downpour inland or out over the water

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stormy at sea, sunny by me 🙂

 

*storms rarely move west to east, follow any kind of predictable pattern, or last more than 15 minutes

*yardwork consists of pulling branches off the palm trees when they turn brown and dragging them out to the street

*the most likely time for school to be cancelled is late summer through November…hurricane days

*tropical decor can be purchased ANYWHERE, including hardware stores

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found at Ace Hardware

 

*October arrives, and most of the country can start to feel bits and pieces of winter, while for us, the weather only gets better (the rainy season is ending).

Ok, that’s it for now…more as I think of it!

#floridalife #beachlife #islandlife #onlyinflorida

 

 

only may in paris will tell character interview: haidin bayliss

Today’s character interview features Haidin Bayliss, Hilton‘s former hook-up buddy. The night before Only May in Paris Will Tell began, Hilton went to Haidin’s hotel room to celebrate him winning the Indy tennis tournament. When she knocked on the door, it was answered by Haidin’s ex, Aubrey Gage. This interview takes place a couple weeks after the start of the book. Game Set Match magazine (and therefore, the world in general) does not yet know Haidin and Aubrey are hooking up again, or even in contact with each other. Don’t worry…no major spoilers!! 🙂

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Haidin Bayliss, No. 4 ranked player on the ATP tour

In what will possibly be Game Set Match‘s most exclusive interview of the summer, we snagged a few minutes of the most elusive player on tour’s time. That’s right, you guessed it, tennis bad-boy-turned-mystery-man Haidin Bayliss has decided to grace us with his presence. If it’s anything like his ESPN2 interview a few hours ago, all we can say is lucky us…

Deidre Fox: Haidin, you’re having a hot year, but you couldn’t win a title. Finally you did, a few weeks ago in Indianapolis. How did that feel?

Haidin Bayliss: Like it was about f***ing time.

DF: How did you celebrate?

HB: Privately. With a friend, and a present from another friend.

DF: Hmmm. Might our readers know either of those friends?

HB: They probably know both.

DF: Any chance you’ll give us a hint to their identities?

HB: I might just tell you, if you’d ask.

DF: Who are they?

HB: Ha. Right. Like I’d actually tell you.

DF: Well, it was worth a try, I guess. Did either of these friends have anything to do with your subsequent disappearance?

HB: I told ESPN already. I was kidnapped. I beat off my captors with tennis racquets and still made it in time for the birth of my bastard child. Did you miss that interview?

DF: No, I sure didn’t. Just thought you might have some additional details to add. Like if one of those “friends” you mentioned a minute ago happened to be the mother of your bastard child.

HB: (Laughs) Nope. No more details.

DF: You also told ESPN a couple hours ago that the world would probably find out soon enough where you had been. Is right now soon enough?

HB: No, not now.

DF: When?

HB: Like I said. Soon enough.

DF: Fans around the world were worried sick, imagining every possible scenario. Our “Where’s Haidin” tip line got thousands of emails from distressed fans, most of them not claiming to have seen you, only worried about your safety and fearing the worst.

HB: I would say that’s probably because GSM made my “disappearance” into a big deal by publishing that ludicrous story the other week. And setting up a “Where’s Haidin” tip line.

DF: Clearly we weren’t the only ones thinking along catastrophic lines.

HB: Whatever you say.

DF: Does it make you feel good to know people care so much about your well-being?

HB: Hell no. It makes me think there are a lot of people who need to find something better to do with their time than care about a stranger’s personal life.

DF: What did you think of Brad Gilbert’s new nicknames for you today? Haterade from Adelaide? Or the Bossy Aussie?

HB: Haterade from Adelaide has a nice ring to it. Not bad.

DF: Well besides the big reveal of where you were the last couple weeks, do you have any other surprises in store for the tennis world in 2009?

HB: Not that I can think of. Yet, anyway.

DF: I have a feeling that just won’t be the case. Haidin Bayliss has a quiet fall and winter, barely makes the headlines? No way.

HB: Well, I guess it remains to be seen then.

DF: Can you give us any updates on your love life? How’s Hilton?

HB: She’s great, I’m sure.

DF: You’re sure? So you don’t know? Are you two no longer involved?

HB: Like Hilton and I have always said, we don’t talk every day. We’re not a couple. We never have been. But before you ask, yes, we’re still friends. Everything’s fine.

DF: Just fine?

HB: Just fine. (Smiles)

DF: Any new love interests?

HB: Nope. No one new at all.

DF: Okay, well, you remain tennis’s mystery man. Thanks for your time, Haidin.

HB: Yep.                GSM

 

To find out what Haidin’s “disappearance” is all about…and what happens when the secret about him and Aubrey is revealed…order a copy of Only May in Paris Will Tell here!

Or, if you like to read in chronological order and want to know about Haidin’s relationships with Aubrey and Hilton from the beginning, check out Love Means Zero, the first book featuring Haidin! Or to really go back to the beginning, check out the Spin the Bottle series, about Hilton and her best friend Jill‘s high school adventures!

And stay tuned for the next Only May in Paris Will Tell character interview, featuring the infamous Aubrey Gage!

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#OnlyMayInParis front cover 🙂

 

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