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

urban legends front cover

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! 😀

urban legends front cover

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.”

 

sneak peek of a stranger thing!

In anticipation of the release of A Stranger Thing, which is just a FEW DAYS AWAY =D now, check out the prologue below! I have a good feeling you might be hooked afterward… 😉 And if so, good news, you can still pre-order for $15 (cover price is $23.99)!! Just email me at daisy@daisyjordan.com to do so! Free shipping too, at least in the continental US! Prologue below… 🙂

A Stranger Thing

A Stranger Thing


prologue

it wasn’t supposed to be you

Lorylyn’s heart pounded the whole time the plane was taxiing. When it stopped at the gate, she pulled her carry-on and purse out from under the seat and held them in her lap, then tapped her foot anxiously. She was so glad she was in the second row. She was afraid she was going to pass out or throw up if she didn’t get off of here soon. She needed the rush of cold air that usually greeted her in the jetway. She needed to freaking move!

When the seatbelt sign dinged off and the doors opened, she jumped out of her seat, flinging her bags over her shoulder, and waited urgently for the man beside her to get out of her way.

Once she was in the jetway she shoved past the man and walked quickly. Then, as she neared the terminal, she slowed. She might see who it was in a matter of seconds. She still felt like she was going to pass out.

She stepped out of the jetway and scanned the crowd. She saw no one who looked familiar.

Slightly disappointed yet more so relieved, she let out a huge breath. The person must be waiting for her at baggage claim. It would’ve been hard to get to the gate anyway…it would’ve meant buying a ticket. And that seemed way overboard.

She stopped in the bathroom and took her time looking in the mirror and brushing her hair, even though her hands were shaking and she felt like anyone who looked closely at her would be able to tell she was a wreck. She wanted to look good though.

On Saturday, two days ago, she’d been in her room at her parents’ house in Indiana getting ready to go through all her mail. She hated doing it because it always piled up; she still listed her parents’ house as her permanent address on everything and got a ton of junk mail there. Just as she’d been picking up the first envelope, her mom had leaned into her room and said, “One more.” She’d tossed another envelope onto Lorylyn’s bed, and Lorylyn had put the first one back down and grabbed this one instead.

It had no real markings on the outside and no return address, but it was probably some kind of credit card application. They’d made it just nondescript enough so she would at least open it to see what it was.

She opened it and pulled out the contents, then frowned when she looked at them. There was one piece of paper folded in thirds and something else that looked like a plane ticket. It was probably a fake plane ticket, like saying, if you get our credit card and charge so much on it, we’ll offer you free miles, and you’ll get a free plane ticket. But when she peered a little closer at it, she realized it didn’t look fake. And when she looked even closer, she was stunned.

From everything she could tell, it was a valid ticket. Continental Flight 2064, from Indianapolis to New York LaGuardia, business class, for May 11, 2009. Two days away. Seat 2A. Departing at 1:55 p.m. and arriving at 4:09 p.m. What the hell?!

Lorylyn laughed incredulously and a little excitedly as the thought crossed her mind that Jansen might have done this. It might be something like that Fourth of July when she’d sent those invites for the party on the Vineyard without even telling anyone about it. Lorylyn wondered what was going on this time! She remembered the paper and grabbed for it to unfold it.

Please come. I need to talk to you and I have a surprise for you.

The note was typed, and that was all it said. There was nothing else on the page. “What?” Lorylyn asked in confusion. She grabbed the envelope again and looked more closely at it. Her name and address were typed too, and the postmark was from New York, NY.

Jason? she thought breathlessly for just a second. No way. That would be crazy. In her dreams, maybe.

But she didn’t think it was Jansen anymore, unless Jansen was trying to play some kind of trick on her, because the note didn’t fit. It had to be a guy.

Then her heart raced as she had another thought. Jordy?!

But no…surely not. She’d only talked to him twice on AIM since the cruise, and they’d written on each other’s Facebook Walls once. She hadn’t gotten any kind of impression he even planned on ever seeing her again.

So was it Jason? As much as she wanted it to be, her brain told her there was no way. It was something he would do, yeah, but she really didn’t think he would do it for her. Why would he need to see her right now? Jansen was there. Wait! Unless Jansen had told him about how she was going to be with Thaler when she moved to Chicago in August…and Jason was really upset…and so he wanted to see Lorylyn. Or maybe he’d wanted to see her all this time, but hadn’t thought he should because of Jansen, but now that he’d heard about Thaler…

Stop it, Lorylyn! she screamed silently at herself. There’s no way it’s Jason! And if so it’s nothing like what you’re thinking…at least not that he’s secretly in love with you!

It could be him if it was something like the Vineyard party though, she supposed. Maybe it was just some event in the city he thought she would like. Maybe he and Jansen had done this together. But it didn’t explain the “I need to talk to you” part.

Another thought occurred to her and she grabbed her laptop. She could check to see if this was even a real flight. She quickly went to Continental’s website and searched for flights from Indy to New York for May 11. She inhaled sharply when she saw the second result. Flight 2064…departing at 1:55 and arriving at 4:09.

Then she had another idea, and she grabbed the ticket. There. Her confirmation number. She went back to the main page and under Change or View Reservations, she typed it in, along with her last name. She waited breathlessly while the next page loaded. She fully expected it to come up saying Error! No Itinerary Found! or something of the sort.

She inhaled sharply again when it displayed her reservation. Lorylyn Porter, 5/11/09, Flight 2064, IND-LGA, Seat 2A. “Holy shit,” she whispered.

She grabbed her phone off the bed and called Jansen.

“Hey, this is Sinead.”

“Oh, hey!” Sinead was Jason’s roommate in New York. Jansen was staying at their apartment while she was in the city for the summer.

“Hey. Jansen’s hungover and asleep. Her phone was on the couch so I just answered.”

Lorylyn laughed. “Oh. Well is Jason there?”

“No, he stayed at Hersh’s and I don’t think he’s coming back here before the wedding.”

“Oh!” Duh! Lorylyn had been so wrapped up in the plane ticket mystery she’d completely forgotten today was Hersh’s wedding. Her friend Kylar was there for it too…staying with Sinead, Jason, and Jansen. Kylar had hooked up with Hersh all through college, most recently on the cruise a bunch of them had gone on together in March, which had been dubbed Hersh’s unofficial bachelor party. Kylar had debated long and hard over whether to go to his wedding, and finally she’d decided to, as a way to say goodbye to him. “Well…um…you don’t know anything about either of them, like, sending me a plane ticket to New York, do you?”

“No, why, did they do that?”

“No, I don’t know. I got one from somebody. Don’t mention it to them though.” Lorylyn didn’t know why, but she didn’t want them to know. She’d been planning on pretending she’d just called to talk and then asking Jansen random questions to fish for the answer, such as what she and Jason were doing this coming week.

“Okay, I won’t. Don’t worry.”

“Do you know by any chance what they’re doing next week?”

“No, I’m not sure. Nothing big that I know of.”

“When do they leave for Europe?”

“Not for a couple weeks.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

“Yep! Bye.”

“Bye.” Lorylyn hung up, her heart racing again. So it could be Jason, or both him and Jansen together…it sounded like they were going to be in the city next week…

Then she had another crazy idea, and her heart pounded against her chest. Her hands shook a little as she typed in the first few letters of the address and waited for Firefox to come up with the past places she’d visited. She clicked on the URL for the Rockies’ 2009 schedule. When the page loaded she quickly scanned the May calendar.

Three days in a row, Tuesday, May 12 through Thursday, May 14, the purple boxes in the calendar read, “@ NY Mets.”

“No fucking way,” Lorylyn whispered. “No…fucking…way.”

She fell back against her pillows, staring at her computer screen and then at the plane ticket. Was it Brady?! But he always handwrote his notes…and wait, no, it couldn’t be him. Because the postmark had come from New York. And he wouldn’t be there already…his first game there wasn’t for three days.

She let out a huge breath that was a mix of relief and disappointment. The possibility of it being him had left her stunned…and now that possibility had been yanked away already. Unless…she leaned forward to peer at the Rockies’ schedule again. Thursday, May 7 through Saturday, May 9… “@ NY Yankees.”

“Oh my gosh,” Lorylyn breathed. So he would’ve been in New York since at least Wednesday…plenty of time for him to mail this from there. No way.

She fell back against her pillows again. She had no idea what to think! Which one of them was it?!

Brady? Her first love, the guy she’d thought for years was The One? With whom she’d had a blowout fight last October and only recently gotten back on speaking…or more like texting…terms?

Or maybe Jordy…her fling from that Vineyard Fourth of July party three summers ago and the cruise two months ago?

Or Jason? Her absolute fantasy guy, with whom she’d shared what was probably the best day of her life on a beach in Curaçao during that same cruise but who could never really be hers because his whole past and a big part of his present belonged to Jansen?

Or Jason and Jansen together, because they loved to be outrageous and were always creating some wild new adventure?

She still didn’t know why, if it were Brady, he’d be so secretive. He’d never been like that before. He always included a handwritten note with anything he sent her and signed it. Would he have not done that this time hoping she wouldn’t know who it was, because he thought if she did know she wouldn’t come? No, that didn’t really make sense.

She picked up the note again and reread it. The wording sounded like something Brady would write. It sounded less like Jason or Jordy…but with Jason, you never knew what he and Jansen might be up to. And it kind of sounded like Jason by himself…depending on the situation. She just had no idea what this situation was, so how was she supposed to know if it was something Jason would write or not?!

Then she had a totally different thought. It could be Hilton! Or Kelsey! They were two of her best high school friends. Hilton was in New York a lot for her job, and Kelsey lived there.

But neither of them would word the note like that. Lorylyn laughed at the thought. If it were from Hilton the note would read more like, “You better come, I have a kickass surprise for you!” with a big wink sign afterwards. Kelsey would probably write something similar.

Lorylyn screamed in her mind. Aagghh! She had no freaking clue, and she was going crazy!

She picked up her phone to call Cade, her best friend. Maybe he could help her figure it out from a guy’s perspective. Disappointed when he didn’t answer, she called Wes. Maybe Cade was in his room and had just left his phone downstairs or something.

“Hey, what’s up?” Wes answered.

“Hey, are you at The Dilapidated Whorehouse?” Lorylyn asked, naming the house she had just moved out of a few days ago. It had been their college house for the last five years…not just Lorylyn, Cade, and Wes’s, but seven of them total, including Jansen, Kylar, Thaler, and another friend Xavier. Their other two best friends at Irelan, Zibby and DJ, who were married, had lived there for the first year and then moved into a house nearby.

“Yeah,” Wes said.

“Is Cade there? I just tried to call his phone and he didn‘t answer.”

“No, he had to go to New York.”

“What?!” Lorylyn cried, sitting straight upright so quickly she felt a jolt of pain in her back.

“Yeah, the traveling athletic trainer was sick or something, so he had to go with the baseball team this weekend.”

“Oh my gosh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Lorylyn said quickly. “He didn’t say anything about me, did he?”

“No,” Wes said.

“Wait, where in New York? New York City?”

“I don’t know.”

“When did he leave?” Lorylyn asked, thinking of the postmark. She suddenly realized it would show the exact date and grabbed the envelope again. May 7. Thursday. Two days ago. Brady would’ve already been in New York for one day.

“Um, Wednesday? Yeah. He flew out there on Wednesday. Their games were Friday through Sunday.”

“Oh my gosh,” Lorylyn said. “Okay, thanks. I guess I’ll just try calling him again.”

“Okay,” Wes said. “See ya.”

“See ya.” Lorylyn hung up and dropped her phone on the bed, staring but seeing nothing. Was it Cade?! They had history too…some of her most important history. Five and a half years ago, they’d gotten married while studying abroad in Amsterdam. It wasn’t legally recognized in the States, but they’d kept it going for a year after they’d come back. Since then they’d hooked up a few times and remained best friends and talked about how maybe someday they’d be together again, but…

Lorylyn tried to piece together all the clues. Every one of the possible senders would’ve been in New York City at the time the letter was postmarked. Wait. She looked up Irelan’s baseball schedule. Maybe the games were in some totally other part of New York, which would rule out Cade. She scrolled down, searching, searching… “May 8-10”… her eyes darted across… “@ Long Island University.”

Lorylyn let out a deep breath. Long Island. That was New York City, or at least close enough. She didn’t know where on the island the university was, but it didn’t really matter. Holy shit. It could be any of them.

Continental…Jason and Jordy had flown that to San Juan for the cruise. But that didn’t mean anything. It may have just been the cheapest flight, or the one with the best times. She had never heard Jason say he always flew Continental or anything. The business class ticket…Jason or Brady could easily afford to do that and probably would. It seemed less like Jordy or Cade. But…if Cade were doing something really big, like telling her he was in love with her and wanted to marry her again…he would go all out. Jordy…she didn’t really know. He had a job in sales of some kind and made enough money to live in Manhattan, but it seemed somewhat overboard that he’d buy a business class ticket.

The wording of the note probably sounded most like Brady, but really it could be any of them. She still thought it was weird that Brady would be secretive about it though, just because it didn’t fit his past note-writing style. She could see Cade being secretive about it for the element of surprise. He would know it would drive her crazy. Jordy…once again…who knew? Maybe he wouldn’t even realize she wouldn’t know it was him. He didn’t know anything had ever happened between her and Jason, so what other guy did she know in New York?

She stretched her brain. Did she know anybody else in New York? No. Not anybody who would send her this note and plane ticket.

She picked up her phone again to call Zibby. Maybe Zibby would have some idea, or maybe if it had been Cade, Zibby would know.

Just as she picked her phone up off the bed, it rang, startling her. It was Jansen.

“Hello?” she asked, her heart pounding.

“Hey, it’s Sinead again.”

“Oh, hey.” Lorylyn let out a long breath and tried to calm her racing heart.

“Hey, well Kylar’s here for the wedding, you know, and she just got up so I asked her when she’s staying till and she said Tuesday. So I asked her what her and Jansen are doing for the next couple days, and she said on Monday they’re going to a Dierks Bentley concert. And I was like, ‘Is Lorylyn coming?’ and she was like, ‘No, I don’t think so.’ Like she sounded like she hadn’t heard anything about it. She said Jansen surprised her with the ticket when she got here, ‘cause Jansen had just heard about it a few days ago and knew Kylar thought he was hot or something. Kylar was like, ‘Yeah, Lorylyn likes him too, but as far as I know she’s not coming.’ So I don’t know if that means anything to you, but I thought I’d let you know. I wasn’t even gonna call back ‘cause it didn’t seem like a big deal, but then she went to get in the shower so I figured why not. Since Jansen did surprise her with the ticket or whatever, I was like, well maybe she’s surprising Lor too. I don’t know.”

“A Dierks Bentley concert?” Lorylyn asked, thinking she might pass out.

“Yeah. Isn‘t he that totally hot blond country singer? Maybe I should go.” Sinead laughed. “So does that help at all?”

“Yeah, it does,” Lorylyn said. “Thanks. Don’t tell them still.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Lorylyn was out of breath as she hung up, and her mind was whirling even faster than before. Her immediate thought was Brady; he’d mailed her every new Dierks CD since 2003 and marked a song in each one that reminded him of her. But a second later that certainty swirled back into all the other ideas in her brain and become clouded again. Maybe it really was just Jansen…the surprise would be the concert…and Jansen would totally throw the “I need to talk to you” in just to screw with Lorylyn.

Lorylyn laughed a little at that thought, then screamed in her head again. Aaggghhh!

And two days later, she was no closer to figuring it out.

Jansen did seem like the most logical answer now, since she had surprised Kylar with the Dierks ticket, but Lorylyn didn’t want to believe that. She wanted it to be a guy.

Of the guys, it seemed most likely it would be Brady, because he didn’t have a game tonight and he would be able to take her to the Dierks concert. And that was definitely the type of thing Brady would surprise her with.

But not now, she realized on the flight to New York.

It was the type of thing he would’ve surprised her with. When they were together, or even the first few years after. But not now. Tickets to his games this summer…sure. But sending her a plane ticket to New York to take her to Dierks? Why would he do that? The whole Dierks thing could just be a coincidence. Brady might not even know Dierks was in New York tonight.

And Cade…if it was him it would’ve had to be totally spontaneous, because he hadn’t even known he would be going to New York. That would make sense why the ticket was one that looked like it was issued by the airline rather than an e-ticket…maybe he had gotten it at the airport when he landed. Maybe he’d had the whole idea on the plane. And he had never called her back after she’d called him the other day. That was unusual for him; she hadn’t left a message, and normally he would’ve called to see what was up. But maybe he had known she would’ve been calling to tell him about the plane ticket, and he didn’t want to give anything away.

Oh my gosh! What if it’s Cade and his surprise is he’s taking me to Amsterdam?! she thought. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Irelan’s last game in New York had been yesterday…it made perfect sense. She suddenly panicked. She hadn’t packed enough stuff for a trip to Amsterdam. She’d only packed enough for three or four days! But whatever, it didn’t matter. If they were going to Amsterdam…that would be so freaking awesome. And she did have her passport; she always carried it with her when she traveled in case she lost her license. And…Cade had said they should go back sometime. Just a week ago, on one of their last nights at Irelan. Maybe this week he’d gotten really sad about her being gone…and realized he wanted to be together again…. Holy shit. Could it be?

The ticket not being an e-ticket made it seem probably less likely that it was Jason. He would’ve bought a ticket online, wouldn’t he? Either Brady or Cade could’ve bought it at the airport when they flew into the city. But why would Jason go all the way to the airport?

But then maybe he had a travel agent who had booked it for him and given him the real ticket. He did! Or at least his family did. She had booked the room for Jason in Cabo a few years ago over spring break when his flight to Switzerland had gotten cancelled and he and his friends had decided to go to Cabo with Lorylyn and Jansen and their friends instead.

Or Jansen could’ve gotten the real ticket. For Jason or herself. She had worked at a travel agency for the last four years.

Lorylyn sighed. She wondered for the millionth time which of them she even wanted it to be. And the answer, like every other time, was all of them.

She wanted Jordy to have realized he liked her more than he’d thought, she wanted Brady to surprise her with a Dierks concert, she wanted to go back to Amsterdam with Cade, and of course she wanted it to be Jason.

Her thoughts whirled.

Brady…Cade…Jordy…Jason.

The four main guys from her past, the four main guys in her life so far. She still talked to all of them, still saw a chance she might hook up with all of them again. Still saw a chance she might date any one of them in the future, even if with Brady it was just the smallest chance, one she really didn’t even want to admit existed.

She was almost twenty-six, and no guy doors had closed in her life. Every guy she’d loved or even liked a lot…every guy she’d slept with…was still there, still a possibility in her mind. She’d acted as though the door with Brady was closed and believed in her head it was. But her heart had always kept a little opening tucked away for him, and she knew it. With Jordy she’d been okay knowing it would never go anywhere, and she still was…but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be open to it going somewhere if the opportunity arose. And Cade and Jason…of course the door was still open with both of them.

In the bathroom at LaGuardia, she was growing more nervous with each stroke of her brush through her hair. Another part of her couldn’t wait to see who it was, because there was a crazy hope building inside her by the second too. Agh! She felt like she was so conflicted she might burst.

Finally she dropped her brush in her purse, offered her reflection an edgy smile, then left the restroom and continued walking.

She took an escalator down and followed the signs for baggage claim. She took another escalator down.

And then, just as she was coming off the second one, she saw who it was.

She froze, and somebody bumped into her from behind. “Sorry,” Lorylyn muttered, barely turning her head, but the person had already rushed past.

What? her confused brain asked. What? She hadn’t thought she knew who she wanted or didn’t want it to be, but this was wrong. No, no, no. What?! No!

She’d told herself not to get her hopes up; she’d known she really had no clue how she would react when she saw who it was. But now that she had, she knew right away it was wrong. This wasn’t how this was supposed to turn out. What?! She didn’t even understand what was happening, couldn’t swallow the stunned disappointment.

She felt like she was in a dream. She remembered Kylar’s dream about Hersh last weekend, when Hersh had said, “It wasn’t supposed to be you,” and Kylar had woken up knowing with absolute certainty she wasn’t the girl he was supposed to marry. Those words had allowed Kylar to go to New York for his wedding at peace with the situation.

But Lorylyn was definitely not at peace with this situation. She knew with absolute certainty this wasn’t who was supposed to be waiting for her today.

She still hadn’t moved from her spot just off the escalator. She shook her head slowly, the words from Kylar’s dream replaying in her head.

“It wasn’t supposed to be you,” she whispered. “It wasn’t supposed to be you.”

…………..:):):) That’s all for now! Don’t forget…email me at daisy@daisyjordan.com to pre-order! 😉

kella auerbach: character interview

The other day on Facebook, I called Jansen my most mysterious character. I guess at the time, I wasn’t thinking about Kella. Although I’d have to say Kella is really more secretive than mysterious…because as you read A Stranger Thing, you might not label her as either. So not only is she secretive, she’s really damn good at it. 🙂 Kella’s brother Jason describes her as having quant-à-soi, a sense of coolness and calmness in every situation, someone who is never surprised because she’s so aware of everything going on around her. I don’t really think anyone could describe her better. But for someone who never gets surprised, she sure drops a lot of bombshells in this book.

Kella, one of the main characters in A Stranger Thing (doll created at dollzmania.net)

Kella, one of the main characters in A Stranger Thing (doll created at dollzmania.net)

-What’s your name?

~Kella Auerbach

-How old are you?

~24

-Where do you live?

~Brussels, Belgium

-If you were an alcoholic beverage, which one would you be and why?

~Absinthe. It’s almost a mythical drink…most people have heard of it and have some image of what it’d be like, but not that many have actually tried it. By partway through A Stranger Thing, most people have heard of me, but few get close to me and even fewer really know me. Absinthe is so potent on its own that it has to be diluted with water and sugar, which makes it sweet. I would say deep down I’m also very…dangerous, but what most people experience, like when drinking absinthe, is my watered-down sweeter side.

-What’s your biggest secret?

~My entire life, since about age 14 or 15.

-What’s the biggest surprise we’ll see from you in A Stranger Thing (without giving too much away, of course)?

~Everyone I grew up with, went to boarding school or college with, work with, etc. will be most surprised when my name comes out as part of a huge story that’s going around in the media. Readers will probably be most surprised on my wedding day, although there are a few hints in my answers here. When I say my entire life is a secret, I really mean everything. I think most people will see the first big secret that’s revealed and not look farther. As I intended. 😉

-What’s one thing that happens in A Stranger Thing that you would change, if you could (again, without giving too much away)?

~I would change losing one of my best friends, which happens before the start of the book and would in turn change everything I do in A Stranger Thing.

-Thanks, Kella! As Kella tells Jansen in one scene, “Mystery likes to follow me, I guess.” That’s probably the understatement of the last decade in Kella’s life. To read more about that last decade, look for the upcoming trilogy Not Like Paradise, which is the story of Jansen, Jason, and Kella growing up in NYC. And after that will come the story Kella tells Jansen in A Stranger Thing about “what happened at boarding school.” Stay tuned!

In the meantime, be sure to check out the other character interviews for A Stranger Thing: Lorylyn, Kylar, Zibby, Brady, Xavier, Taylor, Cade, Jansen, Jason, and Thaler!!

And tomorrow, meet a character many readers of my past novels probably didn’t expect to grace a scene again…Brooke! And yes, by “grace a scene,” I mean steamroll other characters’ lives with her usual well-planned delivery of chaos and disaster. 😉

thaler davis: character interview

Today’s interview features Thaler, Jansen’s roommate for the last 5 years and friend with benefits for the last 3. In A Stranger Thing, Thaler, Jansen, and their other roommates Kylar and Xavier are headed to Chicago to continue living together as they take the next steps in their careers. But let’s be real, most of the drama will be in their personal lives. 😉 Thaler has recently realized he’s in love with Jansen, and even though she has a crazy history with her ex-boyfriend and best friend Jason and is about to go spend the summer with him, Thaler decided to tell her how he felt.

-What’s your name?

~Thaler Davis

-How old are you?

~26

-Where do you live?

~Chicago, for the next several years at least. Just starting my residency in orthopedic surgery.

-If you were an alcoholic beverage, which one would you be and why?

~I would just say I’m Bud Light, ‘cause I’m light and easygoing, and everybody’s my bud. (Haha, I’m lame, I know.) It takes a lot to make me mad; my attitude towards life is just go with the flow and roll with the punches. Everything is easier to handle when you don’t get overly upset about it.

-What’s your biggest secret?

~Well, it was that I was in love with my college roommate Jansen. But I just asked her to be my girlfriend when she moves to Chicago at the end of the summer, and she said yes, so I don’t have any secrets anymore. Gotta say I’m feeling pretty good about life. 🙂

-What’s the biggest surprise we’ll see from you in A Stranger Thing (without giving too much away, of course)?

~Well…let’s just say even though I’ve known Jansen for 8 years, she has some surprises in store for me. Maybe the way I react to those is surprising, but I don’t think so.

-What’s one thing that happens in A Stranger Thing that you would change, if you could (again, without giving too much away)?

~You know, this may actually be a surprise, but I think the one thing I might change is I might stand up to one of my friends and tell him to quit being a douchebag. I’ve always just let it go ‘cause it’s not about me, but maybe when I saw him treating one of my other friends like shit…maybe I should’ve said something.

-Thanks, Thaler! If you want to know how Jansen and Thaler’s eight-year friendship turned into love, read the full story in All That Sparkles Isn’t Real Sapphire and I Don’t Want the Rest of Your Life. And to find out the full backstory about Jansen and Jason’s past, look for the upcoming trilogy Not Like Paradise.

If you haven’t already, make sure to read the other character interviews for A Stranger Thing: Lorylyn, Kylar, Zibby, Brady, Xavier, Taylor, Cade, Jansen, and Jason!

Tomorrow, meet a character who’s been mentioned in previous books, and whose bed Lorylyn and Zibby have slept in, but who has never made an actual appearance in a scene…Jason’s sister Kella! And let’s just say she goes from a mere mention to the center of attention in about 3 lines. 😉 And…let’s also say that if Thaler knew something Kella knows and Jansen is soon to find out…he might not only change his answer to the question about what he’d change in A Stranger Thing, he might change a whole lot more. Or at least be substantially less nonchalant.

Until tomorrow! 😉

Kella, one of the main characters in A Stranger Thing (doll created at dollzmania.net)

Kella, one of the main characters in A Stranger Thing (doll created at dollzmania.net)


jason auerbach: character interview

Meet Jason, Jansen’s best friend growing up in New York City, her ex-boyfriend, and her friend with benefits for the last 10 years. In A Stranger Thing, Jansen and Jason’s relationship is about to undergo a major shift, because Jansen has a new boyfriend, her roommate Thaler. At the beginning of the book, Jansen has just gotten to NYC to spend her usual summer in the city with Jason, and the two of them are about to embark on their annual trip to Europe. Also on her way to NYC is Lorylyn, one of Jansen’s best friends with whom Jason has a newly developed friends with benefits relationship. And Lorylyn’s coming because she got a surprise plane ticket from an anonymous source…could it be Jason? 🙂

-What’s your name?

~Jason Auerbach

-How old are you?

~26

-Where do you live?

~New York City

-If you were an alcoholic beverage, which one would you be and why?

~I’d be the beer Delirium Tremens, because its name comes from symptoms of alcohol withdrawal, and I spend a good portion of the book in a kind of withdrawal from something that’s been probably the most important thing in my life since I can remember. The bottles of Delirium Tremens have pink elephants on them, and the whole time I’m in Budapest I feel like there’s a huge elephant in the room, so to say. But the beer goes down surprisingly smoothly, and I’d say my life stays pretty smooth through everything.

-What’s your biggest secret?

~I don’t really see myself as having secrets, but only a few people know about the crazy stuff that went down during high school when Jansen and I were growing up in the city, so maybe that. It also gets carried into the present in A Stranger Thing, so what happened back then plus what’s going on now is probably my biggest secret.

-What’s the biggest surprise we’ll see from you in A Stranger Thing (without giving too much away, of course)?

~Maybe what I do in Budapest? I don’t know.

-What’s one thing that happens in A Stranger Thing that you would change, if you could (again, without giving too much away)?

~Budapest and the few months after…I mean, I end up saying it was the best thing I did in 2009, but I could have done that same thing in some other way. Maybe never going to Budapest at all would have been better. But maybe it wouldn’t have. I just wish I could’ve made it less painful at the time, or been better prepared, somehow.

-Thanks, Jason! If you’re curious about Jansen and Jason’s past or how Jason’s relationship with Lorylyn began, find out more in All That Sparkles Isn’t Real Sapphire and I Don’t Want the Rest of Your Life. And for the full backstory about Jansen and Jason and the mystery and danger that made up their teenage years, look for the upcoming trilogy Not Like Paradise.

If you haven’t already, make sure to read the other character interviews for A Stranger Thing: Lorylyn, Kylar, Zibby, Brady, Xavier, Taylor, Cade, and Jansen!

And tomorrow, come back to meet Jansen’s new boyfriend, Thaler! See you then! 🙂

the crazy thing about postcards

It took me a long time to decide what to call my blog. Two and a half years, really, because two and a half years ago is when I realized I should be blogging. But a few weeks ago, when I started thinking seriously about it, one of the first titles that came to mind was Living in a Postcard. It’s the name of one of my books, and the “living in a postcard” theory, which my characters Hilton and Jill created and use to define their lives, is one I very much believe in too. It’s all about finding those moments you would die for and actually living them. But in the end, the name for my blog came from “The Tigger Song.”

Yeah, “The Tigger Song.” From Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too. If you Google it, it’s everywhere. I remember it from a Tigger jacket I had when I was little. It was printed on the inside of the jacket, and I used to sing it to our cat Tigger, who had markings like a tiger. When I was throwing around titles for my blog and mentioned The Thing About Postcards, it suddenly reminded me of “The Tigger Song,” which I told my mom, and she said, “Yeah, it does!” And when I realized I could even rewrite the song to be about postcards, I knew that was my title. The song would go something like:

“The Postcard Song”

The crazy thing about postcards, is postcards aren’t just blurbs

Their fronts are made out of pictures, their backs are made out of words

They always tell a story, even if it’s just one line

But the craziest thing about postcards, is they capture a moment in time

I think postcards are fascinating, one of the best and most intriguing forms of art and communication in the world. In my book Living in a Postcard, my character Hilton views a postcard as a snapshot of her life at any given moment. And this is what postcards are. Every one of them tells a story of a life at a given moment in time. There’s the most obvious way – when the story is written in a paragraph or two describing what someone is doing on vacation in the place from where the postcard was sent. But even that is just one of many stories told by that particular postcard.

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That postcard also tells a story about the relationship between the person who wrote it and the person at the address printed on it, even though often that story is only known between the two of them. It tells a story about the person or people who took the photograph(s) on the front, or put together the design. It tells a story of the place or thing(s) represented on the front at the time the postcard was created.

Postcards tell other stories too. What about the ones mailed with no writing, only an address, letting the picture on the front speak for itself, along with whatever the recipient reads into the blank space on the other side? What about postcards kept by the person who bought them, as part of a collection or a scrapbook? Those tell a story too, of that person’s travels, where he or she was and what struck him or her about that place that’s reflected in the postcard and immortalized in a personal collection or album. I buy postcards from lots of places I travel, and I have them hanging on a wall in my apartment. I see them every day and they take me back to those places I’ve been and the people who were there with me. They also give me this constant sense of the bigger world, what else is out there besides my small piece of it.

Postcards can tell funny stories, like the one I used to think was so hilarious to send to all my friends when I was in Florida for spring break – the one that was completely black on the front and said “Florida at Night.” Or the ecard postcards online with the hilarious sayings like, “Romeo and Juliet is not a love story. It’s a 3-day relationship between a 13-year-old and a 17-year-old that caused 6 deaths. Sincerely, everyone who actually read it.” Postcards can tell inspiring stories with a beautiful picture or a quote that somehow adds something to your life. They can even tell secrets, like on Post Secret. They tell stories of one moment in time – the people, the place, the feelings.

I heard this quote once I really liked, in a documentary about the Titanic, that talked about “a series of inconsequential events” leading to the sinking of the ship. The idea was that each of these events alone would not have caused the ship to hit the iceberg, but when aligned together, they did. I thought, isn’t everything really caused by a series of inconsequential events? We have seemingly small, random things happen in our lives every day, and we never know which ones will still be affecting us years later. I think of each of these individually inconsequential events as postcards, and when strung together and hung in a row next to each other, they tell part of the story of our lives.

For example, in my life a few of these postcards might be “finding a Tigger jacket in the Disney Store at the mall,” “my dog Abby chasing a cat up a tree,” and “living in Indy for a year.” These events happened over a span of 19 years and would seem to have no relation to each other, and really they don’t, but aligned together, they led to the name of my blog.

Another example for me is this one day I spent in New York City. The events that would’ve by themselves been inconsequential were that it rained in the morning, I tried to go to a movie in the early afternoon but found the showtime listed online didn’t really exist, and LaGuardia Airport was closed for an hour in the late afternoon. Aligned together in that one day, these events led to a discovery that has a major connection to a trilogy I’m writing and a timeless night in New York that I’ll use in some romanticized way in a future book.

It’s such a basic idea, about all these moments that make up our lives, that I never thought about it till I heard that quote in the Titanic documentary. But it’s exactly what my blog will be – a series of entries, each of which tells a small part of the story of my life or my characters’ lives, just like a postcard does.

The crazy thing about postcards is they connect people and places across time. They can be impersonal or intimate; they can tell a complete story or a fraction of one. Everyone can see what they say, yet they can be anonymous. They’re so little, yet they tell the story of the world.

The crazy thing about postcards is they help us piece together the moments of our lives. And those moments, some seemingly inconsequential, some standouts, are the stuff of my books, and now my blog.

So thanks, Abby, for chasing the cat who became Tigger up a tree that one afternoon. 🙂

Tigger and me!

Tigger and me!