Google+ Reading Teen: {Indie Spotlight} My Girlfriend Bites by Doug Solter

Monday, August 5, 2013

{Indie Spotlight} My Girlfriend Bites by Doug Solter

“Bree opens her mouth and another strong howl roars from deep inside her. She mimics the wolves cries with perfection. Seriously? This is not happening. That waiter must have been pissed and slipped a drug into my fettuccine because those sounds can not be coming from my date."

After his "dream" girl rejects him, 16-year-old Aiden tries to commit suicide, yet mysteriously survives. Now he feels like a loser with zero possibility of finding the perfect girlfriend. Enter Bree, the creepy girl with too much hair who's rumored to be cloned from a frozen prehistoric cave girl that scientists discovered in Canada. But when he accepts a ride from “Cave Girl” during a storm, Aiden discovers this weird girl not only has a kind heart. She's also cute.

Aiden offers to help Bree in Algebra and the two become friends. When Aiden pushes that friendship into a date, Bree accepts. On a romantic night at the zoo, Bree and Aiden fall in love as the animals watch. Unlike Aiden, they can smell what Bree really is.

Bree decides to tell him her deep, dark secret. Her family are werewolves hiding from the Demon Skins, a mysterious new enemy hunting down all the werewolf packs on earth. Aiden struggles with Bree's revelation, but chooses to stand by the girl he fell in love with. But standing by his new girlfriend will be the biggest test of his life.

Too bad Bree can't turn a coward into a fearless werewolf. That bite thing is only a myth.
This forces Aiden to do the unthinkable...believe in himself.

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“Dinner Date with Bree” (Aiden)

            The brick walls inside the big Italian restaurant amplify all the background noise by a factor of ten. I do my best to concentrate on Bree, who raises her voice to tell me what music she likes.
            The conversation dies.
            I smile.
            Bree smiles.
            I don’t know what else to talk about. The restaurant? The tablecloth?
            Ask Bree if she can speak Italian?
            That’s stupid. Don’t ask her that.
            I scratch an itch on my leg and notice a small crescent moon tat on top of Bree’s foot. Never noticed that before.
            She flexes her ankle. “Do you like it?”
            Like what?” I ask.
            The tattoo?”
            Yeah, I do. Why the moon?”
            Because the moon is magical. It gives light to the darkness,” Bree says. “Can’t you feel its energy in the air when there’s a full moon? The night becomes so alive. So vibrant. You can always feel it.” She pauses. “I find it super hard to sleep during a full moon. How can you sleep with all that energy seething through your body? Sometimes you have no choice but to run through the woods.”
            Wait. Is Bree telling me that she runs around in the woods in the middle of the night? That’s so Cave Girl weird.
            Do you do that?” I ask.
            Do I do what?”
            Run around in the forest in the middle of the night?”
            The hint of surprise on her face gets covered up quickly. “I didn’t say that. No, I’m saying that I understand why some people do. The hospital emergency rooms have busy nights on a full moon because people run around in the middle of the night and bump into things. That’s what I meant. I wasn’t talking about me at all.”
            I’m super serious. I just like the moon. That’s all,” Bree says, a weird nervousness coming from her that I haven’t seen before.
            So you’re only a moon enthusiast and that’s all.”
            Yes.” She giggles. “A moon enthusiast. I like that.” Bree gulps down some water from her glass.
            There’s a lot of suicides during a full moon.” The words roll off my tongue, and I instantly tense up the moment my brain catches it. Suicides? Why did I bring that up? Now that doesn’t make me sound depressing to be around, does it?
            The table falls silent.
            My stomach burns. I’ve destroyed this date. Blew it up in my own face. Why do I keep saying stupid things? I should have printed some awesome one-liners I could say to a girl and slip those into my pocket. I suck at improv.
            Even the moon can’t cure everyone’s darkness,” Bree says, her eyes searching mine.
            Why is she looking at me like that? Does she suspect that I tried to — no way. How could Bree possibly know that?
            I don’t believe in all that witches and wizards stuff. I think it’s a bunch of old superstitious crap made up by people to scare other people. And to sell them Halloween junk at grocery stores.”
Bree sips more water. “You don’t believe myths could be based on the truth?”
            Nope. And I don’t believe in Bigfoot either.”
            Our waiter comes over. I order fettuccine Alfredo and salad. Bree takes more time, scanning the menu as her mouth twitches to the side.
            I’ll take the veal Parmesan,” Bree says.
            Our chef’s signature dish. Excellent choice,” the waiter says.
            But I want it without the sauce and cheese on top.”
            Breaded veal without the Parmesan?”
            Yes, and what side dish comes with that?”
            A side order of pasta marinara with our vegetable of the day.”
            Bree’s eyes wince. “I want meatballs instead.”
            Side order of spaghetti and meatballs? We can do that.” The waiter writes it down.
            No pasta. Only the meatballs. And can you leave off the veggies and just add more meatballs?”
            The waiter shoots me an unhappy look. I pretend to look out the window. The man rips off an order slip, crumples it up, and starts again. “I have a breaded veal without sauce or cheese with a double order of meatballs. What dressing would you like on your salad?”
            Bree bites her lip. “No dressing, but can you put an obscene amount of bacon bits on it?”
            Bacon bits instead of dressing?” The waiter looks at Bree like she’s gone insane.
            An obscene amount. Yes.”
            I’ll put your order in right away,” he says with a slight hint of mockery in his voice as he takes away our menus and leaves.
            Bree leans forward. “What’s the plan for after dinner? You said something about a surprise?”


Catch up with the rest of the My Girlfriend Bites Blog Tour!

July 16 -- Froze 8 Blog “Guest Post by MGB character Bree Mayflower.”
July 17 -- I Read Indie “Guest Post by MGB character Aiden Jay.”
July 18 -- Girl in the Woods “10 Things You Didn’t Know About My Girlfriend Bites.”
July 19 -- Cassandra Lost in Books “Guest post: High School and the concept of The Future.”
July 22 -- Lady's Book Stuff “Guest post: Sneak Peek of first two chapters of My Girlfriend Bites.”
July 23 -- Oops I Read a Book Again “Interview with MGB character Bree Mayflower. Plus MGB dream movie cast!”
July 24 -- Morgan Dragonwillow “Guest Post: Protecting Manhood in YA. My opinion.”
July 25 -- Dana Square  “Author interview.”
July 26 -- Bittersweet Enchantment “Interview with MGB character Aiden Jay.”
July 29 -- Alli's World “Guest Post: What Inspired Me to Write My Girlfriend Bites.”
August 5 --  Reading Teen “Indie Spotlight”

Growing up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Doug went to college at nearby Oklahoma State where he earned a Bachelor of Arts in Radio/TV/Film production and worked in local television for 20 years. Doug began writing screenplays in 1998 and became a 2001 semi-finalist in The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences’ Nicholl Fellowships in Screenwriting. His script Father Figure was one of 129 scripts left from 5,489 entries. His tenth script, Rail Fan, became a quarter-finalist in 2009. Soon after, Doug made the switch to writing young adult novels in 2008. Skid, a young adult novel set in the world of Formula 1 racing, is his first.

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