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Friday, March 16, 2018

MORE THAN WE CAN TELL by Brigid Kemmerer // Excerpt and Giveaway

Hey ya'll! (I say ya'll now since I moved to SC)

I am SUPER excited to be a part of the MORE THAN WE CAN TELL blog tour. I absolutely LOVED this book. If you read LETTERS TO THE LOST you will know how special Rev is, and that he just needed his own book. As soon as I got done with LTTL, I begged for confirmation that it would happen and I squealed when Brigid said Rev's book was being written. I was nervous that it wouldn't hold up to LTTL, but I shouldn't have worried. I think I loved it even more. Rev is such an awesome, complex, and beautiful character, and I can't wait for all of you to read about him! (P.S. You do not have to read LTTL to read MTWCT).

Check out the excerpt below, and don't miss the giveaway at the end!

by Brigid Kemmerer
Hardcover: 416 pages
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA Childrens (March 6, 2018)
Language: English
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Rev Fletcher is battling the demons of his past. But with loving adoptive parents by his side, he’s managed to keep them at bay...until he gets a letter from his abusive father and the trauma of his childhood comes hurtling back.

Emma Blue spends her time perfecting the computer game she built from scratch, rather than facing her parents’ crumbling marriage. She can solve any problem with the right code, but when an online troll’s harassment escalates, she’s truly afraid.

When Rev and Emma meet, they both long to lift the burden of their secrets and bond instantly over their shared turmoil. But when their situations turn dangerous, their trust in each other will be tested in ways they never expected. This must-read story will once again have readers falling for Brigid Kemmerer’s emotional storytelling.
I’m having the most bizarre emotional experience.
There is another e-mail from my father on my phone.
There is a girl walking next to me.
I’m taking her to my house.
It’s pouring rain and we’re holding hands and I’m soaking wet. I’m freezing on the outside and warm on the inside, and I both want this moment to end and go on forever.
I shove my phone into the sodden pocket of my hoodie. I only checked because I thought it might by Geoff or Kristin.
“What just happened?” says Emma.
My movement must have been a little too forceful. “My father sent me another e-mail.”
“Do you write back to any of them?” She looks up at me. Her hair is plastered back from the rain, and her eyes are huge.
“Only the first.” I wince. “I told him to leave me alone.”
She doesn’t respond to that. We walk in silence for a while.
“Do you think there’s a part of you that wanted to talk to him?”
“Yes.” No mystery there. “And I know that sounds weird.”
“No, I think I get it.” She shrugs. “I don’t like my mother, but she’s still my mother.”
“You don’t like her?”
“She doesn’t like anything about me either. She thinks I’m a slacker wasting all my time playing games on the Internet. It’s basically the same way she feels about my father, but she knows she can control me.”
“Your parents don’t get along?”
She snorts. “They must have gotten along at some point, but not now. Mom is all about eating healthy, working out, and spending seventy hours a week at her job. Dad is all about eating nachos, staying up all night, and also spending seventy hours a week at his job.”
“So they’re never home.”
“Not a lot, no. But really, that’s better. When they’re home they snipe at each other. When he’s not home, Mom snipes at me.”
No wonder she doesn’t feel like she has anyone she can tell about the guy sending her those hateful messages.
“So you think your mother is disappointed that you’re doing what your father does?”
“I know she is. And it sucks. I’m good at game design. I love the creativity of it. I write out whole storyboards. I have my own game, and a whole community! But she—”
“Wait.” I use our joined hands to pull her to a stop. “You have your own game?”
Her cheeks turn pink, even in the rain. “It’s nothing. It’s small.”
I stare at her. “Your own game. Like—you built a computer game.”
“It’s nothing. Really.”
It’s literally the most fascinating thing in the world and she says this like it’s nothing. “Emma—I don’t know anyone who can write a computer game. Are you kidding me? Can I play it?”
She glances away. “It’s silly. Like I said. It’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not. I want to see.”
“I don’t want you to see.”
Her words stop me in my tracks. I’m not entirely sure how to take them, and my brain is such a twisted, screwed-up place already. “Okay.”
Her blush deepens. “It’s not perfect yet. I haven’t even shown my father. It needs to be perfect before I show it to him.”
“And probably not your mother either?”
“God, no. She wouldn’t be impressed by any of that. She finds it disappointing. So I spend all my time resenting her but also wishing I could please her. If that makes any sense.”
“Of course.”
“Of course.” Light and shadows play games with the trails of water on her face. My eyes trace her lips, the lines of her face, the soft curve of her jaw. I want to touch her so badly that my hand aches for it.
“Are you stalling?” she whispers.
It breaks the spell. I blink and look away. “No. Come on.” We start walking again.
Are you stalling?
Much like her refusal to let me see her game, I don’t know what to make of that. Maybe this attraction is one-sided. Maybe my head can’t even wrap itself around normal social cues.
Then again, she’s still holding my hand.

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BRIGID KEMMERER is author of LETTERS TO THE LOST (Bloomsbury; April 4, 2017), a dark, contemporary Young Adult romance; THICKER THAN WATER (Kensington, December 29, 2015), a New Adult paranormal mystery with elements of romance; and the YALSA-nominated Elemental series of five Young Adult novels and three e-novellas which Kirkus Reviews calls “refreshingly human paranormal romance” and School Library Journal describes as “a new take on the supernatural genre.” She lives in the Baltimore area with her husband and four sons.

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