*Bounces in*OHAI YOU GUYS.
So, a while back, I wrote this book, and decided that the best route of publishing for it would be to self-publish. Which means that I waved my magic wand and transformed myself into a publisher, too. (tada!) All the aspects of publishing that normally would be taken care of by a publisher are done by me, or by people I hire to do it.
I was very nervous about my cover- and picky. Very, very picky. There's a trend of Two White People Almost Kissing on book covers of most New Adult novels being released, and that was pretty much the last thing I wanted on Heart Breaths. For one thing, Heart Breaths is not really such a Two White People Almost Kissing kind of book. It's really not. While the romance does play a rather significant role in the plot, it's not the only story, and I wanted the cover to reflect that.
Hafsah, the lovely and talented photoshop wizard, managed to take my semi-incoherent rumblings (and my Pinterest board) and turn it into the PERFECT cover for HEART BREATHS.
I mean, JUST LOOK AT IT.
BLURB: After a tragedy nearly ripped 21 year old Madeline Darlington-Gray’s life in half, she's spent the past three years trying to put the pieces back together. But pieces never just fit back together, and when she's betrayed by those she trusts, everything crumbles. Shoving everything she owns into the trunk of her car, Maddie drives south, trying to run from her past.
Eno, North Carolina seems like the perfect place to hide. Working at a local café is light years from Maddie's Manhattan existence and for the first time in a while, she's finding her family. There's Grandma, the café owner; Samantha, the hairstylist next door with plans to make Maddie's life unsuck and Noie, the three year old girl who's stolen Maddie's heart.
And then there’s Gabriel Mendez, Noie’s single dad. He’s intrigued Maddie since the first time she met him, and while he has his own secrets, he wants more from her than just friendship. But the past never stays past, and all too soon, Maddie realizes she can't hide from hers. If she can't put the pieces of her shattered life together this time, she'll have no hope for a future.
A future she desperately wants.
I have been a squeeing, semi-incoherent Gollum since Hafsah sent it to me... The words "MY PRECIOUSSSSSS" have been uttered enough times that people have started to look at me funny.
That's okay with me- because hi, DID YOU SEE THAT PRETTY???
And because I love you, here is a special little teaser from HEART BREATHS. Conveniently, it also happens to be the entire first page.
It had been seven hours and fourteen minutes since I completely and utterly lost my mind. Since I shoved everything I could fit into my car, returned my keys to the landlord, and drove. All I wanted to do was drive - drive until my tires ran flat, get a new pair, and keep going. Drive until I couldn’t drive anymore, until the allure of wherever I was became stronger than the urge to bury my head in the sand and never, ever come out. Far enough away that my memories would all magically fade away into a bizarre kind of nostalgia, the kind that only comes from knowing how bad things sucked. The kind that only happens after blacking out.I don’t know when I realized there were beaches again. It was miles and miles of mindless driving. No GPS, no phone, and no map- I was probably heading south. It would have helped to read road signs, but when everything goes, everything goes. I pulled into a rest stop and stumbled out of the car, cramped from sitting hunched over the wheel for seven hours. It was a testament to how far gone I was at this point- I had driven over seven hours without stopping. Normally all it took was two minutes of driving before the panic attack would hit.Welcome to Virginia Beach! A garish sign proclaimed. Well, that would explain the location bit, I thought as I walked blindly to the bathrooms.I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Then again, it had been years since I recognized myself at all. Swiping the hair out of my face again and pulling it into a ponytail, I made a face at my reflection. If Mother knew I was walking in public with my hair looking like this, she would be so horrified her Botoxed forehead wouldn’t be enough to hide it. I don’t know which one she would find worse- showing emotion or my hair. It was a tough call. Shaking off thoughts of my mother, I trudged out of the restroom and into the main convenience store.“Well, hi!” sang a cheery voice from behind the counter as I walked in, surveying the store. “How can I help you?”Nobody could help me. Especially not some random cashier in a gas station store on the side of the highway. “I’m fine, thanks,” I mumbled. “Just looking.”
Author Info: KK Hendin's real life ambition is to become a pink fluffy unicorn who dances with rainbows. But the schooling for that is all sorts of complicated, so until that gets sorted out, she'll just write. Preferably things with angst and love. And things that require chocolate.She spends way too much time on Twitter, and rambles on occasion over atwww.kkhendinwrites.blogspot.com.
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THIRTY FOUR DAYS, y'all.
I am so excited and nervous and all the simultaneous feelings. I think I'll go and look at my cover some more.
*BIG SMOOSHY HUGS*