A Peek Into I’m So Sure

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Before I jump into a preview of I'm So Sure, you can catch a preview of awesome author Terri Blackstock's latest Intervention after my signoff. I honestly didn't get the book in time to read it, but two family members of mine who only read secular mystery and suspense have recently discovered Terri B. and LOVE HER. So I think that says a lot. Anyway, you can read the synopsis of Intervention and the first chapter at the tail end of this blog.

I'm busy practicing my bi-yearly yoga how-to speech for my ninth graders (you know, the speech topic I made up so I could have an excuse to wear yoga pants to work), so I thought I would give you a little preview of I'm So Sure, which hits the shelves this November. And if October goes anything like September, November will be like. . .tomorrow.

So without further ado, I give you I'm So Sure, book two in A Charmed Life series.

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That dirty rotten cheater.

I lower my binoculars and swap them for a camera. A moment like this needs some megapixel proof. The lens zooms closer and closer on my target. I shove my way furhter into the bushes of the Truman City Park and aim toward the old tennis court, where the loser twines himself around a girl who is definitely not his girlfriend. Leaning over and balancing on one leg, I angle my body adn get the perfect shot. One more closeup to seal the deal.

“Hello, Bella Kirkwood.”

With a squeal and a jerk, I topple over and crash into the shrubs.

Spitting dried leaves, I glare at the boy standing over me. “Hey, Chief.”

As the sun shines behind him, the editor of the Truman High Tribune smiles, and for a moment I forget that I'm sprawled in a small tree with limbs poking me in very uncomfortable places.

Luke Sullivan is delish. Except for his attitude. And his arrogance. And his broodiness. And his genius IQ that makes me feel like I have all the intellect of a gerbil.

“What are you doing?” With his hand on mine, he pulls me upright and I'm catapulted straight into his chest.

“Working.” I take a step back. “Mindy Munson hired me to find out if her boyfriend was cheating.” I jerk my head toward the couple making up their own game on the court. “I'd say we have a definite love violation here.”

“So you're taking pictures of a guy without his permission. Don't you think that's a little creepy? A little unethical?”

I consider the idea. “Not so much.”

“This has got to stop. Ever since we busted the football team, people think you're Nancy Drew.”

It's true. When you get kidnapped by the leader of a deadly football gang, and said leader tries to permanently erase you from the planet, people think you're the stuff. And when you walk away from the attempted murder with your head still intact, folks start to think you're some sort of sleuthy hero.

Oh, the many perks of almost dying. I've spent the last two months tracking down stolen iPods, cheating boyfriends, a drill team stalker, and one lost bullfrog by teh name of Mr. Toady Pants.

Not only does it keep me busy, but it keeps me in shoes. Hey, the Prada fairy doesn't visit me like she used to. I do what I must.

“Did you finish the article I assigned?” Now Luke's all business.

“I'm working here. According to my watch, the school day has been over for an hour, and believe it or not, I do have a life outside of the paper. What are you doing here anyway? If you're so hard up for female company that you have to follow me around, maybe you should give Mindy Munson a call.” I throw a look at her loser boyfriend. “My keen reporter's instinct says she'll be on the market by tonight.”

A corner of his mouth twitches, then he tilts his head and pierces me with those ocean blue eyes. “Who says I”m on the market?”

I blink. “Um. . .because I've never seen you with a girl. I realize I'm new to detective work and all, but unless your lady is invisible, she–”

“She's at Harvard.” He picks a leaf from my jacket. “Freshman. And no, we don't see much of each other, but she should be in for Christmas.”

Why do I suddenly feel like a deflated balloon. “You never mentioned her.”

He grins, revealing perfectly straight teeth. “You never asked.”

A chilly wind blows, and my chestnut hair reassembles itself into a new formation. Luke reaches out and tucks a wayward strand back into place, his fingers sliding across my ear.

“Get that shot!”

I jump back as a flash explodes in my face. As three men surround us, Luke pushes me behind his back.

A squatty man sporting a Donald Trump comb-over steps forward. “Can we get another one of you and your boyfriend?”

I peek around Luke. “What? Who are you?” I shove Luke's protective hands away and plant a fist at my hip. “And this isn't my boyfriend.” Why am I explaining here?

“Doesn't matter–just move in closer. These will be great promo shots.”

“Drop the camera and leave her alone.” Luke steps toward the guy. The boy may be tall and wiry, but he's a beast on the soccer field, so he's got some muscles on that frame.

“We just need a few more pics of the girl. Maye you two could huddle up again?”

I gasp. “We were not ‘huddled up.'” Though we have kissed once. But it was just to escape the deranged football players. I barely remember it. Just a dim, faded. . .totally hot memory. Donald Trump snaps another picture. “I don't know who you are, but how dare you spy on me and take my picture without my permission!”

Luke quirks a dark brow my way then returns his stare to Mr. Comb-over. “Who are you?”

The short man shoves his card in Luke's hand. “Marv Noblitz. I work for WWT.”

“Who?” No clue what that is.

Luke studies the card. “World Wrestling Television.”

Thought it's a vague fog swirling in my mind, I feel trouble beginning to take shape. “I think you might be looking for my stepdad.” He's known as Captain Iron Jack on the amateur wrestling circuit. But I just call him Stepdaddy Spandex.

“We're looking for the entire family.”

A horror movie soundtrack begins to play at full volume in my head. The kind of tune that pounds out right before things get ugly and the fake blood spews. “Look, Mr. Noblitz, Jake's the wrestler. Whatever you're working on, I didn't sign up for it.”

“It's a reality show–Pile Driver of Dreams.” He chuckles. “And you didn't have to sign up–your stepdad did that for you.”

“Huh?” My brain tingles with dread.

“Get ready, kid.” He pulls out a cigar and sticks it in his mouth. “Hope you're prepared to live your life in front of millions, because we're going to follow you and your family for months. You'll barely take a tinkle that we won't be there with a camera.”

I stand there mute. Frozen.

Luke pats me on the back, his face grim. “Looks like Hollywood's knocking on your door.”

I sigh and close my eyes. “Yeah. Well somebody needs to tell Hollywood Bella Kirkwood is not at home.”

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The End…for now! This book can be preordered  (it's never too early to shop for Christmas! Okay, yeah. Yeah it is.) or you can wait until early November when it arrives in stores.

Have a great week, guys! Fall is here!
JEN

This week, the
Christian Fiction Blog Alliance
is introducing
Intervention
Zondervan (September 22, 2009)
by
Terri Blackstock

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Terri Blackstock’s books have sold six million copies worldwide. Her suspense novels often debut at number one on the Christian fiction best-seller lists, and True Light, published last year, was number one of all Christian books—fiction and non-fiction. Blackstock has had twenty-five years of success as a novelist.

In 1994 Blackstock was writing for publishers such as HarperCollins, Harlequin and Silhouette, when a spiritual awakening drew her into the Christian market. Since that time, she’s written over thirty Christian titles, in addition to the thirty-two she had in the secular market. Her most recent books are the four in her acclaimed Restoration Series, which includes Last Light, Night Light, True Light and Dawn’s Light. She is also known for her popular Newpointe 911 and Cape Refuge Series.

In addition to her suspense novels, she has written a number of novels in the women’s fiction genre, including Covenant Child, which was chosen as one of the first Women of Faith novels, and her Seasons Series written with Beverly LaHaye, wife of Tim LaHaye.

Blackstock has won the Retailer’s Choice Award and has appeared on national television programs such as The 700 Club, Home Life, and At Home Live with Chuck and Jenny. She has been a guest on numerous radio programs across the country and the subject of countless articles. The story of her personal journey appears in books such as Touched By the Savior by Mike Yorkey, True Stories of Answered Prayer by Mike Nappa, Faces of Faith by John Hanna, and I Saw Him In Your Eyes by Ace Collins.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Barbara Covington has one more chance to save her daughter from a devastating addiction, by staging an intervention. But when eighteen-year-old Emily disappears on the way to drug treatment—and her interventionist is found dead at the airport—Barbara enters her darkest nightmare of all.

Barbara and her son set out to find Emily before Detective Kent Harlan arrests her for a crime he is sure she committed. Fearing for Emily’s life, Barbara maintains her daughter’s innocence. But does she really know her anymore? Meanwhile, Kent has questions of his own. His gut tells him that this is a case of an addict killing for drugs, but as he gets to know Barbara, he begins to hope he’s wrong about Emily.

The panic level rises as the mysteries intensify: Did Emily’s obsession with drugs lead her to commit murder—or is she another victim of a cold-blooded killer?

If you would like to read the first chapter of Intervention, go HERE

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