Book & Author Details:
Ruined by Marian Cheatham
Publication date: Summer 2014
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Synopsis:
When your life has been ruined by lies, do you seek justice … or revenge?
Blythe Messina spends her senior year focused on her studies and college, and not on her ex, Stratford High’s lacrosse star, DB Whitmore. At least, that’s what Blythe keeps telling herself. But her younger cousin, Bonni, knows otherwise. Same goes for DB, who professes to be over Blythe and their breakup, but his teammates aren’t fooled.
When scandalous photos of Bonni and the lacrosse captain are texted around Stratford, Bonni’s virtuous reputation is ruined. She pleads innocence, but no one believes her. No one, except Blythe and DB, who come together to uncover the truth. But, will they stay together?
Ruined is a modern twist on a classic Shakespearean romance.
“Deceit, loyalty, honor, and romance–Ruined has it all! A teen version of Much Ado About Nothing that Shakespeare aficionados are sure to savor!”
Kym Brunner, Author of Wanted: Dead or in Love & One Smart Cookie
Excerpt
BLYTHE
MESSINA
6
I’d been bitchy and on edge
ever since that blasted luau last Saturday. Seeing DB, talking to him, being
near him again, had taken my life off course. For days now, I’d been ordering
my brain to
STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. We
were ancient history, two people doomed from the start, like Antony and
Cleopatra or Marie Antoinette and King Louis. So why couldn’t I regain control
of my world? I snatched up
my backpack and my Coach crossbody bag, and did a quick once-over in my bedroom
mirror. The hair was tied back in a no-fuss ponytail. The jeans were clean,
well, relatively. This faded
ASPCA tee was past its expiration date, but good enough for school. I turned
off my bedroom light and went in search of Bonni.
She
wasn’t in her room or downstairs in the kitchen. So I grabbed a frosted Pop-Up
and headed into the garage, where I was blinded by piercing sunlight. Someone
had left the outer door open, and my new hybrid was nowhere to be found. I
shaded my eyes and peered outside.
Halfway
down our long driveway, I spied Bonni and Uncle Leo with their backs to me,
their heads together under the opened hood of my car. They were talking, but in
this quiet
morning air, their voices
carried. Even from this distance, I could hear fragments of their conversation.
And if I heard them, so could our neighbors. I was hurrying toward the hybrid,
anxious to warn my cousin
and uncle to keep it down, when I heard something that stopped me in
mid-stride.
“…
believe what Cory told me … DB and Blythe …”
Had
Bonni just mentioned DB and me in the same sentence?
I
ducked behind the six-foot-tall hedges lining the drive.
“What
else did Cory say?” Uncle Leo asked.
“According
to DB, he and Blythe had a decent conversation at our party.”
“Decent?
That doesn’t sound too promising.”
“Oh
no, Daddy. It is promising.”
I
needed to hear more. And better. I parted the branches and leaned out.
“Seems
DB wants to try and work things out. Maybe get back together.”
“A
reconciliation? That would be wonderful!”
I
fell back on my butt, releasing the branches, but not before some prickly stems
slashed across my left cheek. I screeched in pain, my hand flying to cover my
big mouth.
“What
was that?” Bonni asked.
Oh,
hell. She’d heard.
I
peeked through the hedge. Bonni’s head had popped up and she was glancing
around the front yard. She laughed—at what I didn’t know—and then bent back
under the hood. I sighed in relief until I remembered that DB wanted to work
things out.
An
image flashed through my mind. DB at the party, an awe-struck look on his face.
He’d said I’d looked hot in leather. Had I started something with that new
skirt?
No!
Lust didn’t equal love.
“According
to Cory,” Bonni was saying. I sat up. “Blythe has to make the next move.”
Move?
What move? I didn’t have any moves. I didn’t want any moves. I wanted my life
back to normal. I wanted to forget I’d ever known someone named DB Whitmore.
But
still, us, back together? If DB was willing …
We
were over! End of story. I took some tissue from my crossbody and wiped the
bloody scratches on my cheek. I stuffed the soiled tissues into my pocket,
dusted off my jeans, and stepped onto the driveway.
“What’s
up with you guys this morning?” I tried sounding like my same old self, not
like someone who had overheard something weird and unnerving. “What’re you
doing with my hybrid?”
“Daddy’s
showing me the environmentally friendly engine—Hey! What happened to your
face?”
My
hand shot to my cheek. “It’s nothing. I-I …”
“Don’t
tell me you cut yourself shaving this morning.” Uncle Leo looked at Bonni, and
they both buckled in half, laughing.
“Cut
it out you two. Let’s get going, Bon.” She hopped into the passenger seat,
still giggling.
Uncle
Leo tossed me the keys. “Carpe diem, girls.”
“I’ll
seize the day.” And shake it until it makes sense. I got behind the wheel. The
hybrid cleared the driveway, and we hit the street. “So, Bon, you and Cory
getting serious?”
“Totally.”
She pressed back and put her pink Keds up on the dashboard.
“I
guess I have to get used to having him around?”
“You’d
better.”
“So
you guys are close? Then you probably share secrets with each other?”
She
stared at me. “What kind of secrets?”
“Oh,
I don’t know. Maybe some juicy gossip?”
“Since
when are you interested in gossip?”
“Just
making conversation.” The light at the corner turned from yellow to red,
catching me off-guard. I slammed on the brakes.
“Take
it easy!” Bonni dropped her feet and grabbed the dashboard. “You trying to kill
us?” We were a good ten feet into the intersection. I checked behind me, saw it
was clear, and
backed up. She released her
grip. “What’s your problem today, cuz?” She turned and looked out her window.
And smiled.
“What’s
so funny?” The light changed. I stepped on the gas, but with a bit more caution
this time.
“You.
And the way you drive.”
“Sorry,
I’m a bit out of sorts this morning.”
“Why?
Looks like a perfectly beautiful day to me.” Bonni flipped down the sun visor.
“That’s
because you’re in love.”
“Like
you should be.”
I
turned the hybrid into Stratford’s parking lot and got caught up in the
slow-moving line to find a prime spot. Students were so lazy. They couldn’t
park at the rear of the lot and walk. No, they had to play chicken with one
another to see who could park nearest the door.
“Listen,
Bon. I don’t have a love life because I don’t want one. I need to focus on
graduation and college. Not guys.”
“Suit
yourself. But you don’t know what you’re missing.”
AUTHOR BIO
Marian Cheatham was born in Chicago, Illinois. A graduate of Northern Illinois University, Marian taught special education in Cicero, Illinois for several years before becoming a full-time writer.
Currently, I'm writing a new young adult novel series, Stratford High; contemporary retellings of Shakespeare's plays set in the fictional high school. Ruined, book one in the series, due out spring 2014, is inspired by Much Ado About Nothing. Book two, due out fall 2014, is based on The Merchant of Venice. Book three is due out winter 2015.
On my Facebook author page, wwww.facebook.com/
I live in a suburb of Chicago with my family and our menagerie of pets.
Currently, I'm writing a new young adult novel series, Stratford High; contemporary retellings of Shakespeare's plays set in the fictional high school. Ruined, book one in the series, due out spring 2014, is inspired by Much Ado About Nothing. Book two, due out fall 2014, is based on The Merchant of Venice. Book three is due out winter 2015.
On my Facebook author page, wwww.facebook.com/
I live in a suburb of Chicago with my family and our menagerie of pets.
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