Title: The Other Fish in the Sea
Author:
Jenn Cooksey
Release Date: Spring
2013
Blurb:
Camie and Tristan are back and so
are their friends! Dive deeper into the lives of the GYP gang with The Other
Fish in the Sea, the second installment in the Grab Your Pole Series by Jenn
Cooksey.
Due to language and some adult
content, this book may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16.
Title: Shark Bait
Author:
Jenn Cooksey
Released: 6/15/2012
Blurb:
Previously homeschooled Camie
Ramsey is being shoved into the shark-infested waters of public high school,
where even helium filled, penguin bespeckled arm floaties likely won’t help
keep her inexperienced, fifteen-year old head above water in that rip current
of hormones and emotions.
Camie’s worldly wisdom might be
severely lacking (i.e., the closest she’s come to being kissed was sitting too
close to the TV whilst Jake Ryan leaned in to give Samantha that fateful 16th
birthday kiss), but she does understand her only hope for survival is if she’s
thrown some kind of “social” life preserver before she sinks like a freaking
rock. However, what will her fate be when she endeavors to flag down the only
lifeguard on duty, the enormously popular and ridiculously beautiful Tristan
Daniels? The most sought after and virtually most unattainable guy in school
who not only makes Camie’s heart flatline on a recurring basis, he’s also the
one guy who seemingly doesn’t know she exists.
Feeling like an inept piece of
chum that could ultimately be swallowed by Jaws, can Camie get Tristan to
rescue her from floundering in the treacherous deep, or is she destined to be
Shark Bait?
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Author's Note:
While the tales themselves are
fictional, some of the events and characters are very loosely based in reality
and on my experiences—but don’t worry, the names of the characters, most of
their unfortunate fashion sense and/or questionable taste in music has been
changed to protect the not-so innocent.
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Due to language and some adult
content, this book may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16.
Author Bio:
Jenn Cooksey is a Southern
California girl born and bred, and proudly boasts being a member of Grossmont
High School's alumni. She currently resides in the 7th Ring of Hell (aka;
Arizona) with her husband (whom she married on a dare while in Las Vegas),
their three daughters, and more pets than she has the patience to count. Aside
from her husband and one cat, everyone living under the Cooksey's roof is
female. She's sure her husband will be not only be awarded sainthood when he
kicks the bucket, but that Jesus will welcome him into heaven with a beer and a
congratulatory high-five. She also believes that Bacon should be capitalized.
Always.
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Excerpt Time:
“Come on dude, just talk Camie
into pitchin’ something you can knock outta the ball park, I’m sure you’ve done
it before…” the big-mouth-jerk-Brandon said. Seriously, I was all for giving
him a break for not having any tact, but now?
Yeah, not so much.
“Mm-mm. Can’t.” Totally can if he
really wanted to, so he should’ve said won’t.
“Why not?” Because he’s not an
asshole!
Tristan studied Brandon for quick
moment while he took a drink and then said, “Few reasons…one, I don’t get off
on coercing chicks, that’s fucked up. Two, my batting average makes her nervous
so she’s agreed to walk me instead of saying I hit a foul and me having to pick
up the bat again…and don’t get me wrong, I’m more than goddamned grateful for
getting that because I also made a fuckin’ error, so I’m just lucky to still be
in the goddamned game at all. And three, stealing is a contract violation, the
consequences of which would be that she’d trade me faster than you can say
Bob’s her uncle and I really like being on this team.”
Aww…that’s so sweet. Isn’t that
just so sweet? He deserves some leeway for that.
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