Welcome to the blog tour for TRIPLICITY, a stand-alone young contemporary romantic thriller, by J. Mercer. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
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Author: J. Mercer
Publisher: Bare Ink
Release Date: January 6, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Romantic Thriller
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU
One week on an Alaskan cruise, three teens, and an endless trail of lies.
Enter a series of thefts on board and they all fall under scrutiny. Though Navy acts a proper preacher’s daughter, she did end up with someone else’s purse in her hands, and Jesse knows way more than he should about what’s gone missing. Isaiah, however, is the one with motive—enough money and he could get back to his ranch. Each holds a piece of the truth, but exposing the thief could damn them all. They must navigate through the lies they’ve told, choose between standing together or saving themselves, and decide if innocence is worth facing their ugliest secrets.
The ship was so big. As big as a mountain. But I was used to twenty people on a mountain, not a million people inside one.
I craned my neck to get a better look at the girl ten or so people ahead of us. Of course, Gram thought I was watching the pretty boy with the sparkling teeth and preppy outfit.
“Keep your eyes in your head, Zay,” she muttered.
It didn’t matter how many times I told her I liked girls. She couldn’t imagine why else I’d want to work with an all-male ranch staff in the middle of nowhere, Montana.
The girl’s blonde hair was a shiny mane, and her outfit—dark skinny jeans, a white tee, and huge turquoise earrings—was perfect: no frills, no bullshit.
Gram swatted me with her purse. I glared at her.
“Nice to have a week off, Zay?” My great-aunt Ethel asked.
We were here on her dime, bought company for an old woman, so I muttered out a response and went back to the hair. My fingers twitched to feel it. Not in a creepy way, but brushing out horses was the most relaxing part of my day.
“He’s got more ‘an a week,” Gram said. “I’m not sendin’ him back.”
My throat dried up. She couldn’t be serious.
“I mean it too.” Nodding, she grabbed her suitcase. Marched forward a few paces.
I hurried after her. “I can’t quit in the middle of a summer with no notice. Ike needs me.”
“I gave Ike your notice the day you left. He knows.”
“Why would you do that?”
Hands on her hips. “You had a girlfriend yet?”
“Yeah, right. I know how many of them’re up at that ranch.”
“Gram, I’m watching that blonde girl, okay?” I pointed over her head. The boy who was way too preppy for me turned. He put up a few fingers and waved.
“That prissy one with the frown?” Ethel asked. “She looks mean.”
“Oh, he’s just tellin’ me what he knows I wanna hear. Tellin’ time’s over, Zay. You need to get your life together.”
“What’s wrong with my life?” What I had was what I wanted. All I’d ever want. My fist clenched. I couldn’t lose the ranch, not after I’d lost everything else.
“Them boys aren’t gonna make you a family, and that ranch ain’t gonna make you a future.” She shuffled her feet forward.
I pulled my cowboy hat down. The blonde was slipping inside the ship anyway. “They are my family, and if being a grunt ranch hand is my future, I’m happy with that.”
“I’m your family,” she snapped. “And you’re happy with it because you’re seventeen and you don’t know no better.”
“Gram, please?” It was a desperate whisper.
“It’s all the poor boy has left,” Aunt Ethel pointed out, not looking at me. Not even for a second. As if I might miss that I was the poor boy she was talking about.
Gram crossed her arms. “Building his future is more important than what he does or does not have left.”
“Other people we know have been gay,” Aunt Ethel said. “Jeannie from the corner, for example, and you never worried about her future.”
Gram glared at her. “Jeannie wasn’t my grandson.”
“Then make me a deal,” I said, because this was something we did.
“Yes.” Aunt Ethel smiled before turning back to Gram. “He gets a girlfriend, you let him go back.”
Gram looked like she was face-to-face with a skunk. “What’s a girlfriend gonna prove?”
“For one, it’ll prove he likes girls.”
“He can right fake that. Anyway, there’s more ‘an one reason I don’t want him at that ranch.”
“Give the boy some hope, Liza. He’s only seventeen. He’s still got time to work his life out.”
Gram eyed me for a full two minutes. I counted the ticks in my head while studying the wooden decking, how it barely moved beneath my feet. Hope was suddenly the color of that girl’s hair, and I talked myself into wanting the rest of her too, no matter what she ended up being. Because now, with Gram’s curt nod, it seemed she was the only way I’d get back home.
About The Author
J Mercer grew up in Wisconsin where she walked home from school with her head in a book, filled notebooks with stories in junior high, then went to UW Madison for accounting and psychology only to open a dog daycare. She wishes she were an expert linguist, is pretty much a professional with regards to competitive dance hair (bunhawk, anyone?), and enjoys exploring with her husband—though as much as she loves to travel, she’s also an accomplished hermit. Perfect days include cancelled plans, rain, and endless hours to do with what she pleases.
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