Sunday, July 20, 2014

Cover Reveal and #Giveaway The Red Sheet by @MiaKerick

The Red Sheet by Mia Kerick


One October morning, high school junior Bryan Dennison wakes up a different person—helpful, generous, and chivalrous—a person whose new admirable qualities he doesn’t recognize. Stranger still is the urge to tie a red sheet around his neck like a cape.
Bryan soon realizes this compulsion to wear a red cape is accompanied by more unusual behavior. He can’t hold back from retrieving kittens from tall trees, helping little old ladies cross busy streets, and defending innocence anywhere he finds it.

Shockingly, at school, he realizes he used to be a bully. He’s attracted to the former victim of his bullying, Scott Beckett, though he has no memory of Scott from before “the change.” Where he’d been lazy in academics, overly aggressive in sports, and socially insecure, he’s a new person. And although he can recall behaving egotistically, he cannot remember his motivations.

Everyone, from his mother to his teachers to his “superjock” former pals, is shocked by his dramatic transformation. However, Scott Beckett is not impressed by Bryan’s newfound virtue. And convincing Scott he’s genuinely changed and improved, hopefully gaining Scott’s trust and maybe even his love, becomes Bryan’s obsession.


“I REALLY like what you did with the dream topic, Scott. It was very creative.” We had just completed an in-class free-writing assignment about the last dream we could remember having.
My partner dished out a serving of his usual venom. “Save it for someone who cares.”
Ignoring his extreme negative attitude toward me was getting easier and easier each day. “I mean, your description of the beach, well, I felt like I was right there with you in your dream.”
“I’m so glad you weren’t.”
“Did you read my dream paper?”
“I had to, didn’t I?”
“What did you think?”
Scott turned my paper over, and he scrawled the word BULLSHIT in red pen right across the back side of the sheet. And that, apparently, was the only edit he was going to make.
Succinct, concise, to the point. No word-mincing going on around here. And I appreciate directness.
“So you aren’t convinced?”
“Not by the part where you said that all you remember of the blond-haired boy is what you dream about him.” The very same blond-haired boy I had just written so truthfully about sent me a skeptical glare. “Like, you really expect me to buy that?”
“It’s true. I was having that dream when my mother came in my room to wake me up this morning. She told me I was sleep-talking—like a cowboy.”
He stared at me, speechless, which I probably should’ve considered a positive thing.
“Don’t you remember how much fun we had doing the Western skit?”
“That’s not the part I don’t buy.”
“I’m so sorry about the football game thing.”
“Uh-huh. Right.”
“I have an awesome idea—there’s a game on Saturday night—we could go together.”
“Sure, we can go together when… when pigs fly. How does that work for you?”
Ignoring the venom he’d just spewed, I continued, “I thought that I’d borrow my mom’s car, and I’d pick you up at around three, and we could grab a bite to eat, maybe barbeque over at the strip mall, and then head over to the field.”
“In your dreams, Dennison. Hey, maybe you’ll dream about the football game tonight and when your mother comes in tomorrow morning you’ll be sleep-cheerleading! Go Cardinals! Rah! Rah! Rah!”
“Okay, everybody, discussion time is over. Please pass your papers forward—I’m very excited to read about your dreams and to check out what your partners found interesting enough to comment on.” I collected his paper and handed it, together with mine, to the girl in front of me. Meanwhile, Scott chewed on his bottom lip, looking a bit concerned, probably because the edit he had given me consisted of only one hastily scribbled word. And that one word was a word we weren’t even supposed to use at school.
“So what do you say about me and you going to the game, Scott?”
And for the first time since the change had happened, his expression softened. He leaned in toward me, and said softly, “I can’t go, Bryan. I can’t ever go anywhere with you.”
I spoke quietly back to him. “But I said I was sorry—for everything.”
“You keep saying that you can’t remember our friendship, and that all you know of our relationship is from what you dream. Oh, and that you can’t remember what you and your friends did to me that night. But Bryan, maybe you can’t remember, but I just can’t forget—not any of it—because it hurts way too fucking much.”
“I… I just can’t…. I can’t….” I had no idea what I was trying to say.
“What you just can’t do is tell me the truth. You just can’t look me in the eyes, admit to remembering it all, and say you acted like a complete dickhead.”
Miss Libby’s voice sliced through Scott’s accusation. “Class is dismissed. Don’t forget to pick up tonight’s journal topic from off the desk by the door.”
I followed him with my eyes as he got up, grabbed his backpack, and headed toward the door. And although his words had stung, I couldn’t help but feel like we’d somehow taken a step forward. Yeah, Scott had rejected me. And no, he didn’t believe a word I said. But he had spoken to me for the first time in plain words.
In honest words.
As I passed by Miss Libby’s desk, she held up the paper on which I had written about my dream, and pointed to Scott’s nasty single-word edit.
“How are things, Bryan? Are you making any progress in the area you mentioned to me?”
“It’s very slow going, Miss Libby.” I stopped right in front of her desk. “But I’m not gonna give up.”

And that’s when she smiled at me in the way I’d recently started yearning for—like she knew I was putting forth my very best in this effort to make amends. And I really was.

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About the Author:

Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five non-pedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

My themes I always write about:

Sweetness. Unconventional love, tortured/damaged heroes - only love can save them.

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