We're excited to bring you a fun little guest post from author Sybil Bartel today! She's the author of No Apologies (that sexy guitar/naked guy cover up there ^^^). Everyone loves hearing from authors, so let's dig on in, yeah!
Hard-edged rocker Graham Allen has it all. He's flush with cash from playing bass in a band by night and restoring classic cars by day. And there are plenty of women willing to share his bed for a night, complication-free. Perfect, because if there's anything he learned from his past, it was to never get attached—to anything. So when bartender Carly Sullivan flashes her innocent smile, Graham isn't prepared for what happens next.
Never fall in love
Two rules, that's all Graham has—never apologize and never fall in love. He knows Carly is everything he should avoid. Cheerful and sweet, she has "relationship" written all over her. But Graham can't stay away from her probing questions and concerned blue eyes.
When Graham discovers Carly is hiding a crushing secret, he's prepared to risk it all. Until in one single moment, everything changes and Graham's past threatens to collide with his future. His life is crumbling down around him, and soon no apology in the world can save him.
He should've known to walk away.
Guest Post: My Favorite Part of Writing New Adult
(not mine. Sybil's. you silly kids!)
My Favorite Part About Writing New Adult by Sybil Bartel
My favorite part? Is this a trick question? Oh my God, I love it all! Well, okay…maybe not all. There’s that whole poor decision making process all these characters are so fond of, or the relationship struggles they flounder through, or the moments you want to cringe from the asinine things they say. Can I say asinine in a blog post? Crap. Well, I just did. But back to the favorite part. Hmm…
Faaav-vooor-ite-paaart. Okay. Can I just say all? Like as an inclusion? All parts equal the total sum? …No? Shoot. Then I choose this: The Desperate Parts. Oooooh the desperate parts. I’m all warm and fuzzy now. You know that feeling when you want something so bad, you’re desperate for it? And not just desperate, but really desperate? Yeah, that. It’s the part that makes you do crazy. It’s the part that makes you see red. It’s the part that makes you more determined than you’ve ever been. And it all happens because you want something. You want someone.
For Graham, that someone is Carly. He wants what he knows he can never have. He wants it so bad he can’t see straight. And it’s his recipe for disaster, spectacular, epic, disaster. His self destruction in his drive to erase his one blinding want was so, so painful to write—I couldn’t have loved it more. Wait. That came out sounding a little bit twisted. You’re totally reading into that statement right now, aren’t you? Just wait, I mean keep reading, I can explain. Really!
There is a simplistic beauty to the New Adult genre that settles around me like a warm security blanket. My security is knowing that these characters will not complete the circle. Oh, you’ll want them to and it may seem like the last lines of all your favorite New Adult books give you closure but really they don’t. If you read between the lines, you’ll realize that these characters are just beginning. They will live on, in our hearts and in our minds, because they are not finished. They aren’t done living their life. Their full circle won’t happen between the pages because it can’t. And I love that.
I love writing the raw, gritty, desperate scenes. They’re full of the character’s mistakes and shortcomings. And I love how these characters struggle through, looking for their Happily-For-Nows. Because HFNs? That’s what the New Adult genre is for me—the beauty of a desperate, flawed character whose story doesn’t end on the last page.
About Sybil Bartel:
I grew up in Northern California with my head in a book and my feet in the sand. I dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew me into the world of storytelling. I love the New Adult genre, but really, any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes me swoon.
I now live in Southern Florida and while I don’t get to read as much as I like, I still bury my toes in the sand. If I’m not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in my backyard, you can find me spending time with my handsomely tattooed husband, my brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
Here are ten things you really want to know about me:
I grew up a faculty brat. I can swear like a sailor. I love men in uniform. I hate being told what to do. I can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks me out. My favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—I can’t decide. I have a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on me for driving directions, ever. And I have a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell my husband