<— New release coming soooooon (August 31st), and it’s the last book in the wildly popular, older YA series (The Keatyn Chronicles) by Jillian Dodd. And guess what!? For today’s Book Bash Author Spotlight, she’s sent over an exclusive, never-before-seen excerpt for us! I know a ton of you here are hooked on this series and can’t get enough, and I could swear I hear some *squeeeing* as we speak.
Bailey: I read stalk me kiss me and date me in 4 days… and when I got my copy of love me it was done in 1 day…
Samantha: They are all fantastic. Jillian Dodd is brilliant and the books take twists and turns you dont expect.
Leslie: The Keatyn Chronicles are my favorite obsession. I can not do anything but analyze every single word that Jillian Dodd writes. Forget work, sleep, food, family…..it’s all about Keatyn and figuring out the mystery of who “the one” is amongst her many boys!!!!
Courtnee: This is a great series to break up some of the heavier reads, it was just what I needed. It totally surprised me! It’s technically YA but there is plenty of romance and humor and angst. LOVE IT! AND she has a website with all of these great boards for each book with the clothes, the settings, and the characters. It’s so much fun! You feel like you are part of it. If you’re worried that the series isn’t complete (like I was), she writes very quickly and you don’t have to wait more than a few months for the next book.
Lindsay: I don’t think I’ll ever be old to read teen angst! This series is seriously my guilty pleasure.
Levi: Do you know of any other book series that are as fun as this? Because I love how she jst gets on with all the guys and doesn’t put up with drama from the girls! Any books like this I want to know about! Thanks!
The following is an unedited and subject to change sneak peek for the upcoming, Get Me, the last book in The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17TH
I try to rid Aiden from my mind and focus on the task at hand.
Keeping Eastbrooke safe from Vincent.
I walk toward the room where Cooper and the dean have corralled the press.
As I get to the door, they both walk out.
Cooper says in rapid-fire fashion to the dean, “She lied because she’s being stalked. I’m her bodyguard. We can not let this get out on social media or Eastbrooke itself will be in danger.” Cooper points to some students on the dance floor who are on their phones.
The dean says, “I can handle the students. What I can’t control is the press.”
“I’ll handle them,” I say confidently.
The dean walks onto the stage and takes the microphone. “All right. Everyone listen up. Take out your phones. Excellent. Now I’d like you to delete any photos of you took of Keatyn. If any of you posted about her, Abby Johnston, Eastbrooke, or what just transpired, I’d like you to delete it immediately from any and all social networks. At Eastbrooke, we pride ourselves on our students’ security and privacy. Each and every one of you know security, excellence, leadership, and a sense community is what keeps Eastbrooke strong. As is always our policy, we will be monitoring all your social media to make sure you are showing yourself and our school in the best light. Anyone who publicly speaks of this will face detentions and possible expulsion. Do I make myself clear?”
Cooper says to me, “One down, one to go. You ready?”
“I need to make a quick phone call first. Could you find me some some paper?”
He grabs a decorative snowflake off the wall and says, “Will this work?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that will work.”
I quickly press Damian’s number.
“I heard what you did for Peyton,” he says immediately.
“Is she okay?”
“Because of you, yes. But she’s a wreck. I’m headed to the airport now.”
“I have a favor.”
“Anything. You know that.”
“I’m about to go talk to the local press. In order to get them to keep quiet about me being at Eastbrooke, I need to give them a bigger story.”
“Bait and switch. Hollywood does that all the time.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a bigger story to offer.”
“But I do. That’s why you called me.”
“I was thinking photos of Damian Moran’s date in New York with his new girlfriend might do the trick. We’d have to do a ton of stuff to her social media first.”
“We’ll get her a fan page then do a great date. Fancy dinner. Carriage ride through Central Park. Kisses. If that’s not enough, I’ll even throw in an interview.”
“I love you.” I sigh with relief then say quietly, “Aiden walked out when he heard the truth.”
“Well, part of the truth. I told them who I was, but then told them I lied about it because I wanted to prove I could act.”
“Why didn’t you tell them the truth?”
“Because there are people here who would probably call Vincent themselves if they knew. I have to protect my friends.”
“You should be protecting yourself.”
“That’s next on the list. Okay, I have to go.”
“Let’s meet tomorrow to discuss.”
“Thanks for always being my friend.”
“I love you. I’m pissed and scared that you outed yourself but at the same time I’m proud of what you did for Peyton. Seriously, Keats, you’ve changed. In a very good way.”
Cooper motions for me to follow him.
“Thanks, Damian. Bye.”
I follow Cooper into the room where the press has gathered. There are only three reporters and their camera men. All are young.
And, hopefully, hungry.
I was going to try to emulate my mother, but I think I’m going to have to be myself if they are going to believe me.
I smile, shake each one of their hands, and say, “Hi. I’m Keatyn.”
Once that’s done, I stand in front of them and say, “So, I have a huge favor to ask of you. I’d like for you to not report about what you just heard. To not tell anyone.”
“Are you kidding me?” the short blonde reporter says. “Abby Johnston is big news.”
“You’re right. She is. But I’m not her. I mean, what would you report exactly?”
“That you are at a boarding school using a different last name than hers.”
I nod, agreeing with her. “Well, the thing is, my mom and I have had different last names my whole life.”
“But you lied about it.”
“So what? I didn’t want people to judge me based on her. Not exactly a scandal. I doubt your editors would even print it.”
She looks defeated, but the other reporter says, “Why does it feel like there’s something you’re not telling us?”
I give them my slow smile, the one just like like my mom’s.