Release Date: 05/01/14
Summary from Goodreads:
Trapped in a dark cult, sixteen-year-old Naomi Aren has lived a quiet, albeit unhappy, life nestled deep in the hills of the Ozarks. With uncut hair, denim skirts, and only roses for friends, Naomi seldom questions why her life is different from other kids at school. Until the day her abusive father, who is also the cult’s leader, announces her wedding. Naomi must marry Dwayne Yerdin, a bully who reeks of sweat and manure and is the only one person who scares her worse than her father.
Then she meets Kai, the mysterious boy who brings her exotic new roses and stolen midnight kisses. Kisses that bring her a supernatural strength she never knew she had. As the big day approaches, Naomi unearths more secrets of about her father’s cult. She learns she has power of her own and while Kai may have awakened that power, Naomi must find a way to use it to escape Dwayne and her father—without destroying herself.
Trapped in a dark cult, sixteen-year-old Naomi Aren has lived a quiet, albeit unhappy, life nestled deep in the hills of the Ozarks. With uncut hair, denim skirts, and only roses for friends, Naomi seldom questions why her life is different from other kids at school. Until the day her abusive father, who is also the cult’s leader, announces her wedding. Naomi must marry Dwayne Yerdin, a bully who reeks of sweat and manure and is the only one person who scares her worse than her father.
Then she meets Kai, the mysterious boy who brings her exotic new roses and stolen midnight kisses. Kisses that bring her a supernatural strength she never knew she had. As the big day approaches, Naomi unearths more secrets of about her father’s cult. She learns she has power of her own and while Kai may have awakened that power, Naomi must find a way to use it to escape Dwayne and her father—without destroying herself.
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Post:
Thank
you for having me on your blog today. I’m thrilled to be able to
talk about Kissed. This journey has been so amazing. Today I want to
talk about something that readers have told me they’ve really
enjoyed about the book. The roses.
I
consider myself a lifelong learner. I love learning new things. And I
love books that teach me about new things or places. One of the first
things I often do when I finish a book is Google the setting, a hobby
a character had or something else interesting I found in the book. My
favorite books are ones that not only captured me up in the story but
one that taught me something I never knew before. For example, in
North of Beautiful by Justina Chen her main character loves maps and
learns how to geocache. I’d never heard of the concept before that
book. Now, it’s a hobby that I enjoy.
I
wanted to capture that spirit in Kissed. My main character, Naomi, is
obsessed with roses. From a young age she learned how to garden with
her grandmother and by the time we meet her at sixteen, she has a
greenhouse filled with exotic rose blends and a garden out back.
I
start every chapter with something she knows about roses or how she
applies those roses to her life. Here’s the one from chapter four.
Seven
roses contain the name of the day of rest. My favorite is Sunday
Lemonade. Its pale pink blooms give off a scent of lazy summer nights
visiting with friends. Just the opposite of the many Sabbaths I spend
with my father. His Sundays smell like famine and pestilence.
Many
readers have asked how I know so much about roses. The truth is, I
didn’t know much until I started writing Kissed. I’d always loved
roses. My grandpa grew them and I loved watching him trim them when I
was a child. He always picked a few roses for me and cut off all the
thorns. But I’d never grown my own before.
When
I knew Naomi needed this, I checked out every book on roses my small
community library contained. (Five books, in case you were
wondering). I began reading everything I could online. I found out
there are literally thousands of different roses. It was so fun
finding roses to fit each situation. But I needed more than that.
I
drove out to my local Lowes and picked out a few plants. I only chose
ones that smelled good and would bloom all season. A lot of rose
bushes will only bloom once a year and while Naomi was content with
that, I wasn’t.
I’ve
always had a black thumb. I killed everything I grew. Everything I
read said that roses were hard to grow. To my surprise, not only did
they live, but they flourished. I loved those roses. Honestly, I
think that was the key. We’ve moved since then, but for a couple of
years I had gorgeous smelly roses. Not only that, I was able to
really get a feel for the roses and add an authenticity that research
alone doesn’t give you.
If
you are interested in trying to grow your own roses, I would
recommend Oklahoma, Tiffany, or Granada roses. They seem to do well
in most climates and have dreamy smells. Also, Miracle Grow Roses
does wonders.
I
hope you will enjoy Kissed. You can buy it on Amazon. Until the of
the week it’s only 99 cents.
Excerpt:
Most
roses run the color wheel from yellow to red. Occasionally a white
one pops up. Some of my favorite roses are flowers that have an
unusual color. Like purple. The American Rose Society doesn’t even
consider purple to be a rose color. They call it mauve. But purple
roses do exist. And the most beautiful purple rose is the Vol de
Nuit, or the Night Flight.
Andrea
didn’t hang out long. She didn’t even come inside the house. When
her car disappeared down the road, I fought back tears. I was as good
as dead. At least to the outside world.
I
followed Mr. Yerdin inside, tugging my suitcase behind me. The stench
reached me before I crossed the threshold. A mixture of rotting
garbage and feces. I gagged but moved inside anyway.
Boxes
piled upon boxes filled the main room. A path through them was
visible, but the floor was covered with papers and food. A cockroach
scurried across my toe.
“Your
room is this way. Don’t knock anything over with your suitcase.”
I squeezed down the path, careful not to touch the towers on either
side of me. The hallway contained no boxes, but the floor was still
not visible. In places, I literally had to climb over trash bags
filled with who knows what.
He
opened the door to a small room. “We cleared the bed off for you.
It will only be for tonight. Tomorrow you’ll be married so you’ll
share a room with Dwayne.”
“Will
that be after we go to Fayetteville?”
He
snorted. “Honey, you’ve seen the last of those social workers. In
fact the only people you’ll see from now on are Dwayne and me. He
won’t be home until late. His buddies took him out for a bachelor
party. If he comes to you though, don’t upset him, he’s a mean
drunk and I don’t want that pretty face ruined for the wedding.”
I
nodded and waited for him to leave. Then I shoved the door closed and
sat on the bed. No way would I stay here. I crawled across the bed to
the wide window. I tried to open it. It budged only a little bit.
Silently, I pulled up on it. Eventually, it slid open with a loud
screech. I froze, but no one came to check on me. In the dark it
would be much easier to escape. If Dwayne wasn’t to come home until
late, I figured I had four or five hours after it turned dark to make
my break. I wanted to wait until Mr. Yerdin went to bed.
I
checked out my suitcase. It would only hinder me. I’d have to run
with nothing. The only things in my suitcase were clothes. I’d do
with what I had. If only my parents had allowed me to wear pants. All
of my clothes were impractical for running. They would not be missed.
If
my mind served me right, I could take Oak Valley down to Martinville
where I could find the Wal-Mart and a bus stop. With any luck I’d
be on my way to Vegas by midday.
Darkness
fell, but Mr. Yerdin still tromped around the house. I watched under
my door for the lights to go out. Just as I decided that perhaps I’d
better make a run for it anyway before Dwayne got home, all the
lights in the house went out.
I
shimmied out the window and landed hard on the ground, jarring my
teeth and nearly twisting my ankle. The moonless night made it hard
to see anything. I started for the road, figuring that would be the
safest route. Before I walked more than a few feet, a car roared down
the driveway, its headlights lighting the whole yard. I froze.
Dwayne
tumbled out of the passenger door, howling. Then he saw me.
“Naomi,
you waited outside for me like a good little bitch.” He lurched
toward me.
He
grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close to him. The alcohol
had improved his breath. His buddies hooted from the car then spun in
a tight circle and disappeared down the driveway. Dwayne swayed next
to me and leaned heavily on my shoulder.
“Come
on,” he slurred. “Let’s go have a honeymoon.”
“We
won’t be married until tomorrow.”
“Techni--”
He paused, appearing to think. “Technimal....”
I
took advantage of his lapse in thought and moved away from him. He
stumbled and fell over, landing hard on his butt. “Come here,” he
commanded.
I
stayed where I was and then edged further away. Hopefully from his
position he wouldn’t be able to tell. He propped himself up on all
fours and made it back to his feet. He took a winding path toward me
and grabbed me by the arm. The flies buzzed in my ears again and I
felt like I needed to vomit.
His
nostrils flared, his face contorting with anger. My arm began to
ache. His eyes closed and he shook his head. After a moment he fell
over, unconscious. Without thinking I ran. Down the driveway and out
onto the dirt road. Onto the main road I continued to run, for once
grateful for the ugly tennis shoes.
Once
I hit the highway I had to slow down. I didn’t feel comfortable
running on the pavement. It felt too exposed so I kept to the ditch
and made slow progress. Every once in a while a car would come
through and I would duck to avoid friendly strangers. Eventually, the
road leveled out where there was no shelter. On either side of the
road hay fields stretched on for miles. My feet ached, but I kept
moving.
A
slow moving car came up behind me. It stopped, illuminating me with
its lights. I didn’t hesitate, I ran.
“Naomi,
wait,” a voice called. It wasn’t Dwayne or Mr. Yerdin, but I
wasn’t waiting around to see who it was. There was no place to
hide. Freshly mowed, the fields left no protection. Sharp stalks of
hay scratched at my legs. I ran, even though I knew I probably
wouldn’t be able to outrun the stranger.
It
didn’t take long before footsteps overcame me. Strong arms wrapped
around me and pinned my arms to my side. I thrashed, trying to get
away. “Naomi, stop.” My nose twitched. A familiar smell, like
clove. He spun me around. “Look at me.”
I
looked.
And
then kissed Kai full on the lips.
About the Author:
Kimberly Loth can’t decide where
she wants to settle down. She’s lived in Michigan, Illinois, Missouri, Utah,
California, Oregon, and South Carolina. She finally decided to make the leap
and leave the U.S. behind for a few years. Currently, she lives in Cairo, Egypt
with her husband and two kids.
She is a high school math teacher by day (please don’t hold that against her)
and YA author by night. She loves romantic movies, chocolate, roses, and crazy
adventures. Kissed is her first novel.
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