GUESTLIST by Jay Fingers

My debut novel GUESTLIST is coming out on March 27th. But then again, you already knew this.

I know you’re excited and can’t wait to read it. Hell, I’m excited for you. Though I’ve already given you a small peek into the world inhabited by Juliet, Swann, Ava, Sharane, Mare, and Napoleon Fey, I know that you’re hankerin’ for more. Okay, here’s what I’ll do.

Every Tuesday and Thursday—starting beginning today, right now—I will post a small segment of my novel GUESTLIST. You know, just to give you a small taste of what’s happening.

Tuesdays will feature character quotes and/or novel excerpts, while Thursdays you’ll get to read some thoughts from Juliet, the novel’s main character. Quotes will continue until Thursday, March 22.

Savvy?

Alright, I know you’re looking forward to today’s excerpt, so feel free to check it out below.

“Hi there,” he said.

Perhaps she didn’t hear or notice him—not only was the music loud but the crowd was chanting along with Beejus’s “iParty”—but the goddess did not acknowledge Swann at all.

She continued typing away on her phone.

Swann leaned over, and said little louder, “Hi there.”

Again, no reply.

The music was indeed booming, and the crowd indeed raucous, but it wasn’t all that goddamn loud. Swann had certainly raised his voice enough for this woman to hear him. She was blatantly ignoring him. It kind of pissed him off.

“Damn, for someone to be so beautiful,” he said, “you sure are fucking rude.”

Her fingers stopped moving and she cut her eyes at him.

“Oh shit, a response!” Swann covered his mouth in mock joy.

“Do you think you’re being charming?” she asked him.

“I don’t know about that,” Swann said. “But I do know I’m being funny.”

“Really? How is that?” she asked. “I’m not laughing.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m cracking myself up.”

The goddess turned to face Swann and, having read about this type of behavior in several magazine articles on body language, he took this as a sign she was interested. She was about to say something, but Swann deftly cut her off. “Stop being such an ice queen,” he said. “You know you want to tell me your name.”

She smirked at him. “Ava.”

“Ava what?”

She regarded him. Maybe she was trying to determine how safe he was. “Ava Rice.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Swann then stood up off the bar, turning toward her. “It’s nice to meet you, Ava Rice. I’m Marcel Swann. Most people just call me by my last name, though.”

“With a name like Marcel, I’d insist upon it, too,” she said.

Swann laughed. “I guess it’s your turn to be funny.”

“I don’t know about that,” Ava said. “But I do know I’m being mean.”

Good shit, right? It’s okay, you can tell me. It’s nothing I don’t already hear on a daily basis. Ha!

As always, your feedback is welcome and very much appreciated. And remember, GUESTLIST releases March 27!

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