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?

Now, yesterday was my bad. I had the excerpt all ready to go, but the excitement of GUESTLIST’s first review, as well as life in general, caused me to forget about posting it. As the lovely Ms. Cavalier would say, “Womp womp.

Anyhoo, feel free to check out what was supposed to be yesterday’s blurb below.

Walking hand-in-hand with Napoleon and being introduced to so many important people, Juliet felt she was the center of attention. All eyes were on her. Everyone would want to know who she was, where she came from, and how she came to arrive in the company of their beloved Napoleon. She was thinking about this when they stopped at another table, occupied by four ladies. Sitting in a chair at the far end was a tiny Asian woman, even tinier than Mare. And on the banquette, on the other side of the table, were three black women.

Three impossibly tall, impossibly beautiful black women.

Including the bitch from the Flavor magazine party, who was eyeballing Juliet something nasty as she poured Pellegrino into a crystal goblet.

Juliet just smiled.

Napoleon touched Juliet’s arm, getting her attention. He walked her over to the Asian woman.

“This is Shelly Sing,” Napoleon said, and the two women shook hands. Napoleon explained that Shelly was a radio personality known as “Four Eleven,” a moniker that not only referenced her height (she stood, naturally, at 4’11”) but also an uncanny propensity for acquiring the latest entertainment industry gossip. “She’s got the 4-1-1,” Napoleon said, laughing. “She’s the Page Six of radio.”

“Nice to meetcha,” Shelly said.

“Nice meeting you, too,” said Juliet, noting the soupçon of freckles on Shelly’s face.
Moving over to the banquette, sitting across from Shelly was a light-skinned woman with an extremely toned physique. Napoleon introduced this woman as Keisha Luster. Looking up from her cell phone briefly, Keisha smiled at Juliet. “Hi, how are you?” she asked before returning to her text message.

Next to Keisha was Barbie Shinebright, a bubbly, chocolate-colored beauty with high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, and a wide, genuine smile that revealed deep dimples. Barbie set her blinged out cell phone on the table and tried to stand up to shake Juliet’s hand, but found it difficult to do so.

“Don’t worry about it,” Juliet said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you,” Barbie said.

“And you’ve already met Ava,” Napoleon said with a casual wave toward the last woman.

“No, actually,” Juliet said, “I haven’t.”

“Really?” Napoleon asked. His face registered surprise. “Well, Juliet, this is Ava Rice. Ava, Juliet.”

In all honesty, Juliet was quite impressed, and even a bit intimidated, by Ava. The woman was beautiful, there was no denying that, and she looked as if she stepped right out of a fashion spread: dress, BCBG; heels, Louboutin; jewelry, vintage. Still, Juliet was determined not to let this woman bully her. She refused to let this bitch smell any fear.

So, Juliet didn’t say a word. She planned to break Ava down with a vicious, icy stare, but the plan didn’t work. Ava was leveling her own Medusa’s glare, trying her damndest to turn Juliet to stone with nothing but her eyes. Finally, Juliet averted her gaze as Napoleon pulled out a chair for her at the table, directly across from Ava.

“Fifty-four eleven,” Ava said. The other girls giggled.

Juliet’s eyes flashed at Ava. “Excuse me?” she said.

“Ava,” Napoleon said, “be nice.” He scolded her with his eyes.

“I’ve never been nice my entire life.” She smiled at Juliet. “But I’ll try my best to be sweet.”

Juliet narrowed her eyes.

WOW! Looks like Juliet and Ava don’t care for one another—and that’s putting it mildly. Wonder how this is going to all work out? There’s only one way to find out, and you already know what it is.

GUESTLIST releases March 27 in paperback and for Kindle, Nook, and iPad—though you can now pre-order it from my store. And don’t forget to download the free GUESTLIST Official Mixtape by DJ Sage!

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