Monday, October 13, 2014

|| Blog Tour: Trust Me, I'm Lying by Mary Elizabeth Summer || This or That Interview + Giveaway!

Hello and welcome to the Trust Me, I'm Lying by Mary Elizabeth Summer blog tour!
Today I will be sharing all about this fantastic new book (which comes out tomorrow), as well as an author interview and of course a giveaway! Enjoy! 

Trust Me, I'm Lying
by Mary Elizabeth Summer
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Release Date: October 14th 2014
Genre: YA - Mystery > Thriller

Fans of Ally Carter, especially her Heist Society readers, will love this teen mystery/thriller with sarcastic wit, a hint of romance, and Ocean’s Eleven–inspired action.

Julep Dupree tells lies. A lot of them. She’s a con artist, a master of disguise, and a sophomore at Chicago’s swanky St. Agatha High, where her father, an old-school grifter with a weakness for the ponies, sends her to so she can learn to mingle with the upper crust. For extra spending money Julep doesn’t rely on her dad—she runs petty scams for her classmates while dodging the dean of students and maintaining an A+ (okay, A-) average.

But when she comes home one day to a ransacked apartment and her father gone, Julep’s carefully laid plans for an expenses-paid golden ticket to Yale start to unravel. Even with help from St. Agatha’s resident Prince Charming, Tyler Richland, and her loyal hacker sidekick, Sam, Julep struggles to trace her dad’s trail of clues through a maze of creepy stalkers, hit attempts, family secrets, and worse, the threat of foster care. With everything she has at stake, Julep’s in way over her head . . . but that’s not going to stop her from using every trick in the book to find her dad before his mark finds her. Because that would be criminal.

“A sexy love triangle and madcap mystery . . . I loved this book.” —Jennifer Echols, author ofDirty Little Secret

“Buckle up! You’re in for a wild and funny ride. I fell in love with the fresh and snarky voice of 16-year-old con artist Julep Dupree. This book has it all: homework and hit men, prom drama and silencers.” —April Henry, New York Times bestselling author of Girl, Stolen

“Summer creates a standout character in Julep. She lies and cheats with so much confidence and skill that readers will cheer her on, but she also adheres to her own strict moral code. The nature of the crime her father is caught up in, when revealed, just ratchets up the suspense. A memorable debut; here’s hoping for a lot more from Summer.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Julep’s investigations and quick escapes keep the high-stakes story entertaining and readers guessing…” – Publisher’s Weekly

by Mary Elizabeth Summer


“Hey, Julep. Got a sec?” Murphy Donovan—a soft, bespectacled nerd from my biology class—stops me before I get very far.
“You happen to have a decent cup of espresso on your person?” I say.
“Not on me, no.”
“Then if you want to talk, you’ll have to walk me.”
He falls into step like a well-trained puppy, but he seems to need a little prodding in the talking department.
“So is this a social call?” I ask.
“No. That is, um, I’d like to”—he lowers his voice and looks over his shoulder at the students flitting hither and yon around us—“hire you.”
“I see. How can I be of service?”
“I want you to get Bryn Halverson to go to the fall formal with me,” he all but whispers.
I consider his request as I shift my bag. I could do it. Easily, in fact. All it takes is a modified fiddle game. My brain is already spinning the con, assessing resources, gauging the mark. But I’d like a little more information before I take the job.
“The Bryn Halverson?” I say. “Head JV cheerleader, homecoming court, failing Spanish—that Bryn Halverson?”
“She’s failing Spanish?”
“Focus, Murphy.”
“Yes, her,” Murphy answers.
“Do you mind if I ask why?”
He drops his gaze to his hands. “I like her,” he mumbles.
“You and every other straight, red-blooded American male,” I say, more truthful than kind. I don’t need to drag this out of him. I can do the job without it. But how I approach the job affects him, and understanding his motivations lets me know how far I can go.
“I liked her before. I’ve liked her since middle school, when she had braces and frizzy hair and was whipping all our butts at algebra.”
I sigh and give him a sympathetic look. I’m going to take the job, of course, but I’m not thrilled about it. Not because I’m opposed to manipulating Bryn, but because I already know Murphy’s going to get trampled. And since Murphy’s a tech-club buddy of Sam’s, Sam is not going to be pleased if I help Bryn break Murphy’s heart.
“Honestly, Murphy, it would be easier if you just wanted the social status.”
“So you’ll do it?”
I nod reluctantly. “Yes. But you’ll probably regret it.”
“How much?”
“Depends on how much you like her.”
“No, I mean—”
I wave him to silence. “I know what you mean,” I say, calculating the fee in my head. What is the going rate for breaking somebody’s heart? This is one of those questions that make me reconsider my line of work.
“Five hundred. Cash. Plus the standard proviso.”
“What proviso?”
“You owe me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“The kind where you don’t know what it is until I ask it,” I say, pausing at the door to the Ballou. “If it’s any comfort, it’s usually something pretty tame, and generally in your area of expertise.”
Murphy mulls over my terms for all of half a second before forking over the cash. I’d never pay that much for a school dance, but then most of the students at St. Aggie’s have money to burn. Even worse is the threat of an unspecified favor to be called in at a later date. But I’ve never had anyone protest. I guess that’s what comes of having unlimited access to whatever you want—when you need something you can’t get, you’re willing to put everything on the line. Maybe the opportunity to confess your undying love is worth it. I’ve never felt that way about anyone, so what do I know?
“When should I ask her?” he says.
“A week from tomorrow,” I answer as I open the door. “That gives us time to lay the groundwork, but still gives her a few days to buy a dress. Assuming she doesn’t have a closet full already.”
“What if she says no?”
“You should be more worried about her saying yes.”
He gives me a confused look.

“I’ll take care of it,” I say, stepping into the warm glow of the Ballou.

1.  Winter or Summer?

I'm a winter baby. I love overcast weather. The melancholy of autumn is my favorite, but the lonely depths of winter is even better. Plus, my birthday is December 10th, so PRESENTS. :-)

2. Long chapters or short?

It depends on the scene. If it's steamy romance or deep and abiding angst, longer is better. But for plot-heavy, action scenes, or snappy repartee, give me shorter every time. 

3. Email or snail mail?

Email, hands down. I'd never get around to writing people back if I had to track down paper, envelopes, and stamps. That's far too much work. Plus, I'm not so patient with the waiting. I'm an immediate gratification kind of girl.

4. Blogger or Wordpress?


5. Harry Potter or Twilight?

Does anyone actually pick Twilight over Harry Potter? I mean, I'm not knocking Twilight. It's just...I don't think anything is on the same level as Harry Potter.

6. Who would win? Freddy Krueger or Chucky?

I have no idea. I was never much into horror movies. But my wife says Freddy Krueger for sure. Freddy can mess with people's dreams. Chucky's just some doll with a serial killer trapped inside.

7. One voice or alternating POVs?

I've done both. It depends on what the book wants to be, I think. Most of the books I've written have been single POV. Though, I did write one sci-fi with multiple POVs and loved it.

8. Writing from home or someplace else?

It depends on my circumstances. I wrote about a third of TMIL on my phone while riding the train to and from work. I wrote almost all of the sequel at my local 24-hour coffee shop. But my dream is to one day write mostly from home. I have an office all set up, but I work a day job all day, which means I do my writing at night and on the weekends, which is when my family is very much at home and in my hair. Therefore, writing out of the house is the best option for me.

9. Buy online or buy in a bookstore?

I prefer to buy in a bookstore. Bookstores are magical for me. I used to work in a bookstore when I was in high school. I've had a lot of jobs over the years, and that one is still my favorite. But I do buy books online for convenience sake (see comment above re: immediate gratification).

10. Being able to fly or be invisible?

100% being able to fly. Whenever I'm in that half-asleep place where I can influence my dreams, I always fly. First thing. It feels so real, I think I must have been a bird or something in a previous life.

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Mary Elizabeth Summer is an instructional designer, a mom, a champion of the serial comma, and a pie junkie. Oh, and she sometimes writes books about teenage delinquents saving the day. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her daughter, her partner, and her evil overlor–er, cat. TRUST ME, I'M LYING, a YA mystery, will be released by Delacorte in Fall 2014.

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