Spotlight on Echoes Between Us (Katie McGarry), Excerpt, Plus Giveaway! ~ (US Only)
Today we're excited to spotlight Echoes Between Us by Katie McGarry.
Read on for more about Katie and her book, an excerpt, plus an giveaway!
Meet Katie McGarry!
KATIE MCGARRY is an award winning and critically acclaimed young adult novelist. The author of Only a Breath Apartand the Pushing the Limits and Thunder Road series is currently living out her real life love story in Kentucky with her husband and three children. Katie is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.
Meet Echoes Between Us!
Echoes Between Us is bestselling author Katie McGarry’s breakout teen contemporary novel about a girl with everything to lose and the boy who will do anything to save her.
Veronica sees ghosts—more specifically, her mother’s ghost, thanks to the blinding migraines that consume her whole life and keep Veronica on the fringes. But the haunting afterimages make her wonder if there is something more going on….
Golden boy Sawyer is handsome and popular, a state champion swimmer, but this All-American is hiding an adrenaline addiction that could kill him. Drawn to each other after a chance meeting, can they help each other battle the demons that haunt their every step or will they push their luck too far and risk losing it
all…including their lives?
~ Excerpt ~
t’s been weeks since I’ve had a release, and I’m wound damn tight. I glance around the huge monster of the building searching for something to impress me. Something to take my mind off the fact my cast will be off tomorrow and there will be nothing stopping me from seeking my high.
Here’s the thing about the high: I want it as much as I don’t. A constant push and pull, and I’m always on the losing end. I don’t want to give in to the need for the high and disappoint and endan- ger myself. At the same time, just the thought of the high relaxes some of my always-twisted muscles. If the thought alone relaxes me, then doing it would be close to heaven.
Won’t lie, part of the reason I suggested we all hike up here was in the hopes of finding a hint of the rush, but unfortunately, there isn’t enough danger.
The guys fan out and start for the stairs that lead to the front door of the place. They’re a mixture of the swim and soccer teams, and they’re discussing a combination of baseball, football and Call of Duty. Miguel, the guy I’m closest with, is the one that leads the conversation and is the most opinionated.
Sylvia slides up beside me. With her comes the group of girls that follows her most everywhere she goes. Sylvia is a pied piper of
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people—just like my mom. I understand why—there’s something about her that draws me in, like a light, and that’s why she’s one of the few I call friend.
I know a lot of people. A lot of people know me, and while I can put on a show that I’m outgoing, I consider myself private.
Sylvia stays by me as her friends follow the guys through the hole where glass for a window used to be. She tucks her honey-blond hair with done-by-hand curls behind her shoulder.
As she always does, she looks good. She wears designer jeans and a purple top that hugs all the right places. All bought on a shopping day with her mom, Hannah, my mom and Lucy. Not exactly hiking clothes, but it’s not like she knew we would be tackling this adven- ture when she showed. In my defense, it’s not like I invited anyone over—that would be Mom ignoring my request to give me some time to unpack. Mom feels I need to be social, twenty-four/seven, so she texted Sylvia, telling her to bring my “squad.”
I wish Mom would learn how to back off.
“Do you remember when we came here freshman year?” Sylvia says as we scale the stairs.
“Do you mean when I jumped out from behind a door and scared the hell out of you and you peed your pants?”
She smacks my shoulder. “I didn’t pee my pants.” “But you did scream.”
She laughs because she did scream, for five solid minutes, then shook for a half hour after. I hop through the window first, and Sylvia’s hesitant as she lifts one leg then the other to enter. Faint evening light streams from the open windows and the entire place has an eerie haze.
Our friends are scattered about the large lobby. Most of the girls huddle near a guy as they explore the rusting gurneys left behind. Someone turns on the flashlight on their cell and light dances along the tiled floor. Red and black graffiti decorates the dirty and peeling plaster walls, and I do a double take when I spot arm restraints in the corner of the room.
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“So this year,” Sylvia says with heavy apprehension, and those muscles forever tightened in my neck twist some more.
“So this year,” I repeat with the same heaviness and search the place for something to get my blood pumping. Just being near this building puts people on edge, starts that leak of adrenaline associ- ated with terror, but I can’t find an inkling of fear. It’s walls, floors, abandoned medical equipment, syringes left by junkies and run- away imaginations.
There’s no such things as ghosts or demons. Probably the most dangerous thing in this place is tetanus from a rusty nail or encoun- tering a raccoon with rabies.
Sylvia nudges the broken tile floor with the toe of her black Con- verse. “We have a real shot at winning the team coed state division in swim this year, but to do it, we need you.”
She’s nice enough to leave out that one of the reasons why we didn’t capture the title last year, when we should have, when we were expected to, was because I was forced to sit out near the end of the season for academic reasons. The shame of letting my team down because I didn’t keep my grades up still burns.
“Listen,” she says with sympathy, “I know English is tough for you.”
Reading is tough. I can get an A in math with my eyes closed and earbuds in tight, but reading is like being air-dropped into the middle of Japan and expected to be fluent day one.
“I was thinking, if we have English together, then you, me and Miguel should work on our English project.”
The short, dry laugh is my answer. “I won’t be in your English class.” They’re in advanced classes. Except for math, I’m not.
“It’s a crazy world.” Sylvia waggles her eyebrows. “You never know what can happen.”
“Hey.” Miguel walks toward us. “Are you two coming in farther or are you too scared?”
“Sylvia’s scared,” I say, and Sylvia pushes my shoulder again. I nail her with a side-eye. “You are scared.”
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She glares back because she is. “Not all of us were born without a fear gene. Which is weird, by the way. Like they should do genetic testing on you to see how that’s possible.”
“I overheard you two discussing AP English, and I know where this is going,” Miguel says. “You’re not stealing Sawyer, Sylvia. He’s going to be in my group.”
This conversation is fruitless since I won’t be in their class. “You’re going to be in my group and so is Sawyer,” Sylvia says.
“The two of you would be lost without me. You’d spend the first three months of the project talking video games.”
Has she not caught on that I haven’t been on a single honor roll since moving here? “You’re better off with Miguel than you are with me.”
“Did you hear that?” Miguel glances over to Sylvia’s friends, and when Jada meets his eyes, he offers her a crooked grin. His deep and slick voice causes her to lean forward. “You’re better off with me, mi alma.”
Miguel is bilingual, and girls fall for the Spanish tidbits he drops. Miguel calls it his Latin charm. I tell him he’s full of crap. He’ll laugh then agree.
Sylvia fakes a gag as she presses her cell to life after it flashes with a notification. “Can you two go make out in a darkened corner and save the rest of us from having to witness this?”
Jada and Miguel laugh. The two of them have been nonstop flirting since junior prom.
Miguel and his sister older sister, Camila, are second-generation American. His father came to America from Mexico as a child, and Miguel’s mother came here on a student visa for college. The two met, fell in love, got married and now run a successful we-bring- the-birthday-parties-to-you business.
“What do you think of the apartment?” Sylvia asks.
The question is for me as I’m the only one currently in rental living. One of the problems with my mom being best friends with
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my friends’ moms is that my friends know too much of what’s going on in my life when I’d rather be a closed book. It can work in the opposite direction, too. Sometimes information I’d rather keep to myself gets magically unloaded onto Mom. “It’s fine.”
“Our moms are going out later tonight.” Sylvia focuses on her cell, typing in a comment to someone’s photo. “I hope they start the party at my house first. Your mom is such a riot.”
Yeah. A riot. Mom’s plans means I’ll need to hightail it out of here to watch my sister while Mom burns down the town.
Sylvia grins at Miguel now. “Did Sawyer tell you he’s living in the apartment below Veronica Sullivan? Gives you chills just thinking about it, doesn’t it?”
“No crap,” Miguel says. “Twenty dollars there’s dead bodies in the backyard.”
“Has she done anything crazy yet?” Sylvia twists her face in mock horror. “Eat live bats in front of you? Bake small children into cookies? That girl is Addams Family insane.”
“Not yet, but I did find this in Lucy’s room. It’s a diary or some- thing.” I pull out the papers I still have tucked in my back pocket. “Veronica Sullivan? That’s who is living upstairs from me? The weird girl?”
Right as Sylvia is about to reach out to take the thick packet of paper from me, her gaze shoots over my shoulder and her eyes widen in fear. I whip around, half expecting to find someone wielding a machete, and I briefly float with the taste of the rush.
There’s no machete, but a shadow slowly moving along the out- side porch.
“Technically,” comes a musical voice from the shadow, a voice I can’t peg where I know it from. The shadow steps onto the ledge of the window opening and blocks the light of the fading sun. My stomach drops as I have a sickening idea of where this is headed. Standing in front of me are short blond curls, a beautiful face and scathing blue eyes. “You live downstairs from me.”
Screw me—it’s Veronica Sullivan.
Echoes Between Us
By: Katie McGarry
Publisher: Tor Teen
Release Date: January 20th, 2020
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The cover art is very nice and the storyline is one that YA readers will relish. Best wishes to the author on the new release.
This sounds so amazing! I am immediately hooked just on the synopsis and have to find out what happens. Can't wait!