Spotlight on Screen Queens (Lori Goldstein), Excerpt, Plus Giveaway! ~ (US Only)
Today we're excited to spotlight Screen Queens by Lori Goldstein.
Read on for more about Lori and her book, an excerpt, plus an giveaway!
Meet Lori Goldstein!
Lori Goldstein, former journalist and current author and editor has a bachelor's in journalism and previously worked for technology publications in the “East Coast Silicon Valley” city of Boston, where she currently lives. She’s never met a beach she didn’t love, a book she wouldn’t read, or a strange food she wouldn’t try. She is the author of Screen Queens and the VOYA-starred young adult contemporary fantasy series Becoming Jinn. Find her on Twitter @loriagoldsteinand Instagram @lorigoldsteinbooks.
Meet Screen Queens!
The Bold Type meets The Social Network when three girls vying for prestigious summer internships through a startup incubator program uncover the truth about what it means to succeed in the male-dominated world of tech.
This summer Silicon Valley is a girls' club.
Three thousand applicants. An acceptance rate of two percent. A dream internship for the winning team. ValleyStart is the most prestigious high school tech incubator competition in the country. Lucy Katz, Maddie Li, and Delia Meyer have secured their spots. And they've come to win.
Meet the Screen Queens.
Lucy Katz was born and raised in Palo Alto, so tech, well, it runs in her blood. A social butterfly and CEO in-the-making, Lucy is ready to win and party.
East Coast designer, Maddie Li left her home and small business behind for a summer at ValleyStart. Maddie thinks she's only there to bolster her graphic design portfolio, not to make friends.
Delia Meyer taught herself how to code on a hand-me-down computer in her tiny Midwestern town. Now, it's time for the big leagues--ValleyStart--but super shy Delia isn't sure if she can hack it (pun intended).
When the competition kicks off, Lucy, Maddie, and Delia realize just how challenging the next five weeks will be. As if there wasn't enough pressure already, the girls learn that they would be the only all-female team to win ever. Add in one first love, a two-faced mentor, and an ex-boyfriend turned nemesis and things get...complicated.
Filled with humor, heart, and a whole lot of girl power, Screen Queens is perfect for fans of Morgan Matson, Jenny Han, and The Bold Type.
~ Excerpt ~
(strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats, otherwise known as day one)
This is it.
Electricity charged through Lucy’s limbs like she was at a club in the Tenderloin. Music pumping, hips thrusting, rafters vibrating, the whole place one claustrophobic creature alive on artisan gin and Red Bull and sweat.
Her head bobbed to an internal beat as she adjusted the knot of her ValleyStart tee at her waist and crossed the quad with Delia and Maddie. The “Hackathon” banner beneath the yellow painted tiles beckoned her inside the Spanish architectural–style student center.
She had arrived.
They had arrived.
So what if Delia was a typical coder: all gray matter, practical shoes, and the social skills of beached kelp. From the little bit of code she’d shown Lucy last night, Lucy knew she wouldn’t have to carry her.
And Maddie . . . well, yes, the girl had an attitude problem. But she also had a client list bigger than the population of Sausalito. No one would hire her for her personality, that’s for sure. Which meant she must be a kick-ass designer.
That freed Lucy up to do what she did best. Strategize, stylize, and socialize. In other words, sell. The number-one component of any successful startup. And Lucy would be a success.
No matter what her mom thought.
CIO? Pfft. Lucy snorted. Try CEO, Mom. Glass ceiling, my CrossFit-trained ass. She couldn’t help a snicker. Delia jumped beside her.
It’s fine, it’s going to be fine.
Lucy seized Delia’s hand, which actually felt as wet and slimy as beached kelp. Still, Lucy pushed forth her most enthusiastic smile. “Isn’t this exciting?”
Eyes downcast, Delia’s head moved the tiniest bit, and Lucy took that as a yes.
It’s going to be fine.
“Exciting, right?” she called to Maddie, who’d lagged behind since leaving the dorm, her fingers flying across her phone at four times the rate of her feet. And her words not flying at all. She gave an “uh-huh” without looking up.
Going to be fine.
Lucy pressed on, and she and Delia reached the entrance first. The “Sponsored by Pulse” on the welcome sign sent chills down her spine. She squeezed Delia’s hand. “Let’s all cross the threshold together.”
Like newlyweds beginning their marriage, which is what this would be for the next five weeks. It all started with this. The team whose app had the most functionality at the end of the twelve-hour hackathon would receive an advantage: a one-on-one session with last year’s incubator winners.
They needed it. Lucy needed it. Because Lucy needed Stanford. And this internship was her ticket off the wait list and onto the perfect blades of grass that not even her mother’s heels had sunk in.
As she waited for Maddie, Lucy craned her neck to peer through the glass door. Her pulse quickened. There he was. Broad shoulders that narrowed in a perfect V down to a trim waist and a butt as round as a peach and as tight as her mom’s Spanx.
She’d recognize his behind—she’d recognize him from behind—even in a sea of Silicon Valley elite.
“Let’s go! Early bird, and all!” Lucy tried to channel that bird and sound chipper, but she was growing impatient waiting for Maddie. Finally, they were all together, and a surge of energy propelled Lucy through the door. “I want to volunteer to present first, just in case Ryan doesn’t stay for the whole thing.”
“Ryan?” Maddie said in the harsh Boston accent that made Lucy cringe from her professionally plucked eyebrows to her Bikini So Teeny polished toes. “One five-minute convo and you’re on a first-name basis?”
“Shh!” Lucy halted. She swore she saw Ryan’s shoulders tense. When she was positive there wasn’t a break in his swaggered stride through the lobby, she waved the girls forward. “This way.”
Signs pointed them in the right direction, but Lucy had memorized the student center layout a week ago. Still holding Delia’s limp hand, she moved through the stucco building, keeping her eyes on Ryan’s muscular back. When she turned the corner, she increased her speed, fueled by the appearance of Gavin Cox.
Freaking Gavin Cox.
She’d successfully avoided him yesterday and was aiming to make that a two-day streak.
The drag on her forearm and the squeal from beside her caused her to fail.
Delia tripped. Indoors. On a flat surface.
This must be how Jobs felt around Woz.
Lucy shoved her butterfly-frame sunglasses tight against her face, but it was too late. She’d been seen. Which meant she’d failed. She hated failing. She never did. One of the few things she could credit to her mom who’d taught her the only way to avoid it was by being in total control. But this incubator was a team program.
And one member of her team was currently holding the sole of her ratty tennis shoe in one hand and rubbing her coccyx with the other.
Gavin strode up to Lucy with a smug grin on his face. His wet mop curls hung limp along his lightly sunburned cheeks and that patchy hipster beard his DNA knew he was too immature to grow.
“Li’l Lucy.” He patted her on the head. “They relax the height requirement for this ride?”
She gritted her teeth. Being five feet nothing, Lucy was used to being treated like a dachshund or a two-year-old. But this was Gavin’s paw on her fresh blowout.
On the floor, Delia narrowly missed being stomped on by smartphone zombie Maddie’s foot. Her big . . . large . . . ginormous foot. Sasquatch had nothing on Maddie’s hooves. At least Lucy wouldn’t have to worry about either of her roommates borrowing her Louboutins. Being nearly six feet, Maddie had little chance of squeezing in more than her big toe, and being, well, Midwestern, Delia had little chance of telling a Louboutin from a leprechaun.
Fine. It’s. Going. To. Be. Fine.
Gavin smirked. “Stellar cohorts you got there, Lucifer.”
“Yes,” Lucy said, eyeing the two tall, thin white guys behind Gavin, the three of them decked out in the Silicon Valley uniform of nondescript jeans, a white tee, and expensive sneakers. She reached down to grasp Delia’s elbow. “In fact, they are. Don’t be too intimated, Cox.”
Blood boiling, Lucy marched down the hallway ahead of what she was trying to convince herself were her stellar teammates. She could feel Gavin’s thick fingers on her scalp and the phantom tingle in other places she should have never let them go. She jammed a “delete all” on the memory, nuking it from her brain. Step by step, Lucy breathed, calming herself by visualizing the end game. Which would start here, in the vast study hall-turned-hackathon headquarters. She paused under the arched entrance feeling very small.
Table upon table was filled with Gavin-esque seventeen-to-nineteen-year-olds in hoodies and those same plain white tees, all waiting to be emblazoned with a Facebook-Google-Apple-Uber-Lyft-Twitter-eBay-LinkedIn-Airbnb-Snapchat logo—or, better yet, their own.
The testosterone nearly choked her. Or maybe it was the stench of old French fries and Axe body spray.
By: Lori Goldstein
Release Date: June 11th, 2019
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