Title: The Evolution of Jeremy Warsh
Author: Jess Moore
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: November 26, 2018
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: No Romance, Male/Male
Length: 86100
Genre: Contemporary YA, contemporary, YA, high school, coming-of-age, family issues, graphic artist/comics, pop-punk music
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Synopsis
Jeremy Warsh has been in off-mode ever
since his grandpa’s death a couple years ago. He set aside their shared
passion, comic art, and hasn’t looked back. As an introvert from the other side
of town, he fully expects to spend his boring life bagging groceries until,
maybe one day, he’s promoted to store manager.
Yet, his two best friends, Kasey and
Stuart, are different. They’re not afraid to demand more out of everyone. When
Kasey comes out, Jeremy’s inspired. He picks up his colored pencils and starts
drawing comics again, creating a no-nonsense, truth-talking character named
Penny Kind. Who speaks to him. Literally.
The friend-group sets in motion Stuart’s
plans for a huge Homecoming prank, and if they can get Penny’s comic trending,
they might be able to pull it off. Could this be a stepping-stone to a future
Jeremy’s only dreamed of? And after he kisses a boy at a college party, will
Jeremy finally face what he’s been hiding from?
Excerpt
The Evolution of Jeremy Warsh
Jess Moore © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Chilly in the underground basement, one
of my best friends and I spent the final hours of summer’s freedom on opposite
sides of the couch. Kasey’s head poked out from under an orange-and-black
chevron afghan. Her arm snaked out from under the blanket as she reached for
the bowl of potato chips between us. In fact, we had moved only for snack
and/or bathroom breaks since setting up camp earlier in the day. The last of
August’s to-do list was to listen to Nirvana’s entire library.
“Did you catch this live when it came
out on MTV?” I asked, as the first few notes of “Lake of Fire” sounded.
Cobain’s scratchy prophet-like lilt emanated from a set of waist-high speakers
next to the fireplace.
“In middle school? I don’t know. They
re-air it every now and then though.” She licked the BBQ-flavored spices from a
potato chip.
“It wasn’t long after that he was gone,
and we were all down here drinking our first beers in his honor.” I gave my can
of Mountain Dew a little shake, empty.
“I remember.” Kasey leaned her head back
against the pillow. “This is too depressing for words.” She popped the rest of
the chip in her mouth and jumped up from the couch to switch off the stereo.
“Hey! I love that one!”
“Come on, Jeremy. You need to practice.”
She grabbed my hand and tried to pull me from the couch.
“Seriously?”
“Yes! School starts tomorrow.” She gave
up and walked toward her bedroom. Kasey’s basement was hardly that. Basically
it was its own two-bedroom apartment with a TV room, kitchen, and dining space.
The lower level of her house cut into the hill and opened to a brick patio
overlooking a pool and woods beyond. She’d lived down there with her older
brother until he left for college. Now, it was just Kasey; her parents lived
upstairs.
“Fine!” I called after her. Our senior
year was less than twenty-four hours away; she was probably right. My distorted
reflection peered back at me from the TV’s black glass as I forced myself out
of the sunken cushions.
Kasey’s bedroom walls were
sponge-painted with textured splats in varying shades of flamingo pink. It was
dizzying and the opposite of subtle, but the same went for her.
“Jeez, you’ve grown, like, a foot in the
last month. You could’ve played football this year.” She reached for my
shoulders and positioned me in front of her closet mirrors.
“That would mean more time around Russ.
Plus, Mom would never let me.”
Kasey stepped back, assessing my
reflection. “Now, say it.”
“Suck it, Russ.” The words rolled
clumsily off my tongue. I rushed through the line because I hated every minute
of it.
Russ Landry had been making my life
miserable forever. Kasey was convinced if I stood up to him, he’d leave me
alone. I figured it would likely get me punched. But ignoring the bastard,
which I’d been trying to do for years, proved an unsuccessful strategy.
She shoved me forward and flopped onto
her bed. “You’ll get nowhere if you say it like that. This needs flair, Jeremy.
Again.”
I repeated the line with some sass that
I would never replicate in real life.
“Grasshopper, you must deliver a blow of
such magnitude that thine enemy is left stunned.” Kasey flipped through the
latest issue of a teen fashion magazine. She hadn’t even seen my sashay.
“Is that why you tell people to suck
your dick?” I cleared my throat, a little embarrassed.
“I only tell misogynists that, and
yyyyep.” Kasey unwrapped a sucker and stuck it in her mouth. “Wah-wa?” she
asked, her speech hindered by the candy.
“I’m good.” I sat next to her. The
magazine contained musky perfume samples. Kasey found one and rubbed the paper
on both her wrists and neck.
“Yuck, that smells awful,” I said.
“You’re crazy. Everyone loves CK One.”
She flipped through the special back-to-school edition. “Wanna read your
horoscope? Cancer, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So obvious.”
She read my crab-shelled future.
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