If you're in the mood for a carnival, we're here to reveal the cover of Brooke Moss' new novel, "Carny," which will be published in July by InkSpell. Feast your eyes....
Two people from opposite worlds, one unforgettable kiss. You can't judge a carny by its cover.
At a town fair on the coast of Oregon, handsome Native American carny, Vincent Youngblood, bestows an unforgettable kiss on shy, awkward teenager, Charlotte Davenport. Then disappears without another word, leaving her baffled and enamored.
Ten years later, Charlotte is still living in the small fishing town of Astoria, while being trained to--reluctantly--take over for her philandering hotelier father when he retires. After all, who else will do it? Her two perfect sisters are busy being married to their flawless husbands and having cookie cutter children, while Charlotte remains single, childless, and every bit as mousy as she was a decade ago.
As Charlotte struggles to climb out from underneath her judgmental parents thumb, the carnival rolls back into town, and Charlotte finds herself face to face with Vin again. He's back to run his father's carnival, walking away from a promising career in medicine he started in Chicago. Will her biased and judgmental family accept her relationship with a man who is not only a Native American, but works as a carny for a living? And what unsavory secrets bind the well-educated and seemingly superlative Vin to that ramshackle carnival? After all, you can’t judge a carny by its cover.
While we're still in the carnival spirit, Cindy and Melissa A. want to share some carnival memories.
As a teenager, I used to look forward to the carnival rolling into town every summer. My girlfriends and I would go there every night to ride the rides, eat the tacky food and waste money on games that were impossible to win. But the best part was checking out the carny guys, who all seemed so mysterious and sinister to us. We wouldn't actually talk to them, but we were so intrigued.
Melissa A:
When I was a kid, I loved going on all the rides at the carnivals. The more stomach lurching, the better. Then I became an adult and suddenly the rides were too much for me to handle. However, the carousel was always tame and trustworthy. There was one time I went to a carnival with my husband (at the time, he was my fiance) and we wanted the ride the carousel. We had given the carny our tickets and were ready to ride on those glorious horses when we were informed that we were too big for this ride and needed to sit on the benches that do nothing. I was so livid and it was too late to get off the ride at that point. I think it was a rather cheap or poorly made carousel, because I haven't encountered that problem since, as you can see here....
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