Release Blitz: SWEAR ON THIS LIFE by Renee Carlino
SWEAR
ON THIS LIFE
By:
Renée Carlino
Release
Day: August 9. 2016
From USA TODAY bestselling author Renée
Carlino (Before We Were Strangers), a warm and witty novel about a struggling
writer who must come to grips with her past, present, and future after she
discovers that she’s the inspiration for a pseudonymously published bestselling
novel.
When a bestselling debut novel from
mysterious author J. Colby becomes the literary event of the year, Emiline
reads it reluctantly. As an adjunct writing instructor at UC San Diego with her
own stalled literary career and a bumpy long-term relationship, Emiline isn’t
thrilled to celebrate the accomplishments of a young and gifted writer.
Yet from the very first page, Emiline is
entranced by the story of Emerson and Jackson, two childhood best friends who
fall in love and dream of a better life beyond the long dirt road that winds
through their impoverished town in rural Ohio.
That’s because the novel is patterned on
Emiline’s own dark and desperate childhood, which means that “J. Colby” must be
Jase: the best friend and first love she hasn’t seen in over a decade. Far from
being flattered that he wrote the novel from her perspective, Emiline is
furious that he co-opted her painful past and took some dramatic creative liberties
with the ending.
The only way she can put her mind at ease
is to find and confront “J. Colby,” but is she prepared to learn the truth
behind the fiction?
During the winter we pretended our way
through the classics, read every popular kid’s book and by spring of our sixth
grade year, the spring of all the rain, we were ready to be outside and explore
again. There was a creek about half a mile back from our houses, past the tree
line. Because of all the rain that year, it had become more of a river with the
strongest currents right behind where we lived. Every adult warned us to be
careful, even my dead-beat dad would say, “You better use that big brain of
yours and stay out of the creek. You want to go swimming, you can go to the
pool in town.”
Funny he would say that because the
community pool was a seven-mile bike ride and it cost three dollars to get in.
There was no way I was going unless Leila, Jax’s mom gave us a ride and even
then, I would have to borrow the money to get in. Frankly, going to the town pool was a pipe dream. It became
a myth to us, a fantasy like Disneyland or Europe. Jax and I would try to
imagine what it was like to go there.
“I bet they sell popsicles and popcorn
and they probably have clowns too,” I said.
It was a warm day; we had made a picnic
in the weeds. I laid out my Toy Story sleeping bag I’d had from when I was a
kid. Jax brought a jar of applesauce and I brought Fun Dip that my dad had
bought me at the 7-11. We mixed the fun dip into the jar and took turns eating
spoonfuls.
“Community pools don’t have clowns,
genius.”
“How do you know?” I said.
“Because I just do.”
“I bet there’s a high dive, like fifty
feet in the air.”
“Do you know how high fifty feet is? You
would die hitting the water. The impact would kill you.”
“You’re such a know-it-all, Jackson. Why
can’t you let a girl dream? We’re never going to that pool because no one will
ever take us, plus, it costs money, and last time I checked you weren’t making
any.”
He lay back on the blanket and propped
his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “I’m not a know-it-all, I just
have cable. And as soon as I turn sixteen, I’m getting a job. I’ll pay for us
to go to the pool. You’ll see, it’s just a big hole with water in it.”
I never really stared at him until that
day. His eyes were closed so I took the time to inspect every inch of him. I
was so curious about his body. My own body was changing and I was terrified of
it. Jax was getting taller. He was going to be tall like his father, but he
looked more like his mother in coloring and features. Jax’s mom was French, so
they had this creamy skin that looked sun-kissed year around and his brown hair
and brown eyes had streams of gold running throughout it. He was letting his
hair grow longer because he’d been watching some show on TV that took place in
California. He said everyone in California had long hair.
I was trying to grow my own unruly, brown
locks out. I don’t know why, I always had it in a braid. Maybe because I
thought I would go to California with Jax one day. We both yearned for more
than weeds and corn. All the books gave us those silly ideas and filled our
heads with things that might never be.
I lay down beside him and stared directly
into the sun. He turned on his side and propped his head on his elbow.
“You’ll go blind doing that,” he said in
a low voice.
“Leave me alone.”
“Why are you in such a bad mood? You
PMSing?”
“What do you know about it?”
“A lot.”
“I doubt that and even if I were, it’s
beyond rude to talk to me about it.” I hadn’t started my period yet but I wasn’t
going to tell him that.
Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and
bestselling author of contemporary women's novels and new adult fiction. Her
books have been featured in national publications, including USA TODAY,
Huffington Post, Latina magazine, and Publisher's Weekly. She lives in Southern
California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she's not
at the beach with her boys or working on her next project, she likes to spend
her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate. Learn more at www.reneecarlino.com
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