Sunday, December 16, 2012

Fang Girl Promo Blitz + GIVEAWAY

Today I'm featuring a book called Fang Girl. I actually remember seeing this book at ALA, but they weren't really giving out copies and I didn't know to ask for it. It sounds so amazing and it's in paperback so it's definitely affordable!

Fang Girl by Helen Keeble - September 11th 2012 / HarperTeen

Things That Are Destroying Jane Greene’s Undead Social Life Before It Can Even Begin:

1) A twelve-year-old brother who’s convinced she’s a zombie.

2) Parents who are begging her to turn them into vampires.

3) The pet goldfish she accidentally turns instead.
4) Weird superpowers that let her rip the heads off of every other vampire she meets.(Sounds cool, but it doesn’t win you many friends.)
5) A pyschotic vampire creator who’s using her to carry out a plan for world domination.

And finally:
6) A seriously ripped vampire hunter who either wants to stake her or make out with her. Not sure which.

Being an undead, eternally pasty fifteen-year-old isn’t quite the sexy, brooding, angst-fest Jane always imagined....

Helen Keeble’s riotous debut novel combines the humor of Vladimir Tod with Ally Carter’s spot-on teen voice. With a one-of-a-kind vampire mythology and an irresistibly relatable undead heroine, this uproarious page-turner will leave readers bloodthirsty for more.

More about the author, Helen Keeble:

Helen Keeble is not, and never has been, a vampire. She has however been a teenager. She grew up partly in America and partly in England, which has left her with an unidentifiable accent and a fondness for peanut butter crackers washed   down with a nice cup of tea. She now lives in West Sussex, England, with her husband, daughter, two cats, and a variable number of fish. To the best of her knowledge, none of the fish are undead.

Her first novel, a YA vampire comedy called FANG GIRL, is out 11th Sept 2012, from HarperTeen.

She also has another YA paranormal comedy novel (provisionally titled NO ANGEL) scheduled for Sept 2013.

Author Links:

I read through the available excerpts and interviews, and decided to do a little of both!

What would you do if you woke up in a coffin and discovered you were a vampire?

Um, probably panic and cry in a very undignified fashion. I’m much less tough and resourceful than FANG GIRL’s Jane! But once I’d got a grip on myself, I’d do the same thing that Jane does – phone my family. Who wants to be a solitary creature of the night when you can go back home where there’s bed, broadband, and people who love you?
Which came first – the story or the characters?

I always get a couple of characters first (in this case, Jane and her family), and then have to figure out what story to tell with them. Then it’s an iterative development – I create new characters to meet the demands of that story, but those characters in turn alter the shape of the story so I have to change that, which may mean I have to tweak the characters again… and round it goes!
What inspired you to become an author?

Half the blame goes to other authors, and the other half goes to role-playing games. I was an introverted, fantasy-obsessed book-addict as a child, and since my favourite authors couldn’t possibly write books as fast as I could read them, I naturally started making up stories for myself. Then as a teenager I discovered there was this entire hobby where basically people gathered round to improvise stories round a table together – role-playing games! At university I met a fantastic gaming group (who are still my closest friends), and on a whim I started writing stories for them about our characters’ adventures. Then that turned into writing other stories set in that particular gameworld (Legend of the Five Rings)… which turned into writing my own original fantasy stories… which turned into submitting them to magazines… which turned into deciding to try writing whole novels… one thing just led to another!
Which of your characters was the hardest to write and why?

Hakon, the ancient Swedish Elder vampire. He’s over a thousand years old, and I wanted that to influence the way he spoke. I spent a lot of time reading history books about Viking and Scandinavian poetry and oral traditions, especially the riddle- metaphors called kennings. In the end I took most of the archaisms out of his speech because they made it too hard to read, but a few of them are still there – “treacherous feeder of ravens”, for example, which means a murderer.
Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

If you’re having trouble actually sitting down to write without feeling ‘inspired’, try NaNoWriMo! (National Novel Writing Month) It’s a yearly challenge to write 50,000 words in the month of November, and there’s a huge community involved with it. I wrote the first draft of FANG GIRL for NaNoWriMo 2008 – though I hasten to add that I did not get that first draft published. It took about a year of rewrites and editing to turn that rough draft into the finished story. But that initial period of mad, panicked writing was invaluable, because it gave me that initial block of raw words to shape into a polished story.

     We all jumped, my attackers whirling round. Someone stood poised on the roof of the parked Range Rover, silhouetted against the starry sky. In a breathtaking arc, he leaped ten feet, landing crouched in the middle of the road. He unfurled back to his full height, his velvet frock coat billowing around him, the moonlight turning his hair to pure silver. His high-cheekboned, elegant face was set in an expression of icy determination. As he faced my stunned attackers, his lips drew back in a contemptuous snarl . . . exposing jagged, sharp-edged teeth.
     He was a vampire.

     His pale eyes flicked to me. “Run, ma chérie,” he said. His voice was as light and golden as honey, with a rich French accent that made the simple phrase sound like an invitation to unspeakable immoral delights. He dropped into a combat crouch, empty hands spread. “I shall take care of these—”
     And that was as far as he got, because as my attackers had been conveniently distracted by his appearance, I punted them fifteen feet down the road.
     I hadn’t actually intended to do so. I’d only hoped to knock them off balance to give my unexpected rescuer an opening—after all, a dramatic pose was no match for two guns. So I’d kicked them, with all the strength I could muster.
     Which, as it turned out, was quite a lot of strength.
     “Quick!” I yelled as they skidded away, trailing shocked swear words. I dashed past the suddenly slack-jawed vampire. “Get them before they escape!” One of my attackers was already rolling to his feet—without thought, my blood roaring in my veins, I leaped for him. We crashed back to the ground, him flailing, me desperately trying to work out some way to subdue him. I grabbed for his hair, yanking upward with the vague thought of slamming his skull back down against the road—
     I’d forgotten my vampiric strength again.
     “AIEEEEEEEEEE!” I shrieked, reaching a high enough pitch to stun bats. I flung the severed head away with all my strength. “AIEEEEEEEEE!” I hopped from foot to foot, overcome with utter squick.
     “Shh, hush, it’s all right!” The other vampire’s hands captured my flailing wrists. “Xanthe!” Lights were coming on in the nearest house; with a quick look around, he grabbed the corpse by the back of its collar.
    “Quick, back here.” He dragged us both into the shadow of the garage. After a few moments, the lights clicked off again, leaving us in darkness. I felt the vampire tension in the vampire’s muscles ease. “Well, that went . . . differently.”
     I managed to get enough of a grip on myself to speak, though my voice came out in a Mickey Mouse squeak. “Is he dead? Is he dead?”
     The vampire looked down at the headless corpse. “Yes,” he said. “He is very, very dead.” He cleared his throat. “You must be wondering who I am.”
     My legs didn’t want to support me anymore. I sat down hard. “What . . . what happened to the other guy?”
     “I believe that he has fled, rather understandably. Now, my name—”
     “Oh God, he escaped?” Even though I didn’t need to breathe, I was starting to hyperventilate. “Is he coming back?”
     “No,” the vampire said firmly, catching my hands between his own. “Because I will not let him. I’m here to protect you.”
     I looked at him. I looked down at the corpse. I looked at him.
     “Ah . . .” He appeared mildly embarrassed. “I can also help you dispose of bodies?”
     “Okay,” I said, still feeling a bit shell-shocked. “You sound very useful. Um. Who are you, exactly?”
     He let go of my hand and stood, clearing his throat again. “In life, I was the Comte Ebène Bellefleur. Now, I am simply Ebène de Sanguine.” He bowed deeply, sweeping back his long, black frock coat with perfect grace, as though this was his customary attire. “I would be pleased if you would call me Ebon. I have come to bring you home.”
     The best I could muster was a heartfelt “huh?” I was lagging about two minutes behind the conversation. I kept thinking of that horrible crunch through my hands.
     “I must deeply apologize from the bottom of my soul that it has taken so long for us to send one of the Blood to welcome you,” Ebon said, somehow managing to enunciate the capitalization. “I must confess that we were unprepared for your Transfiguration”—once again I could hear the capitals clanging into place—“but I can assure you that you will be a treasured jewel among us. Now, ma chérie, we must make haste.” His face turned serious, and he held out a long, white-fingered hand. “This place is not safe. As you have discovered, the hunters are closing in. I will protect you with my very life, but I cannot hold this place secure for long. You must come.”
     I struggled to get my brain to concentrate. “Come . . . with you? Where?”
     “To your true home,” he said—and suddenly his face was only inches from mine. I froze, transfixed by the pale blue of his eyes, as clear and cool as the light at the heart of a glacier. “Come, Xanthe,” he murmured, shaping the hated sound of my name into something beautiful and wild. “I long to teach you. To show you who you are, and the power you will become. It is time for you to learn everything.”
     I stared at him, and he didn’t become any less real. There was an actual gorgeous vampire aristocrat in velvet on his knees in front of me, vowing to lay down his life in my defense. All I had to do was take his hand.
     “Okay,” I whispered, my throat dry. “First let’s hide this body somewhere, and then . . .”
     “And then?” he whispered back, his breath cool on my lips. His pale eyes gazed into mine, wordlessly promising to whisk me away from all my troubles.
     Or, to put it another way, a very strange man with predator’s teeth wanted to get me alone.
     “And then,” I said firmly, taking his hand, “you’re coming home to meet my parents.”

Now you have the chance to win an awesome Fang Girl prize pack! This giveaway is open internationally, and the last day to enter is December 25th.

The prize pack includes:
- one signed copy of Fang Girl (can be personalised)
- a voucher for an ARC of Helen's next book NO ANGEL as soon as they are available (likely to be Spring/Summer 2013)
- a cheerful vampire goldfish paperclip
- Fang Girl stickers featuring the cover and quotes from the book

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