Fade to Us Blog Tour: Excerpt and Giveaway

Posted February 1, 2018 by love2dazzle in Features, Giveaways, Promo Blitz / 0 Comments

Fade to Us Blog Tour: Excerpt and GiveawayFade to Us by Julia Day
Published by Wednesday Books on February 6th 2018
Pages: 320

Fade To Us is a story about found families, the bond of sisterhood, and the agony and awe of first love.
Brooke’s summer is going to be EPIC--having fun with her friends and a job that lets her buy a car. Then her new stepfather announces his daughter is moving in. Brooke has always longed for a sibling, so she’s excited about spending more time with her stepsister. But she worries, too. Natalie has Asperger’s--and Brooke’s not sure how to be the big sister that Natalie needs.
After Natalie joins a musical theater program, Brooke sacrifices her job to volunteer for the backstage crew. She’s mostly there for Natalie, but Brooke soon discovers how much she enjoys being part of the show. Especially sweet is the chance to work closely with charming and fascinating Micah--the production’s stage manager. If only he wasn’t Natalie’s mentor…
When summer comes to an end, will Brooke finally have the family she so desperately wants–and the love she’s only dreamed about?



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Definite Opinions

had been chasing the Thomas twins around their house for a
half hour, begging them to put on their clothes, when the ga-
rage door whined up. Their mother was home.
“Guys, come here,” I shouted as I flung myself onto the car-
pet. Five seconds later, I had two tiny bare butts bouncing on
my belly. “Gotcha.” I sat up, locked my arms around their
squirmy bodies, and shifted them onto my lap. I’d just wiggled
a pair of Pull-Ups onto both boys when Mrs. Thomas walked in
the door.
She hugged them as she smiled at me. “Were my little men
good today?”
“Absolutely adorable.” I took the wad of cash she held out and
shoved it into my pocket. “Thanks.”
“Brooke?” She squinted at the calendar hanging on the
kitchen wall. “Can you babysit next Saturday morning? Eight
to eleven?”

“Sure. See you then.” I kissed the twins on the tops of their
heads and left. Once I got home, I locked up my bike in the back-
yard and collapsed into my hammock. A nap had just become
my top priority. Eyes shut. Swaying in the breeze. Surrounded
by the scent of roses.
A screen door slammed, followed by thuds across the deck
and the soft swoosh of footsteps on the lawn. Maybe if I pre-
tended not to be here, the footsteps would change direction.
“Brooke,” Mom said.
Guess not. “I’m hiding.”
“Not very well, since this was the first place I looked.”
I smiled drowsily without opening my eyes. “Are you saying
I’m predictable?”
“Completely. How were the boys?”
“Busy. And naked.” I sighed. Loudly. In a way that made it
obvious I would rather not be talking.
“It’s time to eat.”
“Now?” It couldn’t be any later than five p.m. I peered at her
through half-closed eyes. “What about Jeff?”
“He’s home. We’re having fried chicken.”
Mom rarely fried chicken, even though it was one of my
favorites. Too messy and unhealthy, which made today’s choice
highly suspicious. “Why?”
“We’re holding a family meeting.” Her eyes sparkled with
I rolled from the hammock, my heartbeat jumping into over-
drive. “About . . . ?”
“Come and see.” She jogged back to the house, her
blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.
A family meeting on a Friday in the middle of June? When

nothing was going on? Mom and I had been a team long enough
for me to know this meeting meant something big—and happy—
for me.
Fighting off the burn of anticipation, I trailed her into the
kitchen. The table looked gorgeous. Lace tablecloth. Roses in
a vase. The “company” china. And not only had my only-
cooks- from-scratch- under-duress mother made fried
chicken, she’d added creamed potatoes and biscuits, too.
Oh, yeah. Something big. And there was only one thing it
could be.
Jeff was holding Mom’s chair for her. When he was done, I
inched around him.
“Hello, Brooke.” He held up his fist.
My stepfather and I had been fist-bumping for the whole time
he’d been in my life. I’d hoped after their wedding that he would
progress to hugging. But nine months later, I was still waiting.
“Hi, Jeff.” I touched my fist to his and slid onto a chair.
It quickly became apparent that the two of them had a
conspiracy going to keep me in suspense during the meal.
We talked about ordinary stuff, like . . . our jobs. The
weather. The Chicago Cubs’s chances of reaching the World
Series. And after every topic, Mom and Jeff would smirk at
each other and then me. Fine. I could survive on hope for a
few more min- utes.
As soon as they put down their forks, I pounced. “Okay,
guys . . . ?”
My stepfather’s phone buzzed.
Mom and I exchanged grins. Because of course. The best
mo- ments of my life were always interrupted before they
happened. Like a hyper dog ruining the cookout for my ninth

Or the hurricane that canceled my first dance recital. Or the
badly placed candle that torched the decorations at Mom’s wed-
ding to Jeff. At least tonight, the destruction of property wasn’t
He glanced at the phone and then at my mother. “It’s Mei.”
His ex-wife. He would have to answer, although his reluctance
to delay the family meeting was kind of sweet.
Mom sniffed. “Go ahead.”
Jeff accepted the call. “Mei, what is it?” He narrowed his
eyes, then frowned. Rocketing from his chair, he left the kitchen
and disappeared into the den.
“I wonder what she wants,” I said.
“Me, too.” Mom covered the leftover potatoes with a piece of
plastic wrap and carried them to the fridge. “Dessert?”
“Should we wait for Jeff?”
“Nope.” She added the p with a lot of attitude.
I reached for the biscuits. Might as well clean up, too.
Jeff was gone for ten minutes. Mom and I had already fin-
ished our peach cobbler when he returned. After slipping his
phone into his pocket, he stood behind his chair, gripping the
seat back. He looked uncertain. Hesitant. Two words I’d never
thought of for my stepfather before.
My mother rose and crossed to his side. “What’s happened?”
“Mei has been having some health problems since she had
her baby.” He shook his head as if dazed.
“I’m sorry.”
“The doctors want her to reduce her stress.”
Mom and I said in unison, “Natalie.”
He gave a sharp nod.
My stepsister and I chatted online often, and one of her fa-

vorite topics was her baby brother. But she’d never mentioned
her mom being sick.
Jeff rubbed a hand over his nearly bald scalp. “Natalie is
coming to live with us for a while.”
What? I stared at him in disbelief. Natalie would be living
here? He’d invited her without checking?

CREDIT: FADE TO US by Julia Day. Copyright © 2018
by the author and reprinted by permission
of Wednesday Books.




1 Copy of Between the Fade to Us.


  1. Must be 18 years or older or have a parents permission to provide address to me and St. Martin’s Press. US Only (Sorry Intl. Folks publisher requirement)
  2. Must be following my blog.
  3. Extra Entry if you follow me on Instagram.
  4. Please comment below how you are following me and what your musical play is.
  5. Giveaway book is provided by St. Martin’s Press.
  6. Giveaway ends on 2.17.18


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Ali Kiki is a reader, writer, reviewer, blogger, and photographer in Portland, OR. An avid reader since childhood, you can usually find her devouring a book or stalking the bookstagram hashtag in her lovely apartment surrounded by books. Ali has been blogging since 2006 and she created Dazzled by Books in 2012. Her most recent adventure is making bookish candles for Stub Tail Candle Co., which are sold on Etsy.

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