Spotlight & Giveaway: The Sooner I Go by Heather Cumiskey

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Heather Cumiskey to HJ!

Hi Heather and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, The Sooner I Go!

 
Hi fellow readers! I’m excited to be here and talk about my new book: The Sooner I Go.
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

It’s a suspenseful new adult romance that’s also a love triangle. Readers are introduced to eighteen-year-old Brynn who’s reeling from the loss of her parents and boyfriend who die tragically on the same night. Grieving and desperate, she sets out to rebuild her life and meets 20-year-old Micah. After a contentious first encounter, they’re both drawn into an unexpected attraction. Things soon become complicated when a mysterious woman (Dahlia) from Brynn’s late boyfriend’s past comes forward with unfinished business that could expose her secrets and destroy her second chance at love.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

Toward the end of the book, after Micah meets his maternal grandparents virtually, he looks over at his mom’s picture and says, “Thank you, Mia . . . Mom. Thank you for giving me life. I’m only sorry you couldn’t stick around.” Then he balls like a baby. That line makes me cry every time because of the culmination of the scene and how he learns that his mom’s family has been loving him from afar for years.

Another is when Micah confronts Brynn at the end and says, “I’ve wrestled with survivor’s guilt all my life because of what happened to my mom. All this time, I thought you did too.” [He] blows out a hard breath. “Not true, is it? You battle something far worse. A guilty conscience.”

As part of Dahlia’s revenge plot, she realizes that all her life she’s stayed quiet for the sake of others and her belief that she’s less than because she grew up in foster care. In her aha moment, she finds her voice:
A sob sticks in my throat. “I miss you so much, Cody.” I lay both hands over my strumming heart. “Thank you, brother. Thank you.”
Fifth-grade Stacey silenced me by calling me trash.
Silas told us to stay silent, to erase our part in and all evidence from that night. While Brynn slithers up to the next guy . . . ready to spread her venom.
I’m done being silenced.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• The character of Dr . Val is inspired my friends I know through Athletes Serving Athletes, an organization I volunteer with that helps individuals living with limited mobility train and participate in mainstream running events.
• I’ve worked as an advertising and marketing copywriter for years. So, creating an ad agency world came easily, including Brynn’s experience pitching a cosmetic client which was inspired by my time as an assistant buyer in retail. How Brynn learns to write copy was also inspired by my own personal experience starting out in advertising.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

When Micah first encounters Brynn in the elevator that fateful morning on his way to work, they don’t directly speak, yet their obvious attraction soon segues into annoyance as Brynn stops to help an elderly woman and makes them both late. Inwardly, Micah is pulled in to her kindness and “light” as he longs for both in his life that he perceives is full of darkness.

When Dahlia first meets Micah, he rescues her $20 tip that blows off the cafe table and onto the NYC street. She’s taken by his good looks and kindness at first. But it’s his odd behavior of talking to himself that keeps her wondering about him and wanting to learn more.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

The scene that gets me everytime is when Micah meets his mom’s parents for the first time. Their response to him is unexpected and doesn’t match what Micah fears will happen. So often we believe the stories we tell ourselves out of fear, not fact.

Another is when Micah realizes that even though his mother may have been taken away from him at birth, the universe had given him other “mothers” in her place throughout his life. That’s a very pivotal scene for him, moving beyond his circumstances and realizing all the good in his life.

Readers should read this book….

If they love YA and NA and enjoy an enemies-to-lovers, love-triangle, angsty romantic suspense set in New York City. Also, if they’re fans of Colleen Hoover, Carly Fortune, Rebecca Yarros, Paige Toon, Abbi Glines, Mia Sheridan, Emily Henry, and Lucy Score.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m excited about this one! One of Us Is Lying meets The Usual Suspects, it’s a YA novel about four delinquents sent to a high school that doesn’t want them who become suspects when a student dies in a school bathroom.
 

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Excerpt from The Sooner I Go:

Chapter 1
Brynn
Elmsford, New York

If Debbie Harry could create magic in the ’70s at CBGB’s, a dingy punk rock club in the East Village, so can we out here in the sticks of Westchester. I fold my arms over my chest and slide my teeth under my thumbnail. My shins ache balancing on these stupid kitten-heel boots. This itchy lace camisole. Another bad idea of Cody’s.
I pull up “the girls” again, staring down the steakhouse-pub patrons while breathing through my mouth. Tonight’s special: wild boar burgers. Not exactly Radio City, is it?
Someone hooks a sweaty arm around me.
I jump back.
Cody extends his phone in his other hand. “You good?” Without waiting for my response, he grips my shoulder and starts filming. “Hello, CB Drunken Waters fans and future Rock and Roll Hall of Fame nominating committee.”
I cringe. He sounds like a game show host.
“Really?” I swat his well-shaped pecs, pumped up from all of his pre-performance pushups. “Next one, be serious.”
“I am.” He bugs out his eyes and the corners of his mouth curl up. “This evening . . .” He raises his voice, surveying the room.
A few heads turn.
“We embark on the first night of our North American . . . uh, East Coast tour . . . wait, I messed up.” He sweeps his sandy-blond tresses from his face, ready for his closeup.
I can see the movie playing in his head. Tonight, he’s Mark Wahlberg in Rock Star.
He lengthens his neck, gooselike, buzzes his lips like the over-the-top thespians at our performing arts high school, winks a mischievous eye at me, and repositions his phone. “I’m here with my girl, Brynn, kicking off the first night of our tour in Elmsford, New York, at the infamous Pete’s Saloon, where many unknown artists have gone on to achieve greatness. CB Drunken Waters will be no different, no doubt. Care to add anything, gorgeous?”
I check his screen. The beachy waves I worked so hard to perfect in my long Lake Placid hair have fallen, much like my boobs have in this old bra.
I press back my shoulders with a sigh. “Tonight . . . they won’t know what hit them.”
The skin between his brows pinches.
“Hey, no time for nerves now.” I smile big enough for the two of us. “We’re going to blow this showcase away. One more thing.” I give him a soft hip check. “I love you.”
He puffs out his chest. A rogue tendril falls over his bottle-green eyes, giving me a glimpse of what he must have looked like as a little boy.
My insides melt.
“You heard her. Tonight, great music and love are in the air.” He bends down and reaches around my thighs.
I fly off the ground, the room becomes a brown blur. I slide down the front of him. The tips of my pointy boots touch down.
His lips part mine, flavoring my mouth with his cinnamon Ice Breakers tongue. He cracks open an eye and readjusts his phone.
“Lovebirds, let’s go.” Adrian, the band’s drummer, throws an imaginary football toward the stage. “We need to be ready to impress tonight’s VIP guests.” He winks at me.
Cody winces, his fingertips drum his forehead. “I may have . . . um . . . mentioned your parents coming to the show.”
I grit my teeth. I’m already freaking out about them coming tonight without the band making a big deal about it. My parents aren’t exactly fans of Cody’s—or mine, at the moment. I didn’t invite them, Cody did. They have a way of ruining everything. “So much for keeping a secret. Don’t worry, I’ll drill Adrian later to learn all of yours.” I bite the inside of my cheek, throw him a look, and step away.
He reels me back in by my hand and plants a kiss on my head.
I close my eyes for a second. The sound of clacking dishes and conversations fades.
The high-back stools at the long wooden bar near the entrance sit vacant; half of the wagon-wheel tables in the rear are still filled with families finishing their meals. Cody said he invited everyone in town he knows, but besides those diners and us, all I see are a couple guys with sunken cheeks and pocket chains tuning their guitars by a speaker and their bored-looking girlfriends, all of whom seem to be glaring at me.
I turn to comment about the weak turnout and catch Cody frowning over his phone.
Our eyes meet.
He slips his cell into his pocket.
I nibble on my half-chewed thumbnail. “What’s up?”
He squeezes my hand and signals to Adrian.
I sigh and head in the opposite direction of the stage.

The ladies’ room muffles the din of Pete’s. I yank the zipper on my bag a few times, unable to budge it. I try again.
Cody says he’s got this. Trust, he said. I do trust him. He’ll come through and we’ll have an amazing opening night . . . with no distractions.
I take a beat, blow out a long breath. The zipper opens. I blend some kohl liner into my upper and lower lashes to make my deep-set eyes pop. I dab on more blush and lip gloss and lift my lashes to the shiny-eyed girl staring back, the one who snagged the talented and oh-so-handsome singer-guitar player before those little groupies got to him. I see the way they gape.
I head back out into the main room to find that more bands have arrived, including an all-girl trio in cropped leather jackets and short skirts, their hair slicked back.
I stop by the side of the stage—a rectangular riser with brass railings, very 1980s.
Cody fiddles with a snapped guitar string. “Guys, I need a sec.” He exits the platform. His brows pull together when he sees me. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t bring any extras.”
“What about the other guitarists, or another band?” I tilt my head, unable to snag his gaze.
“I got this. I’ll have someone run me down to the music store in Dobbs Ferry. Twenty minutes, tops.”
“Cody . . .” I bite my lip.
His head jerks up, mouth sprung open.
My pulse thuds in my ears. I lower my gaze and stuff my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. A feeling wells up inside me, like I’m waiting for the floor to drop.
We’re so close now. Trust. Cody’s got this.
I kick the scuffed wood floor. “Never mind.”
He lifts my chin and cocks his head until I muster a smile. When I do, his lips graze the side of my head.
I close my eyes, lean into his warmth, and breathe in the sweet musk of his sweat.
Our foreheads rest on one another’s like the first night we kissed. The night his fluttering flock of admirers at school fell away, because he’d chosen me.
I exhale.
“The sooner I go . . .” His voice is low, soothing.
My throat goes dry as I swallow. “The sooner you’ll be back.”
My chin drops to my chest; something tugs at me inside.
Wait.
My breath gets stuck in my throat when I see him already halfway across the restaurant. “Cody!” I call, but the soundcheck on stage drowns me out.
I rush after him. My right heel slips, kicking my leg up like it belongs to a Rockette. The wood beams on the ceiling slide into view. Somehow, my butt doesn’t hit the floor. I twist around in time to catch a glimpse of his blond hair flowing over the back of his hoodie before the door to the street clanks shut.
My feet don’t move.
He’ll be back. He said he will.
Twenty minutes, tops.

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Book Info:

Seven months after her boyfriend and parents die tragically on the same night, eighteen-year-old Brynn—once an aspiring singer, now desperate for any paying gig that will keep her from ending up on the streets—sets out to rebuild her shattered world. At her new ad agency job, she’s distracted by enigmatic twenty-year-old Micah. Their enemies-to-lovers attraction ignites as both struggle with secrets that could jeopardize far more than just their budding relationship.

After things turn romantic with Brynn, Micah’s psychosis becomes harder to conceal. Living with his disorder has cost him relationships before, including with his estranged father; now he fears Brynn will become the next casualty.

Things are already complicated enough before a mystery girl from Brynn’s boyfriend’s past comes forward with threatening information and unfinished business of her own. Will she reveal Brynn’s secret—and steal Micah away from her in the process?
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Meet the Author:

Heather Cumiskey is the award-winning author of the popular YA crossover titles I Like You Like This and I Love You Like That. She writes about messy characters and social issues in the hopes that her books will spark compassion and conversation. Raised in Garden City, New York, she was working in fashion in New York City when she rediscovered her first love of writing. Heather now lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, with her family and a spunky cockapoo named Waffles.
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