Author Ava Martell gets just a little bit Quick & Quirky with MFRW.
Ava Martell was born on Friday the 13th, but always believed in making her own luck and writing her own story. She's a firm believer that love really does conquer all, but sometimes you have to take the long way around to get there. If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
The mountains. A quiet cabin surrounded by pine trees and snow is pretty much my dream.
If you were stranded on a tropical island, who would it be with?
My husband. He's the funniest person I know so we'd never be bored, and he can build just about anything, so he'd be able to get us off the island eventually!
What is your secret guilty pleasure?
The Food Network. It doesn't matter if I even like what they're cooking on the show, I just love watching cooking shows.
Ebook or paperback?
Like my main character, I travel light so ebooks are definitely my choice. Nothing can beat being able to carry an entire library in my purse.
City life or country life?
I grew up in small towns in New England before moving to Austin, TX a few years ago. I love the city, but I'm a small town girl at heart. I love the intimacy of getting to know the whole town.
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
The kitchen is the center of my house, so if I was a tool, I'd be a teakettle. Summer or winter, I love sitting down with a pot of tea and a good friend or a good book. I have the best conversations over tea!
What song would best describe your life?
""The Long Way Around"" by the Dixie Chicks. I've lived a lot of places and tried and failed at a lot of different endeavors over the years. It took me some time, but I finally feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Tell us about your newest book.
First Man is a Mainstream New Adult Romance.
Throw out the rules. Let the sparks fly. And pray for a happily ever after. . .
Adam Edwards drifts in the wide world, searching for his next adventure. When his journey around the globe brings him to America he finds a love he never expects and a loss he can't endure.
Ember Pierson is 18 and counting down the days until graduation frees her from small town life. Everything changes when Adam rolls into town and takes a job teaching high school English, and Ember hatches a plan. . .
Here's a REVIEW of Ava's FIRST MAN
Mandy at Amazon - I knew nothing going into this book except for the fact that there was a teacher/student dynamic. This book was so much more than that. It's a fast-paced story about love, loss and trying to find your home. It was such a beautiful story that made me cry when I least expected it. It's hard to write a review for this because I don't want to give any of the story away so all I will say is that I loved this book, it was beautiful and amazing and I highly recommend it!
Enjoy an EXCERPT!
My name is Ember. He always liked my name.
When I knew him as Mr. Edwards, he’d always put a curious emphasis on the first syllable, drawing out the second like a breath. When I knew him as Adam, he whispered my name against my skin, “Ember Ember Ember” hidden in sighs and moans.
That was not the expected reaction, I know. If I wasn’t a vixen, I was supposed to be an innocent. I was supposed to sit in court and cry and say, “Your Honor, I didn’t want to sleep with my English professor, but he said he’d fail me if I didn’t.” I was supposed to cry and ask my mother and father for forgiveness. I was supposed to be sorry.
I was not sorry. Not then, and especially not now.
I was sorry that we were caught and that he left town because he felt like a criminal who had ruined me. I was sorry that I spent a year of my life thinking he regretted knowing me, because I never regretted a moment with him.
After everything blew up in our faces, my parents sent me to therapy because I needed to find some way to get over my “horrible ordeal.” My therapist wore suffocating perfume and spoke in a little-girl voice that infuriated me. She insisted that I keep a journal to “work through my misplaced anger.”
That’s what everyone thought, that I was a stupid little girl who let myself be taken advantage of. I was a victim, lashing out at the people that had saved me from the big, bad English teacher. None of them would believe that I’d been the one pursuing him from the beginning. Good girls didn’t do things like that.
No one told me that I had to be a good girl forever.
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