Blog Tour ~ Body Parts by Jessica Kapp ~ Guest Post + Giveaway

Blog Tour ~ Body Parts by Jessica Kapp ~ Guest Post + Giveaway

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Welcome to the Blog Tour for Body Parts by Jessica Kapp! Today’s post is filled to the brim with fun things. I got a guest post (about writing) by the author, an excerpt, the usual suspects (book/author information), and a fun giveaway (open INT, so be sure to join!).

First up is the guest post, then the usual suspects, then the excerpt, and then lastly (we go out with a bang) the giveaway!

Let’s get started!

If I Knew Then What I Know Now About Writing
There are so many things I would tell myself if I could go back in time. I’d like to shake the old me, the one who told everyone she wanted to be a writer but put off actually trying. I’d tell her to sit her butt in the chair and get some words on paper. But I wasn’t ready to listen then. I wasn’t ready for the ups and downs of writing.

I didn’t know how hard it was to finish a novel from beginning to end, or how many revisions it took to get a manuscript ready. I didn’t have the first clue as to how to find critique partners. Or how to write a dreaded synopsis. I didn’t know how scary it was to send a query, or how scary it was to open a response from an agent. And after getting an agent, I didn’t realize I had a bigger hill to climb, or that going on submission was such a long and lonely process.

I didn’t know how painful rejections would hurt or how a little praise would make you feel like you could fly. I didn’t realize that no matter how many times I explained the publishing world to my non-writing friends, they would never fully understand. They didn’t know all the sweat and tears and time and swearwords it took to create a novel.

I didn’t know how many writers were out there going through the exact same thing, or that other writers are an author’s greatest support system. I certainly didn’t know how valuable the friendships I’ve made would become.

If I knew then what I know now about writing, would I change anything? No, I don’t think I would. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the journey. It’s an experience that shaped me as I went. And that makes the journey more of an adventure.

People would kill for her body.

Raised in an elite foster center off the California coast, sixteen-year-old Tabitha’s been sculpted into a world-class athlete. Her trainers have told her she’ll need to be in top physical condition to be matched with a loving family, even though personal health has taken a backseat outside the training facility. While Tabitha swims laps and shaves seconds off her mile time, hoping to find a permanent home, the rest of the community takes pills produced by pharmaceutical giant PharmPerfect to erase their wrinkles, grow hair, and develop superhuman strength.

When Tabitha’s finally paired, instead of being taken to meet her new parents, she wakes up immobile on a hospital bed. Moments before she’s sliced open, a group of renegade teenagers rescues her, and she learns the real reason for her perfect health: PharmPerfect is using her foster program as a replacement factory for their pill-addicted clients’ failing organs. And her friends from the center, the only family she’s ever known, are next in line to be harvested.

Determined to save them, Tabitha joins forces with her rescuers, led by moody and mysterious Gavin Stiles. As they race to infiltrate the hospital and uncover the rest of PharmPerfect’s secrets, though, Tabitha finds herself with more questions than answers. Will trusting the enigmatic group of rebels lead her back to the slaughterhouse?

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About the author:

Jessica Kapp enjoys writing Young Adult Contemporary and Speculative Fiction. Story ideas often strike at inopportune times, and she’s been known to text herself reminders from under the covers. She lives on a small farm in Washington with far too many goats and an occasional cow.

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Excerpt Time

The exit door buzzes. My breath catches when I notice it’s not a trainer—it’s Ms. Preen. And, she’s holding a red file, which can only mean one thing.

One of us is getting out.

Her heels make quick, light clicks as she crosses the floor past the weight equipment and yoga mats. She crinkles her nose as she moves through the thick cloud of sweat. By the time she reaches us, Meghan’s out of the pool. We stand, two-dozen bodies huddled together, anxious to hear the news. I scan my friends’ faces, wondering whose turn it is to go. Parker wraps his free arm around me. I imagine this is how a gymnast feels after a routine, waiting for her scores. Did I perform well enough? Could I have done more?

Will I win the ultimate prize: a family?

Ms. Preen presses through to the pool area, but stands far from our group, as if she thinks we’ll throw her in.

It’s crossed our minds before.

The light shines off her blonde bob, and her face is flawless. Freeze-dried, we like to say.

“Where is she?” Ms. Preen looks at our group as if she can’t tell us apart, which is probably true. Even though she pops in at least once a month to check on our vitals, she isn’t interested in getting to know us. She’s the one in charge of pairing us with families, but all she knows is what we’re good at. Meghan is the fast one; Paige climbs like she’s part monkey; Parker’s built like a brick house; and me, I have the lungs.

“The redhead, where is she?”

All eyes turn to me.

“We have names, you know,” Paige says, her voice curt. “Hers is Tabitha. T-A-B…”

Ms. Preen pulls a piece of paper out of the file, holding it up toward the row of skylights to read it. “Yes. She’s the one.”

Parker tightens his hold on me and I clasp my hands together to stop them from shaking. Ms. Preen doesn’t need to know I’m nervous. I’m supposed to be elated, ready to go. Maybe I’ve been fooling myself.

I wiggle out of Parker’s grip to step forward. “That’s me.”

Ms. Preen shoves the paper back into the file. “Get dressed. I’m taking you for your final screening. If you pass, you’ll be out tomorrow.” Her voice is hard and she turns to walk away.

I glance back at the group, at the faces I’ve known since childhood. They’re excited for me, but I can see the disappointment in their eyes. I know the look, because up until today I’ve watched friends leave, waiting for my turn.

Now that it is, I can’t move.

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