Author
Bio: Jennifer Cie is a Tennessee native who loves taking
aimless road trips, taste testing whiskey and low grade tequila—for science,
and writing about social issues in everyday life. Self-proclaimed writer of
“two cups of morning coffee” length books, Cie is the author of the fictional
work Memphis Rain, creative non-fiction memoir Burn It, and the upcoming collection
of short stories entitled Down On The Other Street.
When she is not getting lost driving across state
lines, you can find her rambling about book formatting, poor life decisions,
and everything in between on her blog: www.journeytopaperback.com.
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@JenniferCie1
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Artist: Najla Qambers
Publisher: Self-published
Blurb(s):
Long winded, unemployed, and timid, on the first date Brendan
Bloom is already in love. Comfortably arched over his body, Ryan contemplates
murder. Cold, necklace gleaming against the pale tint of her collarbone, the
passenger could have mercy. Not a little black book, but a faded love letter
out from under the sheets. Some romances ignite on sight, others flare at the
base of waterless tubs soaked in agitation. Rooted in the South, this collection
of short stories delivers five electric confessions of love, sexuality, and
identity across time.
Excerpt:
“You’re not asking
someone studied—you know? I guess the rough kind of good. Like when you floss your
teeth till your gums bleed. Hurts a bit, but the taste and feel are good to
you.”
My first “real” talk
came from you in 1992. I was fourteen sitting on the edge of my father’s
leather recliner watching you cut the edges off a peanut butter sandwich. You
didn’t have any tattoos back then. You had on this red sweater with blue
stripes swishing through it. That pesky string of acne was still running down
your right cheek when you offered me half of the sandwich.
“Anna. Why do you want
to know about sex—from me?”
I wanted to tell you
that the walls in my house had grown thin. Even with the stretches of
screeching cars passing by and gargled whispers from the Mississippi River
outside, I could hear everything tiptoeing inside. The high pitched turned
guttural shrieks the women in my brother’s magazines evoked. The sound of the
calluses on his hands attacking flesh like rubberized sandpaper; then, the
wheezing attack followed by a hushed “guuu-ah” and tissues sopping up warm
ooze. The late-night lullaby to my summers had changed, and I wanted to know
the words.” –Excerpt from Intellectuals Are Fools
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