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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Down on the Other Street Volume 2 by Jennifer Cie




I asked Jennifer what inspired her to write this story, and this is what she had to say:


Originally, I had no intention of making a collection of short stories. I was having a "tell me I should do this" conversation with a friend of mine about a piece I was nervous about writing, which eventually became Volume I's "The Blue Bullet", and, they way she talked about needing visibility in books led me to writing this series. After that talk, I knew I wanted to have a series focusing predominantly on women and sexuality. I wanted to write something that the younger me would've liked to read, or simply know was in existence--and maybe even feel that identifying with it was more than okay. Down On The Other Street, as a series, is all about creating story-lines that address that want.  


Many thanks for hosting me today, 

Jennifer Cie



Blurb(s):

Scars dripping over broken skin and whispers silenced, there can be no point of return. Wrapped in the ripples of warm waters, staring down at unkempt mountains, Stefanie can feel the thrum of the old world’s song. The first conversation, stained into ceramic cups and shadows in the night, gave birth to the last confession. Before metal bars clanged shut or chanting grew quiet, there was the woman with the violet smile. Somewhere in the gaggle of exposed bodies, worn cassettes and children’s fairy tales, he is waiting for the red coat. Woven together through trials of sexuality, political dissonance, and self-discovery, this heady collection of six short stories examines who we become after finding love

Pages or Words: 152 pages, 29,122 words

Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Fiction, New Adult, Romance

Excerpt:
Sofia Aguilar changed that.
I literally fell into her at a restaurant in East Memphis. I was there with a friend who swore that little shack had the best hot wings in the city. I don’t recall if that was true. I just remember tasting her.
I tripped over a chair while coming out of the bathroom and landed in her lap, with my lips drilled into her shoulder. It was a sweet kind of salty, like brown sugar thrown on top of salted nuts. I tried apologizing. She grinned at me and rubbed my back.
The warmth returned.
Each glance at her grin-turned-smirk, dark brown eyes, or touch of her hand swirling electric heat into my skin brought on even stronger flushes than before. She knew it too. The way she cooed, “Amor? Está bien,” as if her lap was my rightful place, as if we were lovers, could only have been an effort to make me combust.
When I finally lifted myself off of her, hoping there were no signs of what I was feeling, she held my hand. She pulled me close, whispered that she was happy about my fall, and slipped a napkin with her number written on it into my hands.

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About the author:

Jennifer Cie is a Tennessee native who loves taking aimless road trips and diving into social issues through her writing. A fan of poorly playing tennis, using snail mail, and longing for the return of Brach's Red Twist, when she is not indulging her guilty pleasure of taste testing whiskey and low grade tequila—for science, you can find her rambling about poor life decisions, book formatting, and everything in between on her blog:www.journeytopaperback.com

Where to find the author:

Twitter: @JenniferCie1

Publisher: Jennifer Cie
Cover Artist: Najla Qamber

Tour Dates & Stops:
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Down on the Other Street by Jennifer Cie





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.

Author Links:

Twitter: @JenniferCie1

Cover 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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