Bad Taste in Boys

No, this post isn't a rehashing of my cringeworthy love life in my 20's before I met and married super-hubby (that's for another post. Someday. If we have time. Maybe). No, this post is about Bad Taste in Boys. As in the book! I'm sure you all have heard me mention awesome-sauce writer Carrie Harris a time or two. I've been following her blog for a couple years now, and not only is she hilarious, talented and a little wrong in the head (a quality I look for in most people I associate with), but I recently discovered that we live near each other, which means there's a remote possibility that I might be able to meet her in person in the near future, which would allow me to prove to super-hubby once and for all that my blogging friend aren't really creepy, toothless dudes with a stash of human heads in their freezers*.

Carrie has been busting her writing hump for many years and now all her hard...ummm...hump busting has paid off and her debut novel, Bad Taste in Boys, is coming out on July 12th!! Here's the scoopage:

 

 

 

 

 

Someone’s been a very bad zombie.

Super-smartie Kate Grable gets to play doctor, helping out her high school football team. Not only will the experience look good on her college apps, she gets to be this close to her quarterback crush, Aaron. Then something disturbing happens. Kate finds out that the coach has given the team steroids. Except . . . the vials she finds don’t exactly contain steroids. Whatever’s in them is turning hot gridiron hunks into mindless, flesh-eating . . . zombies.

Unless she finds an antidote, no one is safe. Not Aaron, not Kate’s brother, not her best friend . . . not even Kate . . .

It’s scary. It’s twisted. It’s sick. It’s high school.

So Miss Carrie is having a contest/raffle/double dog dare on her blog to get the word out about Bad Taste in Boys.  The challenge was to get those super cool sugar lips from her book cover out for all to see. My initial idea was to paste a set of those sugary babes onto a pacifier and have baby girl hold it in her mouth while I snap a picture. But apparently, this was too much to ask. She wanted to grab, rip and throw said pacifier across the room. And when I tried to gently force the issue by putting a little applesauce on the sucky part, she thought I was trying to cram a rabid piranha into her mouth. So, that idea got shelved and I had to go to plan b - mess around with iMovie for an afternoon. This was intimidating because the hubs does this kind of thing for a living. But here it is. (Yes, my photoshop work is crude. I am aware.)

...and then, of course, girl child and I with sugar lips:

(It just dawned on me right now that this would have been a perfect excuse to eat massive amounts of sugar donuts.  Wow...what's wrong with me?)

Anyhoo, go buy the book (and some donuts), kay??

*I guess I can't say for sure that Ms. Harris doesn't have human heads in her freezer, but if she did, it would be for research purposes only.