Interview

What is the working title of your next book?

I have two books in the works Barbie World the second installment in the Baby Doll series and another book that does not have a title yet.
Where did the idea come from for the book?

Barbie was a character from another story I was working on but she trumped the main characters so much that she needed her own book.
What genre does your book fall under?

Young adult Contemporary Romance.

 
What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

Taylor Momsem and Douglas Booth 

What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

A story of deep emotions, that touch on issues of love, pain, heartache, and the true meaning of friendship.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

As of now it will be self-published but that can always change.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

3 months.
What other books would you compare this to within your genre?

If I had to pick a cousin to my book it would be The Secret of Ella and Micha by Jessica Sorensen.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

The larger than life personality of Barbie the Character inspired me.

What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest? 

 Barbie Girl is like an onion, when you start to read you will peel back layers of her story. The reader will learn that Barbie is the complete opposite of her namesake.

 

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My top picks for 2012

1. B.B face cream by L'Oreal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I found this little miracle  on sale at my local Ulta and thought I would try it( my skin is super sensitive and prone to breakouts) and became quickly obsessed. It goes on smooth giving my skin a nice air brushed look, it also corrects as it hides imperfection, and never clogs my pores.

 

 

2.Starbucks Caramel Brulee Latte,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I get mine with soy :) Yummm O.  This is my go to drink for writing, coffee can get old with the same old, same old, cream and sugar. This drink makes me think I am having something special and gets the creative bunnies bouncing.

 

 

3.  Nyx Mood changing lip gloss,

This was one of those things I thought would be fun to try and for lees then five bucks it is a bargain.  You can change your lip gloss color with a smack of the lips. It goes on clear and quickly changes color and does not get sticky.

 

 

4. opal(Lux, #3) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My new book boyfriend is Daemon Black, while he can be a bit of a jerk he is also totally swoon worthy! Like other Lux fans I waited impatiently for the newest book in the Lux series and was not disappointed, the last few pages left me on the edge of my seat screaming NOOOOO! and wanting more. Bravo Jennifer

 

5. Beautiful disaster by Jamie McGuire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The title of this book explains it all have you ever seen a disaster and did not want to look but couldn't stop? Well that describes Travis and Abby relationship. Jamie had me one moment loving these beautifully written character's and the next hating and cursing them. I was so absorbed in both Abby and Travis I could not put it down until the last page.

 

 

6. Life of Pi

 

 

I have not read the book but the movie was absolutely wonderful, it was spiritual and motivating. I loved Pi and Richard Parker.

 

 

 

 7. Diary of a wimpy kid dog days of summer.

Okay so I see a lot of kid movies :) I love this series and the movies because this is my family. The Heffley boys are my brothers! Rodrick( Devon Bostick) is my brother Seth they even look alike. So if you want a movie that will make you laugh that the whole family can see this is it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8. Ugg's

 

I got my first pair of Ugg's for Christmas! I LOVE them! they are warm and fluffy inside and look great with jeans or leggings. Oh and here is a little trick from my sister buy them from the Ugg's outlet online to save some money. I heart Ugg's and I am already dreaming of my next pair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9. Red by Taylor Swifts 

So her whole entire album rocks but "Red" is on repeat as I work on Barbie World it describes how Barbie feels about Dylan.

 

 

 

10. Trouble by Taylor Swift

This song is also on repeat as I work on Barbie World and NO it does not have to do with Dylan ;)

 

 

 

11. Tumblr

I stumbled upon tumblr, and became obsessed it is so fun it is kind of like Pintrist and a blog rolled into one. Some people stick to themes and others like me just post things that strike their fancy. So follow me I will follow you back:)

http://authorheidiacosta.tumblr.com/

 

 

12. Book Bloggers

I have said it before and I will say it again book bloggers Rock! I have meet the nicest most passionate book people in the world and those are book bloggers. Here is a few of my favorites, but everyday my list grows. 

 

http://haleyeliseread.blogspot.com

 

http://frombowstobooks.blogspot.com

 

http://wordspelunking.blogspot.com

 

http://iheartyabooks.blogspot.com

 

http://mnkbooklife.blogspot.com

 

 

http://booksaremywayofliving.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

Barbie Girl, chapter 1

Chapter 1.
Unpredictable

Her words are an arrow shot straight at my heart. It’s as if she is speaking only to me, even though I am sitting in a crowded auditorium and she speaks to all of us. I love each note; I love each piece of red hair sending tiny dancing rainbows into the crowd as the light hits it. I love the way the corner of her mouth tilts up in a slight smile. I love everything about her.

I am supposed to be calling lighting cues up to Third, but I am stunned by the words that she sings, they ring around me. Magical. Her song is like tiny birds serenading me.

The first time I saw Katie, she had just moved to Phenix City. Walking into class like a scene right out of one of those sappy teen romance movies. Violins playing behind her as she floated in. Her red hair pulled in a low bun, an escaped strand blowing gently across her porcelain skin. As she was introduced to the class, she looked right at me. Her light green eyes pinned me in my seat. I could not breathe, my heart stopped beating. I had truly never seen someone so beautiful before. I have been in love with her ever since.

With each passing day that drones on, I fall more for her. She is smart, beautiful, and funny. At least, I assume she is. When I watch her passing by in the hall, all her friends are laughing, and Katie is smiling like she has a joke ready on her lips. Every day that I watch her, I ache to touch her, to talk to her, to be part of the joke. Every day I find another reason to fall more in love with her. I sound like a stalker, but I can’t help it. She is the perfect girl for me. And one day soon, I am going to tell her exactly how I feel. But for now, I have barely managed to pluck up enough courage to say a few words to her, “Can I borrow a pen?” or “Good luck on the test!” But by the end of this year, I am determined to take things further. More than a few empty words!

“Hello! Earth to Dylan! Stop checking out Katie Bloom’s ass and read me the cues. Should I go brighter?” Third blinds the stage with a bright light. Shouts erupt around the stage, “Knock it off, man! Just put the rose-colored light on Katie.” The stage softens in a pink glow; but the glare coming from Katie is bright white.

Laughter fills my ear piece. “Dude, she thinks you’re an asshole,” Third snorts. “Now you ain’t ever getting in her pants.”

Third is both my best friend and the most obnoxious person I know. He goes through phases like he changes his underwear. Now he is in his street phase, down to the fake diamond chain, saggy pants, and his occasional street terms he got off the “Jersey Shore.” No matter how hard he tries, he will always be the overweight kid who gets shoved into the locker on a regular basis. We have been best friends ever since he tried to stop the entire eighth-grade wrestling team from shoving my scrawny little sixth-grade body into the dumpster. That only resulted in both of us spending the rest of third period in the dumpster behind the cafeteria. He has had my back since. No matter how annoying he is, he is still my best friend. We have been pushed into lockers, threatened to have our asses kicked, and have been called loser and other endearing names together.

“Shut up! You have no clue what you’re talking about! Besides, Katie is not that type of girl. You don’t just get into her pants.” She is perfect. She is perfect for me.

“Katie might not be that type of girl, but here comes someone that is, and me want in those pants.” The caveman version of him begins to rear its crude head. I look to where Third had the light pointed. Bathed in a bright white light making her look otherworldly stood Barbie Starr in all her glory. She is posed with her hands on her hips, black combat boots tapping. Searching the room for her next victim. And she found him. Her eyes narrow as she hones in on me.

I slide down in my chair trying to avoid eye contact. “Damn, that girl is hot.”

I can practically hear the drool falling from Third’s mouth. “What do you think she wants?” I groan.

Wherever Barbie is, you can guarantee trouble is not far behind her, she is the most screwed-up girl in Lee County. “Probably looking for a place to get high,” I mumble into my headpiece. Barbie is known for two things around Central, partying and hooking up.

“Send her up in the box with me, man. I’ll take care of her,” Third begs.

The cast begins to stumble over their lines as they glance nervously toward Barbie. Even Ms. Rita can’t help but glance in her direction. She is like a car accident you don’t want to look at it, but you can’t help but assess the damage.

Barbie starts to walk in my direction. Her green, plaid mini-skirt is so short that I am not even sure it can be still classified as a skirt. She has on a tight, black tank top that exposes a gold belly button ring. Torn fishnet stockings with knee-high combat boots completes her look. That cannot be in the dress code. Her big, freaky blue eyes are lined in heavy black liner, and they are fixed on me. I am frozen in my seat. A predator holding its prey before the attack, and I am the prey. Crap. She walks up the aisle in front of me, flipping her long, bleached blond hair with one hot pink strip over her shoulder. “Dylan Knight?” Her voice is a knife slicing clean through me. I nod, too stunned to talk.

“Dude, she knows your name! Get her number and you are my hero,” Third chirps in my ear.

“Umm…yeah…that’s me,” I choke out. My heart feels like it is about to take flight leaving a gaping hole in my chest as I wait for her next move with an anxious stare.

She smiles at me, but that smile reads more like she is the Greek goddess Ishtar. She is either going to step over the seat and start making out with me or strangle me. I hope for the second and make it quick. “Well, today is your lucky day.” She leans over and grips the back of the chair with her black-chipped finger nails, giving me a full view of her cleavage.

“Dude, this is so hot! I have a movie that starts out like this. If she steps over that chair and rips off your clothes, I am going to film it.” Third is definitely drooling actually the whole theater has fallen silent. I do not look but I know all eyes are on us. Or maybe they are on Barbie’s ass.

“You can totally see down her shirt! What color is her bra?” Third begs.

“Red,” I answer.

She glares at me. “What?”

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, and make eye contact with her again. “Why is today my lucky day?” I change the subject crossing my arms across my chest and try to match her glare with one of my own.

“You get to tutor me in Math.” She holds out her arms like she has just given me the best gift ever.

“Holy crow, dude, you got to do it! For all things virgin, you got to do it. She totally is going to screw your brains out, and you have to videotape it for me!” I shake my head trying to rid Third’s annoying voice in my head.

“No,” I manage with more conviction than I feel.

“No?” Her eyes narrow into tiny slits.

“Dylan! Bro, you are killing me,” Third groans. “Listen, man, you are not thinking with the right head. Listen to the little man down below! You HAVE to tutor her, and report every dirty detail back to me.” Third is back to begging.

“Well, are you a tutor or not?” she snaps. The room is so silent that you can hear a pin drop. I glance at the stage, big mistake, Katie sends death rays in my direction or maybe they are meant for Barbie. I cannot tell, but this can’t be good. Could she be jealous? We don’t speak much even though we are in all the same classes together. Girls, I never will get them.

“Yes I am…but I am not taking any more clients.” Actually I have not tutored anyone in a while. I am sure as hell not tutoring crazy.

“Idiot! Do you have any idea what could happen to your reputation if you let her de-virgin you?” Third reminds me. Yeah, this girl has it in her power to ruin whatever little social life I happen to have. “Katie might finally know your name.” Third says. Katie knows my name? Right? I glance back at the stage to where Katie is talking to that douche bag Tyler.

“Fine I will tutor you.” I know I will end up regretting this, but if there is a chance that Katie will recognize me… Her face softens and her freaky alien eyes go back to their normal size. I rip out a piece of the cue paper and jot down my address and phone number.

“Thanks, hot stuff.” She takes the paper out of my hand and folds it in a messy square before stuffing it into her bra. She stands up straight and looks up at the box and says, “It is red with black hearts.” She winks and slowly saunters out of the auditorium.

There is silence, the whole room in a state of shock. I think Third might have keeled over and died.

“Dylan, read the cues,” Mrs. Rita snaps. She is wearing the same look of astonishment on her face that I feel. I cannot read the cues because they are in Barbie’s red bra with black hearts. What just happened? Did I just agree to tutor Barbie?

“Man, what you are going to do?” Third stuffs a whole Twinkie in his mouth. That is impressive.

“I don’t know, but that girl is freaking crazy,” I groan, running my hand through my hair.

“Yeah, but she is like the hottest girl in school.” Third points out.

“She is not the hottest girl in school, she is the easiest girl in school,” I correct him.

Third takes out another Twinkie from the plastic wrapper. “Name one girl hotter than Barbie? And not the sweet girl-next-door look, like Katie, I mean hot! Like dripping sex hot!” He says before devouring another Twinkie.

“Okay, so Barbie is hot in a stripper kind of way.” I agree with him. She has that long, bleached blond hair, and big blue eyes, and these pouty lips that make you wonder if they are as soft as they look. Third grabs a cheese burger from his plate.

“Her boobs are freaking huge,” Third groans.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I am a guy, how could I not notice? I shake my head trying to clear the images in my head. How could I not notice she practically shoved them in my face?

“You got to bang her,” Third points a greasy finger in my direction.

“Bang her! Who freaking talks like that?” I throw one of his Twinkies at him.

“Hey! My mom packed those.” He scoops up the rest of his stash protectively.

“Hey, boys.” Barbie’s voice cuts in. It has a low and sexy quality to it. How long has she been behind us? She pulls up a chair next to me. She locks eyes with me and stares. Making me uncomfortable, but I will not be the first to look away. I swallow the lump in my throat and stare back. “Look, we need to figure out the terms of this tutoring thing,” she says flicking her long hair over her shoulder.

More uncomfortable staring. Damn, does she ever blink? She has these weird, intense blue eyes that are huge, almost like one of those plastic dolls Emmy is always trying to talk Mom into buying her.

Reaching over the table, she picks up a burger off Third’s tray and takes a bite, which puts him to shame. “I can’t pay you,” she says over a mouth full of food.

“I charge ten dollars an hour, but I am sure we can work out a deal,” I shoot back. I usually charge ten bucks an hour but I have done it once before for five dollars. Of course, the student was in first grade and not a raging loon.

“So what, you want me to like show you my boobs or something?” I choke on my chocolate milk. Third is shaking his head “yes” fiercely. “Or make out with you?” she points the burger at me. Her eyes still remain unblinking.

“I know how about I pretend I am your girlfriend, boost your popularity.” What? She continues, “How about I say we did it, that you rocked my world, you know…” She leans back in her chair and kicks up her long booted legs onto the table.

“No!” I get my voice back, and look away, I blink. “I don’t want you to ‘pretend’ to be my girlfriend.” I make air quotes around pretend.

She smiles, “I am not really going to be your girlfriend.” She laughs like being my girlfriend is incongruous.

“This is a cafeteria. Do you mind?” I glance at her feet. Now, she is starting to grate on my last nerve.

“Not at all,” She smiles at me.

“What does pretending to be his girlfriend entitle him to? Just out of curiosity,” Third inserts himself into the conversation. I can practically see the perverted wheels of his mind turning.

“Look, I don’t want you to pretend that you are my girlfriend or pretend to do ‘it’ with me,” I say before she can answer his question. This girl is trouble, she is probably higher than a kite right now, and I do not want to get more involved than I already am.

“I am not really going to do it with you.” She rolls her eyes. “I tell you what, how about I let you feel me up,” she gives me a wink.

Holy crap. Third is really drooling. “Marry me,” Third in his comatose state says dreamy-eyed. If anyone knows how to get attention, it is Barbie. She swings her legs down and perches her chin in her hands ignoring the puddle of drool that is forming under Third.

“Remember the time you made me eat that roly-poly?” she looks at me innocently.

“What? No.” Of course I do, it was the first and only time I was ever in the Principal’s office.

We were in kindergarten. Her hair was not blonde like it is now, but a mousey brown that she wore down her back in two long braids. I always had this weird desire to yank on them to see what would happen, to see if she would smile and laugh, or maybe punch me. She was known for beating up the boys, but she never did touch me. I was jealous. I didn’t know any better. I was six years old.

Every day during recess I would chase her; she never let me catch her. None of the other girls let me chase them like she did. She was always faster than me, flittering just out of my reach. I wanted to catch her so badly.

Then one day I got the flu. A week later, when I got back to school, Billy Nichols was chasing her, pulling on her braids and she was laughing. I had to do something drastic! So I found a roly-poly and hid in the slide. Popping out when she ran by, I caught her and stuffed the little bug in her mouth. It was the first and last time I caught her. Ok, I didn’t say it was a smart choice. But I needed something drastic and like I said I was six. When I got off her, she finally punched me, right in the nose so hard that I saw stars. To make it worse, she tattled on me, getting me in trouble. I was the only boy she ever told on.

I rub at the bump on my nose. I always swore it was from her. “Why did you stop chasing me?” She is looking at me with those alien eyes.

“What? I… it was…I… Billy…you punched me, and I got in trouble…what does this have to do with tutoring?” My checks are burning.

“I know, Katie Bloom,” Third says throwing his hands in the air like he just unlocked the key to the universe, or at least, mine.

“What?” We both look at him.

“What does this have to do with Katie Bloom?” I snap, irritated.

“Ahhh, Katie Bloom. Goodie two shoes, straight as an arrow, with a freak underneath. You’re in love with her.” She points at me an all-knowing smile on her face. “And I can help you get her,” she says nonchalantly like we are talking about the weather and not the girl of my dreams.

“What…no I am not in love with her,” I protest. “And she is not. She is a lady, unlike some people I know,” I give her a convicting look.

She looks at me like she is trying to read something that is not there. “Katie Bloom is a little bit of a psycho.” Her voice raises an octave, and my face is on fire.

“Will you keep it down! She is sitting right over there and can hear every word you are saying,” I hiss.

I steal a glance nervously in Katie’s direction. She is not even paying attention to our table. She is too busy laughing at Tyler. Douche bag. I should be the one making her laugh. “You don’t even know her. She is smart, and kind, and pretty,” I say in a hushed tone. I am filled with images of Katie gliding past me, always with text books in her hand, a halo around her auburn head. I love her. I love her. I love her.

Barbie throws her hands in the air, “Okay, lover boy, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You get me a passing grade on the next test in Gregor’s class, and I will help you get into Katie Bloom’s pressed pants.”

Even though it feels like I am selling my soul to the devil, I agree.

“How exactly are you going to do that?” I lean over to her. Her blue eyes glisten with a scheme.

“I have my ways,” she leans close to me, licking her pouty lips. She licks her lips, and I start to lean closer mesmerized by her shiny wet lips.

“This is going to be awesome,” I jerk back in my seat as Third chimes in, breaking my lock on those lips. Thanks a lot. Asshole.

“So why don’t you wear glasses anymore?” she asks. That is what’s on her mind? This girl is freaking crazy! I spend the rest of the day not concentrating on school, but how to get out of a deal I somehow got tricked into by the she-devil Barbie.

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Book 2 Barbie World coming this Summer 2013!!!