Title:
Copycat
Author:
Hannah Jayne
ISBN:
9781492647393
Release
Date: July 3, 2018
Publisher:
Sourcebooks Fire
From
the author of The Escape, Twisted, and Truly, Madly, Deadly comes
a chilling new thriller that asks: what happens if your real life
became stranger and deadlier than fiction?
Everyone
is dying to read the latest book in the popular Gap Lake mystery
series, and Addison is no exception. As the novels biggest fan,
she’s thrilled when the infamously reclusive author, R.J. Rosen,
contacts her, giving her inside information others would kill for.
Addison’s
always dreamed of what it would be like if the books were real….
But then she finds the most popular girl in school dead. Murdered.
And realizes that life imitating fiction is more dangerous that
she could have imagined. As other terrifying events from the books
start happening around her, Addison has to figure out how to write
her own ending—and survive the story.
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Thanks
for checking out my stop of this spotlight tour for Hannah Jayne’s
newest YA book, Copycat! If you are into YA Mysteries, then
Hannah Jayne is an author to take a look at. Read below for an
excerpt of Copycat and to enter to win a copy of her book. (US
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·Praise
for Copycat:
“A
twisty rollercoaster ride that mixes fiction with reality and truth
with misconceptions...lovers of mysteries will certainly enjoy this
fast-paced page turner.” —Library
Media Connection
“Addie
and Maya feel authentic; their charming interpersonal dynamic and the
escalating pace of the plot result in a quick read.” —Kirkus
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About the Author:
Hannah
Jayne decided to be an author in the second grade. She couldn’t
spell and had terrible ideas, but she kept at it. Many (many)
years—and nearly twenty books—later, she gets to live her dream
and mainly does it in her pajamas. She lives with her rock-star
husband, baby daughter, and their three overweight cats in the San
Francisco Bay area. She is always on the lookout for a juicy mystery,
an exciting story, or a great adventure.
Social
Media:
Website:
http://www.hannah-jayne.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/Hannah_
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Excerpt
from Copycat:
One
There
was something inordinately creepy about being at school after dark.
The place was deserted—the benches and picnic tables in the quad
looked ominous and foreboding under the flickering yellow lights.
Crystal Lanier shivered and pulled her jacket tighter against an
imaginary chill. The weather was mild at Gap Lake in September; the
days still sunbaked, the nights, like this one, a gentle mix of
fading summer and impending fall. But the bare bones of the deserted
campus had put a chill in the air, and shot a blast of cold right
through Crystal.
“I’m
creeping myself out,” she muttered shifting her books from one arm
to the other.
A
wisp of wind cut through the quad. Crystal was almost sure she heard
someone laughing—a weak, choked giggle, like someone was trying to
swallow it down.
“Hello?”
She
spun, her long black hair fanning over her shoulders. “Is someone
there?” She knew she sounded like every horror movie victim ever,
and her heart hammered in her throat as her skin prickled with beads
of sweat.
This
was Gap Lake, she reminded herself. It was a tiny town where everyone
knew everyone else, and nothing bad ever happened. She was thinking
that when the shadow approached. When he reached out for her long
black hair. She was thinking what a nice, safe place Gap Lake was
when he clamped a hand over her mouth. When he strangled her scream
and drove the needle straight into her throat.
***
“Addison!”
Addison
glanced up and blinked, feeling redness stain her cheeks and ears.
She closed the book slowly, looking around at the two dozen sets of
eyes staring back at her.
“I’m
sorry.”
Mrs.
Lea took two steps forward and held out her hand. Addison cleared her
throat and shifted in her seat.
“The
book, Addison.”
Reluctantly,
Addison handed over the dog-eared book.
“Can
I get it back after class, please?” she asked, her voice meek.
***
Maya
Garcia hiked her backpack over her shoulders and stepped into the
junior hallway. “Okay, how many times has Mrs. Lea taken that thing
from you?”
Addison
shrugged, falling into step with her best friend. “Let’s see,
I’ve read it about fifty-seven times so…fifty-six?”
“You
are the biggest, nerdiest R. J. Rosen fan ever.”
“Hey,
I’m president of his fan club. It’s mainly research.”
Maya
shook her head sadly. “It’s borderline obsessive.”
“Who
you calling borderline?” Addison flashed a wide grin. “It’s not
entirely my fault. Rosen needs to write faster. If he could keep up
with the public’s rabid love for the Gap Lake mysteries, I wouldn’t
need to constantly reread—”
“And
reread and reread. And write massive amounts of fan fiction.”
Addison
rolled her eyes.
“Don’t
get me wrong, Adds. I love the books too, but you’re a teenager.
You need a more destructive hobby to fit in.”
Addison
nodded sagely. “I see where you’re coming from. What do you
suggest?”
“Drinking,
drugs, reckless driving.”
“First
of all, to drive recklessly, I’d have to drive, which I will not.
And as for the other stuff, what am I? A stereotype?”
Maya
narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I feel
like you’re not taking me seriously.”
Addison
stopped at locker 221 and spun the lock, pulling open the metal door.
“I like to read. So what?”
Maya
yanked a handful of books out of Addison’s locker before dumping
them back in again. “So, you should shelve a few hundred of these
books and live in the here and now with the rest of us who have
boyfriends who don’t live only on paper.”
“Number
one, have you read the first Gap Lake book? Not only is Crystal’s
boyfriend, Declan Levy, not a one-dimensional paper product, he may
or may not be responsible for her murder—I vote not. But if that
doesn’t make a rounded character, I don’t know what does.”
“Character,”
Maya enunciated. “That’s the magic word. A character is not a
real person.”
“And
speaking of not real people, who’s this boyfriend of yours you seem
to be referring to?”
A
fierce blush crept across Maya’s olive cheeks. “I didn’t say
that I had a boyfriend. But there are possibilities. Men in the
wings. Plans afoot and so forth and…stuff.”
“‘Plans
afoot’? ‘So forth and stuff’? Who are you?”
Maya
put her hands on her hips. “I’m your best friend, Addie. Remember
me? I’m not a mystery novel, but I’m pretty damn fantastic if I
say so myself.”
Addie
pulled the book back. She gave it a quick kiss, before stashing the
book in her backpack.
Maya
gaped. “Did you just kiss a book? Seriously?”
“It’s
my lifeblood.”
Maya
cocked an eyebrow and Addie shrugged.
“Okay,
so it’s research.”
“Tell
me you still want to be a writer and haven’t decided on serial
killing as a career goal.”
“According
to my father, the latter pays better.”
“How
is the wolf of Wall Street?”
Addie
blew out a sigh. “Buying low, selling high, still wishing his
disappointing daughter had a penis or a power tie.”
“Well,
I know what to get you for Christmas.” Maya stopped dead in her
tracks. “Don’t look, but you’re being ogled. Possibly even
being fantasized about in weird and uber-sexual ways.”
Addie
immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Now I feel
skeevy.”
“I’d
pay a thousand bucks if Spencer Cohen was staring at me that way.”
Addie
shrugged, trying to play it off like she didn’t care. “You need a
life.”
Maya
groaned and shook Addie’s arm. “And you need two feet in reality
or you’re going to prom with a cardboard cutout.”
“If
it’s a cardboard cutout of Declan Levy, sign me up.”
“So
you are into
serial killers.”
“Declan
didn’t do it!”
Maya
rolled her eyes. “Declan totally did it. He killed Crystal, then
did Andy and Rhodes. It’s textbook. I know because I am the
daughter of cops, times two.” She held up two fingers a half inch
from Addie’s nose. “He had motive, opportunity—all those other
CSI words.”
“That’s
what the author wants
you
to think. And you totally fell for it! You are so R. J. Rosen’s
target audience!”
“And
you’re his secret side chick.”
Addie
snorted. “I prefer biggest fan.”
“Well,
it seems like Spencer Cohen is your biggest fan, and he’s coming
over here.”
“Hey,
Addie.” Spencer grinned, one of those three-point grins that hit
his dark-brown eyes, chin dimple, and Crest-white smile.
I’m
not in love with Spencer, she told herself. Infatuation. Puppy
love, maybe. He’s just so cute…
“Hey,
Spencer.”
Maya
stepped forward. “Addie was just telling me how much she loves
water polo. And dancing.”
Addie
blinked. “I was?”
“I
play water polo.” Spencer brightened and Addie gritted her teeth.
She had been to nearly every one of his matches. True, she was
usually up on the last bleacher with her nose in a book, but she
watched whenever Spencer was in the pool. He never even noticed her.
“Yeah,”
she said with a slow nod. “I’ve seen. I mean I know. I know
because I’ve seen you. Not in a weird way, like in a fan way. Not,
like, a weird mega fan or anything but, like, a Hornets fan. You
know.” Addie fisted her hand and punched at the air. “Go team!”
Maya
threaded her arm though Addie’s and gave it a yank. “We have to
go.”
“Why
did you do that?” Addie hissed once they were out of earshot.
“Spencer and I were having a conversation.”
“Have
you ever heard the term dead
in the water?
Because that’s what you were. ‘Go team’?” She shook her head
sadly.
“Did
I sound that bad?”
“Yes,
yes you did.”
Addie
sighed. “See? That’s why I should stick to guys on paper.”
“Oh
honey,” Maya slid an arm over Addie’s shoulders. “At this point
I don’t even think your book boyfriend would talk to you.”
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