Monday, April 14, 2014

INTERVIEW: Mia Kerick and #Giveaway!

Mia never learns! Today we've dragged Mia Kerick BACK to The Hat Party where she rocks out her Celtics cap! Mwahah! No one can stay away from the party. HATS!

Hello Mia and welcome BACK to The Hat Party <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself (again! You never learn!) to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!



You are rocking the YA world—how does it feel?

Rocking the YA world? I don’t know. Maybe I am swaying it slightly… It feels good to experience success at doing something into which I put so much effort. Of course “some” success makes me want “more” success so it puts a bit of pressure on me to make sure that my next book is as good as the last one. But even with the pressure, I’ll take the success!
What is your deepest fear as a writer?

So, you are asking me what my nightmares are? There is one that comes to mind. I think because I take risks as a writer-Us Three is a perfect example as it is a Young Adult  m/m/m threesome- I worry that readers/other writers/ reviewers will rush to judgment  on the topic and will not give the beauty of the love story a chance.  In Us Three, three boys from very different social groups in high school, are placed together in a group project and their eyes are opened to one another’s truest traits. There is a great deal of brutal bullying in this story, which is the catalyst that serves to bring these boys together. If you judge the book harshly “I don’t like threesomes” then you will miss an eye-opening love story that just so happens to involve three very innocent, very injured young adults.
A reading-level specific virus has rendered you INCAPABLE of ever, ever again writing YA. What. Do. You. Do?

Then I sing YA. Or I chant YA. Or I sign YA. Or I story-tell YA.

By the way, is printing YA different than writing YA? Because if it is different and I can still do that, then I print YA.

How have you personally changed over the last year of publication?

I do not think I have changed significantly in terms of my personality.  I still seek approval, I still doubt myself, I am still in awe of many authors, I still want to help authors I believe in to reach their goals.  But some small aspects of me have changed, for example I can’t obsess over each and every rating like I used to because I have now published 8 books and it would be a logistical nightmare if I tried to worry about each and every review.

If you could have a wild diva moment with absolutely no consequences, what would you do/throw/demand?

I am not much of a partier- and I like to be alone. SO, my big diva moment would be spent alone in my backyard on the pool deck (sunshine would be demanded). I know, alone, how strange- but that is what this diva would demand. I would be drinking a mocha latte with an extra shot of espresso, eating double chocolate biscotti, and there would be NO annoying bugs flying around me. (Someone would have seen to it that the zone was debugified without my having to ask and without the debugifier having had to squish a single bug. I would have a clear conscience, as I’d know that no bugs had been killed in the creation of my diva-moment-zone.) Music would be playing and it would be loud- it would be my inspirational playlist from  www.miakerick.com and I would demand that Say Something by A Great Big World play in between every song.  (LOVING SAY SOMETHING lately and since I’M THE DIVA HERE…) My laptop would be on my lap and I’d be writing a future YA bestseller, but for some diva-like reason I would insist that I not get tan lines from the computer and someone would make that happen. And there would be palm trees all around my pool. Even though it is New Hampshire.

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!) (Yes. AGAIN.)

Um… slightly over. Yes. AGAIN.

He was still my lover. Broken, maybe, but he was the person I desired. The one I wanted to please in bed, and I’d get that done using any means it took. He was stretched out beside me, completely naked on the bed, the mottled bruising of the skin on his chest shimmering like snakeskin in the moonlight. I knew he wouldn’t want me to look down upon his once-smooth skin and feel pity, or disgust. And, at the moment, I didn’t experience either of these feelings. Leaning up on a single elbow and seeing his now-speckled skin, which was laced with yellowish-brown healing bruises and scabs in the shapes of boot soles, I only felt want. And I felt need. But yeah, there was also a small measure of anxiety mixed in.

“You take charge, Caleb.” It was a simple fact. When it came to sex, Caleb needed to drive this boat tonight. That way he could use my body as a tool for his pleasure—stopping and starting, moving and adjusting—only in ways that would cause him the least pain.

He stared up at me, his own eyes appearing so light in the glow of the moonlight that they seemed to be translucent. “I need you to do this, Bradley.”

“I…uh…” Blood rushed up to the skin of my cheeks. “I m-might hurt you.” I shook my head once, and then I shook it again.

When I glanced down at him, though, he was shaking his head, as well. “I need you to take me away from this place—from the assault, from the recovery, from the depression. Bradley, make love to me.” In his eyes, there was a plea, and then there were more words. “Do this for me.”

Would you want to become a vampire if everyone else was doing it?

Um…yeah. Probably. It would spell the end to dieting and pimples and wrinkles (I currently suffer from both-but on a good note just a little bit of each). I mean, isn’t being physically perfect part of the whole vampire-thing? However, I am not one for red meats, so blood probably wouldn’t work for me. I would be a strawberry shake vampire. (All strawberries in the vicinity are shaking in fear of  Momma Mia’s fangs.)

Do you know any party tricks and are you brave enough to actually use them at parties?

I am not proud of this. Once I placed a beer bottle in between my…my breasts…um…at a party…and leaned back to show everybody how I could drink a beer without using my hands. The other partygoers were quite impressed. And I was something of a legend in my own mind until I woke up the next morning and remembered what I’d done.

Would you rather sing in front of a crowd of 300 at GRL or read naughty passages from your novel aloud to your extended-family?

Could I choose the song ahead of time and practice? If I could choose the song, the key, and the accompanist, well ahead of time so I could practice, then I’d sing at GRL. I don’t have to sing at GRL, do I?

And finally, no, it hasn’t changed—for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

I don’t know what it is called, but I’ll take this one:



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A Harmony Ink Press Young Adult Title
In his junior year at a public high school, sweet, bright Casey Minton’s biggest worry isn’t being gay. Keeping from being too badly bullied by his so-called friends, a group of girls called the Queen Bees, is more pressing. Nate De Marco has no friends, his tough home life having taken its toll on his reputation, but he’s determined to get through high school. Zander Zane’s story is different: he’s popular, a jock. Zander knows he’s gay, but fellow students don’t, and he’d like to keep it that way.
No one expects much when these three are grouped together for a class project, yet in the process the boys discover each other’s talents and traits, and a new bond forms. But what if Nate, Zander, and Casey fall in love—each with the other and all three together? Not only gay but also a threesome, for them high school becomes infinitely more complicated and maybe even dangerous. To survive and keep their love alive, they must find their individual strengths and courage and stand together, honest and united. If they can do that, they might prevail against the Queen Bees and a student body frightened into silence—and even against their own crippling fears.


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About the Author:
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.
Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.
My themes I always write about:
Sweetness. Unconventional love, tortured/damaged heroes- only love can save them.
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2 comments:

  1. Thank you for having me to THE HAT PARTY, Rainey!!

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by Mia-Mia!!

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