Friday, 10 October 2014

Blog Tour: Trust Me, I'm Lying by Mary Elizabeth Summer Excerpt and Giveaway

Welcome to my stop of Trust Me, I'm Lying! Don't forget to check out the rest of the tour here! And the awesome giveaway down below!

Author: Mary Elizabeth Summer
Pages: 336
Publication Date: October 14, 2014
Publisher: Delacorte Press

Fans of Ally Carter, especially her Heist Society readers, will love this teen mystery/thriller with sarcastic wit, a hint of romance, and Ocean’s Eleven–inspired action.

Julep Dupree tells lies. A lot of them. She’s a con artist, a master of disguise, and a sophomore at Chicago’s swanky St. Agatha High, where her father, an old-school grifter with a weakness for the ponies, sends her to so she can learn to mingle with the upper crust. For extra spending money Julep doesn’t rely on her dad—she runs petty scams for her classmates while dodging the dean of students and maintaining an A+ (okay, A-) average.

But when she comes home one day to a ransacked apartment and her father gone, Julep’s carefully laid plans for an expenses-paid golden ticket to Yale start to unravel. Even with help from St. Agatha’s resident Prince Charming, Tyler Richland, and her loyal hacker sidekick, Sam, Julep struggles to trace her dad’s trail of clues through a maze of creepy stalkers, hit attempts, family secrets, and worse, the threat of foster care. With everything she has at stake, Julep’s in way over her head . . . but that’s not going to stop her from using every trick in the book to find her dad before his mark finds her. Because that would be criminal.


by Mary Elizabeth Summer 


HeyJulepGot a sec?” Murphy Donovan—a softbespectacled nerd from my biology classstops me before I get very far. 

You happen to have a decent cup of espresso on your person?” I say. 

Not on me, no.” 

Then if you want to talkyou’ll have to walk me.” 

He falls into step like a well-trained puppybut he seems to need a little prodding in the talking department. 

“So is this a social call?” I ask. 

“No. That isumI’d like to”—he lowers his voice and looks over his shoulder at the students flitting hither and yon around us—“hire you.” 

“I seeHow can I be of service?” 

“I want you to get Bryn Halverson to go to the fall formal with me,” he all but whispers. 

consider his request as I shift my bag. I could do itEasily, in fact. All it takes is a modified fiddle gameMy brain is already spinning the con, assessing resourcesgauging the markBut I’d like a little more information before I take the job. 

The Bryn Halverson?” I say. “Head JV cheerleaderhomecoming courtfailing Spanishthat Bryn Halverson?” 
She’s failing Spanish?”

Focus, Murphy.” 

“Yes, her,” Murphy answers.

“Do you mind if I ask why?” 

He drops his gaze to his hands. “I like her,” he mumbles. 

You and every other straight, red-blooded American male,” I say, more truthful than kind.

 I don’t need to drag this out of him. I can do the job without itBut how I approach the job affects him, and understanding his motivations lets me know how far I can go. 

“I liked her beforeI’ve liked her since middle schoolwhen she had braces and frizzy hair and was whipping all our butts at algebra.” 

sigh and give him a sympathetic look. I’m going to take the job, of coursebut I’m not thrilled about itNot because I’m opposed to manipulating Brynbut because I already know Murphy’s going to get trampled. And since Murphy’s a tech-club buddy of Sam’s, Sam is not going to be pleased if I help Bryn break Murphy’s heart. 

Honestly, Murphy, it would be easier if you just wanted the social status.” 

“So you’ll do it?” 

nod reluctantly. “Yes. But you’ll probably regret it.” 

How much?” 

Depends on how much you like her.” 

“No, I mean—” 

I wave him to silence. “I know what you mean,” 
saycalculating the fee in my head. What is the going rate for breaking somebody’s heartThis is one of those questions that make me reconsider my line of work. 

Five hundred. Cash. Plus the standard proviso.” 

What proviso?” 

You owe me a favor.” 

What kind of favor?” 

The kind where you don’t know what it is until I ask it,” I saypausing at the door to the Ballou. “If it’s any comfortit’s usually something pretty tame, and generally in your area of expertise.” 

Murphy mulls over my terms for all of half a second before forking over the cash. I’d never pay that much for a school dance, but then most of the students at St. Aggie’s have money to burnEven worse is the threat of an unspecified favor to be called in at a later date. But I’ve never had anyone protest. I guess that’s what comes of having unlimited access to whatever you wantwhen you need something you can’t getyou’re willing to put everything on the line. Maybe the opportunity to confess your undying love is worth itI’ve never felt that way about anyone, so what do I know? 

When should I ask her?” he says.

“A week from tomorrow,” I answer as I open the door. “That gives us time to lay the groundworkbut still gives her a few days to buy a dressAssuming she doesn’t have a closet full already.” 
What if she says no?” 

You should be more worried about her saying yes.” 

He gives me a confused look. 

I’ll take care of it,” I saystepping into the warm glow of the Ballou.

About the Author

Mary Elizabeth Summer is an instructional designer, a mom, a champion of the serial comma, and a pie junkie. Oh, and she sometimes writes books about teenage delinquents saving the day. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her daughter, her partner, and her evil overlor–er, cat. TRUST ME, I'M LYING, a YA mystery, will be released by Delacorte in Fall 2014.


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