Pink Matters is the story of Pink, a 17-year-old girl, a good student, articulate and smart. But she has never been the centre of attention or made the top ten in the rankings of the most popular and attractive girls at school. When two guys, both claiming to be angels, insist that she is, indeed, ‘special’, fight for her attention and help, and tell her she is the key to the future of the universe, she is quite cynical. But these guys can ‘do’ pretty amazing things, even miracles, so she has to wonder….
Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / ParanormalThis is the first book in my YA trilogy Angelic Business, and as a marketing strategy, it's permafree. I'm planning on some promotional campaigns, but at the moment is 108 in its category and 9500 overall in category of free books (in Amazon.com). I have also published the book in Spanish, and the Spanish version reached number one in August in Amazon Spain. (And currently it's number 11 in Free books for young children in Spanish in Amazon.com). If the translation went well the plan would be to translate the rest of the books in the series too. The other two are already published and available for sale.
It’s very true. Nobody can make you feel as humiliated as a really close friend can. Yes, we were close. But from that to assuming… Seth and I had known each other for years, lived next to each other, went to school together, shared things. And Seth was the most popular guy at our high school (and therefore the most popular guy in my universe), and had all the girls he wanted and all that. I know; you’ve watched the movie. And you know that everybody believed I was in love with him and wasn’t it a shame that I wasn’t “his type”, and was rather “plain” and… “plump”… But, OK, it was fine that everybody thought that and felt sorry for me. What wasn’t fine, not by a long stretch – what was really offensive – was how he himself believed it. He had phoned me on the fatal evening (5th November, if you must know), at around midnight, quite drunk, asking me to go and collect him from Chris’s party. They had invited me but I was busy writing, and I knew how these things went. Because, of course, I was also “boring”, “clever” and “studious”. I didn’t drink and I didn’t do drugs.
I went to pick him up (I had to borrow my parents’ car, but they liked Seth, and I was convinced that at least my mother thought that things would “develop” between us) and I found him necking a girl. I’d never seen her before, probably she was from a neighbouring town. Once he’d said his goodbyes (something on the line of “I’ll call you,” but very slurred) he followed me, or rather, I half-carried him to the car. I had to stop once so he could be sick. Then, when I stopped in front of his house to let him out, he turned to me, kissed me on the cheek (lovely experience, still smelling of sick and all) and said the memorable:
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