Little Library Muse: Giveaway & Excerpt: The Revenge by Hannah Jayne

Title: The Revenge
Author: Hannah Jayne
Pub Date: July 4, 2017
ISBN: 9781492647362

From the author of Truly, Madly, Deadly, The Escape, and Twisted, comes another edge of your seat thriller sure to keep you guessing until the last page.

After a bad breakup, Tony’s ex-girlfriend Hope embarrasses him in front of the whole school and spreads vicious rumors. Tony is devastated and in a moment of revenge, he makes the location on her phone public. But a week later, when Hope calls Tony and begs him to stop the prank, he hears a shriek and a car door slamming. Then the call is dropped.

Too late, Tony realizes that he may have put Hope's life in danger. Can he trace Hope's movements and save her before times runs out?

Hannah Schwartz lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and writes cozy mysteries, young adult fiction, chick lit, and grocery lists that she never seems to remember to bring to the grocery store. Hannah shares a house with two neurotic, feet-attacking cats and has Kryptonite-like weakness for donuts. Visit www.hannahjschwartz.com

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Excerpt
TONY
I grinned when I drove past Hope’s house the next morning. There was a pizza guy on the front stoop—gotta love those 24-hour delivery guys—holding a half-dozen pies and jamming his finger against the bell. I could imagine Hope stomping through the mammoth front hall, her hair half-done, livid that someone would dare interrupt her beauty routine.
In chemistry, Hope made a big show of not sitting near me, telling Mr. Howard that she’d “prefer” a new lab partner while cutting her eyes to me, then rolling them dramatically.
Mr. Howard shrugged. “You can sit wherever you like as long as you turn your phone off.”
Hope glared at her phone. “I can’t help it. I’m getting like, fifty calls every minute. I don’t know how all these idiots suddenly got my phone number.”
I had a hard time hiding my satisfied smile.
Angela, the girl who sat behind me and who would probably end up being my new lab partner, kicked the back of my chair. When I turned around, she jutted her chin toward Hope, and then raised her eyebrows.
Angela and I weren’t really friends, just two kids who went to the same school. She was new last year and hadn’t made any friends that I knew of, but we were friendly enough. I leaned against her desk and lowered my voice to a whisper.
“It’s possible I may have accidently leaked a teensy,” I held my thumb and forefinger a millimeter apart, “bit of Hope’s personal information. Like her phone number.”
Angela’s lips turned up into an appreciative half-smile.
“And her address.”
No one else was talking to me—unless you counted the guys who were my friends yesterday coughing “pussy” and “loser” into their hands every time I passed—so it felt good to have someone make direct eye contact.
“I’m surprised you even dated her,” she whispered to me.
I shrugged, smiling to hide the sting. No one thought Hope should be with me. She was a knockout with a mean streak and I was just…me. But for all her issues she was awesome, too. She had a tough exterior: she had to, she told me, because everyone always wanted something from her. But with me, she was soft. Or at least that’s what I thought.
When the bell rang, Hope tossed me a last, slicing glare before her two best friends flanked her and walked her out of the classroom, holding onto her arms like she would crumble from the stress of forty-two pizzas at any minute.
Angela came up alongside me, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “That girl’s a real piece of work.”
I nodded but kept my eyes on Hope. She let out whoosh of air as her phone rang, then she held it to her ear. Angela was saying something but I was straining to hear Hope over the din. Then, loud, from Hope: “No, I am not up for whatever! That’s disgusting! How did you get this number?” She let out one of her signature groans and stomped her foot.
Payback’s a bitch.
The school day flew by and Hope’s name was on everyone’s lips. They weren’t talking about me, about our breakup; it was all Hope: Did you hear that someone delivered forty pizzas to her house? Someone left a gross note on her car! Her phone has been blowing up. Some sheik wants to make her one of his wives! I hung back, listening, laughing. There was a part of me that felt sorry for her but that part was tiny. Hope had ruined me for no reason. She had turned the school against me and I didn’t even know why. She was my girlfriend. She had told me she loved me, let me put my hand under that huge slit in her homecoming dress. I had loved her. I thought we could end on good terms. But clearly Hope didn’t think that way.
She deserved everything that was coming to her.

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