I absolutely love when an author has a "mix tape" for their book. It provides me insight into the book and the author. Today, Kim Briggs', author of Starr Fall, has shared her playlist with us!
Hmmm... I can see that I've got some listening to do! From reading the blurb and excerpts (Okay, I've also read the book), I know exactly what Starr was dealing with when she was choosing these songs. Let me share....
On the run from the Organization, Starr never planned on falling in love.
Starr Bishop’s the complete package. A perfect smile, brains to match, and a winning attitude. Boys want to date her and girls want to be her. She’s the type of girl you want to hate, if only she wasn’t so damn likable. But don’t worry, she’s not interested in your boyfriend. Boys are one complication she can live without.
When the Organization decides she’s not only the model student but the ideal assassin, Starr’ll need a lot more than high test scores and extracurricular involvement to get herself out of that commitment.
Dark, moody, and dead sexy Christian Evergood is the last person she’d expect—or even want— to come to her rescue. From opposite ends of Webster High’s social hierarchy, their lives collide in one electrifying moment. Christian isn’t the Goth loner he pretends to be, he’s a part Cherokee, All-American boy who wants to be a hero, Starr’s hero. Christian makes Starr forget that the Organization is after her, but nothing will stop the Organization from collecting their top recruit.
By the way, the spot for junior class president just became available.
What People Are Saying About Starr Fall…
"I was swept up in Kim Briggs' whirlwind of secrets, swoon, and adventure from page one. Beautifully writing combined with a smart, driven protagonist made this a book I couldn't put down.”
—Isabel Bandeira, Author of Bookishly Ever After (Jan 2016) and Dramatically Ever After (June 2017)
As the opener in what promises to be a thrilling series, Starr Fall hits the ground running and hits the water swimming. I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough as Starr went from a super-achieving but otherwise pretty normal high school junior to a girl on the run from a shady, powerful government (maybe) agency and a deep, dark conspiracy we only see in glimpses. And why has the weird kid from school suddenly become her ultra-hot sidekick, with a connection between them that literally gives off sparks? He’s a lot more than he seems. Every answer raises another question as the reader ricochets between the threat level outside the remote cabin and the heat level inside it. Briggs knows how to crank up both kinds of tension, in the best possible way. Book two can’t come soon enough for this reader!
- Liz Coley, author of the award winning, internationally best-selling Pretty Girl-13
Starr Fall by Kim Briggs Book Excerpts
As we canoe back to the opposite shore, we crack jokes about the old troll the entire ride. When we reach the shore, I step out of the canoe, take my shirt off, and dive into the water. The cold water blasts any remaining nerves out of me. When I come up for air, Christian’s eyes are wide with surprise. I remember the bikini I have on and become very self-conscious, but I have such a high from swimming, I don’t want to kill my buzz. I put my hands on my hips. “What?”
“I..., I,” he stutters at a loss for words. “You just dove in and disappeared. You surprised me.”
I wink at him. “I’m full of surprises.”
“Evidently.” He smiles and dives in the water. I take a guess when he’s coming up for air and dive in the opposite direction. When I can’t swim any farther, I lift my head. He grins at me and dives again. We play this cat and mouse game for a while, until my laughing makes it impossible to swim any distance.
He grabs me around the waist. “Gotcha!”
Electricity pulses through the water between us. Does he feel this too? I shyly look up at him. Yes, yes he does.
Floating in the water, times stands still. Staring into each other eyes, the tension returns. Is he going to kiss me? I think he’s going to kiss me. I want him to kiss me... I shiver.
“You’re cold,” he whispers.
I shake my head in denial, but the goose bumps give me away. He smiles and pulls me to shore. Strike two. Way to go, Starr. Way to go.
Reluctant to leave, I stand at the water’s edge watching the late day sun. The damp sand between my toes helps calm my racing heart. He wraps a towel around my shoulders and whispers, “Later.”
Later. One little word with so much promise.
Musings from Michigan