Book Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway: No Ordinary Life by Suzanne Redfearn (Giveaway Closed)

Title: No Ordinary Life

Author: Suzanne Redfearn 

Published: February 2016, Grand Central Publishing


Suzanne Redfearn
delivers another gripping page-turner in her latest novel, a story about
a young mother’s fight to protect her children from the dangerous world
of Hollywood. Faye Martin never expected her husband to abandon her and
her three children . . . or that she’d have to struggle every day to
make ends meet. So when her four-year-old daughter is discovered through
a YouTube video and offered a starring role on a television series, it
seems like her prayers have been answered. But when the reality of their
new life settles in, Faye realizes that fame and fortune don’t come
without a price. And in a world where everyone is an actor and every
move is scrutinized by millions, it’s impossible to know who to trust,
and Faye finds herself utterly alone in her struggle to save her family.
Emotionally riveting and insightful, NO ORDINARY LIFE is an
unforgettable novel about the preciousness of childhood and the
difficult choices a mother needs to make in order to protect this
fragile time in her children’s lives.

Excerpt:

We’ve been in LA a month
and have settled into a routine, not miserable but a good measure shy of
content, a sustainable existence that borders on normal.

My mom and I barely see
each other, which is perhaps the reason the precarious peace exists. My four
shifts at Natrij keep me out until after the rest of the house is asleep, and
my mom works the other three days, two as a volunteer at the local library, the
third at Star Gazer, a weekly
tabloid devoted to stalking celebrities, snapping photos of them, then making
up stories to go along with those photos.

Prior to her retirement,
my mom had been a middle-school English teacher. Now she uses her writing
skills and her obsession with the famous to write an astrology column on the
stars, divining their futures from the position of the sun and the moon, the
exact moment of their birth, and their current location on the globe. It’s all
very scientific hogwash, but the readers love it, and her column is one of the
most popular in the magazine.

School ends in a week,
and I’m stressed about the summer routine, or rather the lack of routine. Since
we moved here, my mom has homeschooled Tom, sparing him from starting in a new
school, so he and Molly have been home, but blessedly Emily’s been gone five
days a week, sparing us all from her spite.

Emily hates her new
school, hates LA, and hates me. And I hate to admit it, but I’m glad she’s not
around on the days I’m home so I don’t have to deal with it. The only saving
grace is the soccer team she joined. Other than that, she’s miserable and
miserable to be around, and when school ends, she’s going to be like a caged
elephant with a stubbed toe.

I’m surprised when I walk
into the condo after my shift to find my mom still awake. I look at the clock,
10:15.

“What are you doing up?”
I ask, my tongue thick from exhaustion and boredom. The new rhythm of my life—work,
cooking, cleaning, laundry—is like elevator music, droning on endlessly without
enough differentiation to tell one day from the next.

My mom springs from the
couch, her face lit up in a way that scares me. It’s the same look she had on
her face when I was eleven and she announced we were going on a celebrity
cruise where we would mingle with the famous. A total disaster. Even my mom
didn’t recognize the has-beens that were billed as the stars on the cruise, and
my dad and I spent the vacation leaning over the railing green with
seasickness.

“You’re not going to
believe what happened today,” she says.

“You won the lottery.”

“Better.”

“Better than winning the
lottery? Tom got up in front of Congress and gave a speech on the injustice of
banning peanut butter from school lunches.”

“Better.”

Nothing could be better
than that. “What?” I say, tired of the game.

She holds out a business
card. “Look who came by the condo today.”

Monique Braxton, Braxton Talent Agency, a Wilshire Boulevard
address, a phone number, a website, an email, a Facebook address, a Twitter
address.

I shrug.

“Don’t you know who that
is? Monique Braxton. She’s like the biggest talent agent on the planet. She
reps anyone who’s anyone. Not adults, only kids, but if you’re a someone under
eighteen, you’re a Monique Braxton kid.” My mom is so excited that the words spit and sputter
like machine-gun fire.

“So?”

“So, look at this.” 

Grabbing me by the wrist,
she pulls me to her laptop on the kitchen table and wiggles the mouse to wake
it. The screen opens to a YouTube page. She clicks the gray triangle in the
lower left corner and the video starts to play…a video of Molly!

I watch in disbelief. The
video is from our day on the promenade. It starts abruptly, the big man
strumming the beginning riff of “Johnny B.
Goode,” his body bobbing with the beat. Behind him, off to the side,
Molly does little he-man squats in sync with the big man’s big he-man squats. It’s
very funny to watch.

Then the big man does a
hip thrust and a leg kick, and Molly follows with a hilarious mini-hip thrust
and leg kick that causes a burst of giggles from the audience. The big man
looks confused by the reaction and repeats the move. Molly mimics him again,
and again the audience cracks up.

The big man whirls, spots
his miniature impersonator, wiggles his finger for her to come toward him, and
that’s when the throwdown begins.

The video is three
minutes and fifty-two seconds long and ends with Molly knocking knuckles with
the drummer. In the final seconds is when I see us—Emily, Tom, and me standing
in the background, matching grins on our faces.

“So, the thing is,” my
mom says, “this video’s gone viral. Look at the number of hits.”

I blink at the number,
certain it can’t be right. 7,867,672. My mom is still talking, but I’ve stopped
listening, my eyes blurring as I continue to stare at the glowing digits.

“Did you hear me?” my mom
nearly screeches.

“Huh?”

“The Gap wants Molly for a
commercial.”

“What?”

“The Gap, you know, the
clothes store.”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“They want Molly to be in
one of their commercials. They hired Monique Braxton to track Molly down, and
Monique Braxton did. Not some assistant but her. Monique Braxton, in the flesh.
Here. In my condo.”

She’s so giddy that it’s
almost possible to imagine her as the little girl she must have been,
enthusiastic and animated, perhaps a little like Molly but with a penchant for
the stars. I bet she was one of those girls who collected princess
paraphernalia and, when she outgrew that, plastered her wall with movie
posters. The passion carried into adulthood, a fascination with the famous that
borders on obsessive. The hobby is both endearing and a bit disturbing—an
inordinate amount of time and energy spent on people she’ll never meet. My mom
can tell you more about most stars than she can about me. She knows how old
they are, where they were born, who they’ve dated, what movies they’ve starred
in, what tragedies have befallen them, the addictions they have, who they’re
related to, who supposedly likes them and who loathes them. She subscribes to
every tabloid in print, has sat in at least a hundred studio audiences, and
regularly signs up for those ridiculous Hollywood tours that drive past celebrity’s
houses in hopes of catching a glimpse of the rich and fabulous.

“And she absolutely loved
Molly,” she says. “Of course what’s not to love? Did you see that video?”

I glance at Molly snoring
on the pull-out couch.

“Can you believe it? Molly.
Our Molly.”

“How’d she find us?” I
ask.

“A private investigator. He
asked around on the promenade, and one of the managers at one of the
restaurants remembered you and pulled out your application. Simple as that.”

Simple as that. My skin prickles, and my stomach knots—millions
of strangers watching Molly, private investigators asking around about us,
famous talent agents showing up uninvited on our doorstep—it feels like a punch
to the solar plexus, a strange mixture of exhilaration and horror, a sickly
stew of pride and violation.

“So all you need to do is
call her tomorrow to set up an appointment.”

My head shakes
involuntarily, causing my mom to squint her eyes and say in a much slower
voice, “What do you mean, no?”

“Molly’s not…we’re not…I’m…we’re
just normal people. We’re not…” I gesture to the frozen image of Molly on the
screen. “That.” 

My mom’s face literally
changes color, growing from pale peach to so crimson that I feel the heat
radiating from her skin. Then she blows, “Jesus criminy Christ, Faye. Bad
enough you haven’t an ounce of gumption to go out and do something with your
life, but now this amazing opportunity literally lands in your lap, and you’re
just going to let it slip right through your fingers. You’re just like your
father. A pot of gold could have dropped from the sky with his name on it, and
he’d have walked around it, complaining it was raining gold when what we really
needed was a bit of rain.”

 

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GIVEAWAY DETAILS – (US/Canada only) 

Thanks to the publicist I have one copy of No Ordinary Life to give away to my readers. To enter the giveaway, please fill out the form by February 2nd.  

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This giveaway is open to US and Canada residents only and ends February 2nd. 

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16 Comments

  1. MyNovelOpinion
    January 26, 2016 / 3:10 pm

    I just started this one today and it's oh so good so far!

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:11 pm

      I'll be starting it soon!

  2. Unknown
    January 26, 2016 / 10:27 pm

    Everyone got this book, but me :(, I really want to read it…lol. Thanks for the chance this book sounds great.

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:12 pm

      I hope you entered the giveaway 🙂

  3. Marjorie/cenya2
    January 26, 2016 / 10:35 pm

    I have read some books regarding the 40 and 50's stars and they are so interesting, I would like to read this book also.

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:13 pm

      I haven't read any, but this does sound interesting, for sure!!!

  4. holdenj
    January 26, 2016 / 11:33 pm

    Nice long excerpt that really gives me a sense for one part of the book. Thanks!

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:13 pm

      Thanks…I get nervous with the long excerpts, so I appreciate hearing that!

  5. Mystica
    January 27, 2016 / 4:04 am

    I read this one and liked it. Gave another insight into the high life and the ups and downs of trying to balance it.

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:14 pm

      Oh, that's so good to hear!!! I'm really excited to start reading this!

  6. OnDBookshelf
    January 27, 2016 / 5:22 pm

    I remember taking a poll to choose the cover for this book. I'm pretty sure this was the one I chose 🙂 It sounds really good!

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:15 pm

      I remember that, too…and I think I chose this one as well!

  7. Suko
    January 27, 2016 / 8:05 pm

    Thanks for hosting this giveaway. I'll add it to my blog's sidebar.

    • Kristin
      January 29, 2016 / 2:15 pm

      Thanks Suko!

  8. Sandy
    February 2, 2016 / 11:25 pm

    Looks great. Thanks for the giveaway.

  9. Britney Adams
    February 3, 2016 / 1:47 am

    Thanks so much for sharing this excerpt and giveaway!