Blog Tour: Useless Bay by M.J. Beaufrand (Giveway + Except incl.!)

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Hi everyone! Today I’m proudly presenting you my blog tour stop about USELESS BAY by M.J. Beaufrand! Keep reading to find out more about the book itself, the amazing author, and excerpt and the giveaway! Happy reading 😉


About the book

9781419721380.jpgTitle: USELESS BAY
Author: M.J. Beaufrand
Pub. Date: October 18, 2016
Publisher: Amulet Books
Pages: 240
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
Find it: AmazonBarnes & NobleiBooksGoodreads

A gritty, psychological thriller about a mythic set of sixteen-year-old quintuplets searching for a young boy.

On Whidbey Island, the Gray quintuplets are the stuff of legend. Pixie and her brothers have always been bigger and blonder than their neighbors, as if they were birthed from the island itself. Together, they serve as an unofficial search-and-rescue team for the island, saving tourists and locals alike from the forces of wind and sea. But, when a young boy goes missing, the mysteries start to pile up. While searching for him, they find his mother’s dead body instead—and realize that something sinister is in their midst. Edgar-nominated author M. J. Beaufrand has crafted another atmospheric thriller with a touch of magical realism that fans of mystery and true crime will devour.


Excerpt

Chapter 2 – Henry
“The ferry slump,” Meredith and I used to call it. Even though it wasn’t the ferry slumping—it was my father’s shoulders.If you keep up with your financial news, you know that Dad the bazillionaire venture capitalist is a decent guy. My sister and brother and I will have to work for a living, and the rest of his money he’s going to give away to make the world better.But he has a weakness. He likes fast cars. And he likes to drive them fast, even our beige Lexus SUV—a vehicle so huge it takes up two lanes on the freeway. And there’s the thing you probably don’t know about, which is that he likes to argue with law enforcement once he’s been pulled over.There are 31.2 miles between our house in Medina and the Whidbey Island ferry. I don’t know how much those thirty miles have cost us in terms of speeding tickets, since Dad refuses to look at bills (he has people for that), but they’re worth it, because once we paid the toll and maneuvered onto the ferry, Dad would release his grip on the wheel, roll down the window, and inhale a bouquet of salt air, fried fish, and bus exhaust. He would lean back in his leatherette chair and let his shoulders sag.

That smell was better than crack.

The Friday before Grant disappeared, we pulled into the holding lanes and parked behind a rusty pickup with a vanity plate that read dcption. Somewhere behind us was a car that had our “travel team”: Joyce, Dad’s admin, because God forbid he’d get an idea and have to jot it down himself; Hannah, our cook; and Edgar, our go-to guy. Yuri, our security dude, had gone ahead of us. Dad liked them to remain as invisible as possible. When he was at the beach, he wanted the illusion of it being just the family, the sand, and the easy come and go of the waves.


About the author

mjMary Jane grew up in Gresham, Oregon. She’s a graduate of Wellesley College and has an MFA from the Bennington Writing Program. Currently she lives in Seattle with her husband, two children, and dogs. In the eighties she had a bad perm.

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Giveaway time!

3 lucky winners will receive a finished copy of USELESS BAY!  (US Only)

Good luck!

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I hope you enjoyed this post and will add it to your tbr! I’m already a BIG fan of the cover!! ♥

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