After his crush rejects him, seventeen-year-old Colton catches a plane to Mexico, hoping to forget all about girls. But a night out at a dance club crowded with long legs in miniskirts doesn't help, especially when he meets the club's beautiful DJ, Alex.
In awe of her mixing skills, Colton finds it hard to believe Alex is deaf. As they bond, she asks him to help her win a DJ contest behind her rich, estranged father's back.
Colton's not a wimp or anything, but millionaires with armed bodyguards are not his ideal vacation buddies. The only problem—if he helps her, he may fly back home in a body bag.
“Packed with unexpected twists and South-of-the-Border
danger, Summerlypse grabbed my attention from the first enticing page. With a
quirky writing style that offers both depth and entertainment, Summerlypse is
an original, diverse story that will delight anyone looking for a unique spin
on teen relationships.” –Anna L. Davis, Author of Open Source(Enhancement
"SUMMERLYPSE by Gerardo Delgadillo is a
great young adult story about two unlikely friends who team up hoping to win a
summer DJ contest in Mexico. This book has a well-defined cast of complex
characters with a thoughtful focus on the hearing-impaired. An entertaining
read!" ~ K.S. Jones, award-winning author of Shadow of the Hawk
a great read. The characters are real and well crafted, and the story
kept me interested to the end. I liked it. I recommend it."
-- Rickard B DeMille, author ofTweet Revenge,
Hellfire, Defending Daniel
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ONE | MIRANDA
Can’t sleep ‘cause
tomorrow’s my last day as a junior—last day to ask Miranda out on a date, and
my hands are totally sweating, and my stomach’s shrunk to the size of a raisin.
Thing is, I’ve been trying since freshman year, but every freaking time my
brain goes on vacation.
Only thing left to do
is write her something inspired and corny, let her read it. And wait for
success. Or rejection. Or don’t-ask-me-out ever. Or…be positive, Colton.
Sighing, I bring up my email on my cell and type.
A dog barking—the
neighbor’s beagle—makes me look out my bedroom window at the moonlight shining
on the rooftops. Hate that dog. Seems he only cares about howling and barking.
Beagles should live in England and chase foxes and stuff, but no, people insist
on having them living in their homes. Whatever. Concentrate. More typing.
Since the first time I
saw you, I fell in lo
Argh. So corny.
Backspace a thousand times. Start over.
You know what makes my
You. You’re my oxygen.
My food. The ketchup on my fries.