So excited to have a new release from Medeia Sharif !!! Woohoo !!!
And she's agreed to answer some questions for us about
the new book, A Love that Disturbs !!!
It’s All About the Book…
Please
tell us about your current or upcoming release
A
Love That Disturbs
Maysa
Mazari is alarmed by her mother’s talk about arranged marriage. As a
hijab-wearing Pakistani-American, she wants to find love on her own. Her
judgmental Muslim clique has protected her from racist taunts, although the
leader is turning on her as Maysa strays from the group because of her
attraction to Haydee.
Haydee
Gomez is a former gang member and juvenile detention student. Now living with a
clean-cut aunt, she wants to turn her life around, even though one person will
never let her forget her roots—Rafe, her abusive pimp. Haydee attempts to pull
away from a life of prostitution when she develops feelings for Maysa, although
Rafe isn’t willing to give her up too easily.
Finding
themselves in danger from Maysa’s friends and Haydee’s pimp, it’s apparent
their love disturbs everyone around them as they fight to stay together.
What is
this book’s genre? Is this the genre you
usually write in? Are there any genre’s
you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
This is
contemporary YA. I’ve written in this genre a few times already, although this
is my first LGBT book. I’d like to be published in sci-fi, so I need to beef up
world-building in my writing.
What
inspired you to write this book?
I don’t
want to give away the ending of my book, but I read a grisly news article about
what a group of girls did to a teenage friend. Shortly after reading that
article, I met a tattooed girl in passing who was quiet and secretive. I put
the two together to make Haydee and Maysa.
How did
you pick its title? Did it come first or
did you have to write the story first?
It took a
long time to figure out the title. I wrote the draft, studied the theme, and
wrote a short synopsis until I came up with something.
How did
you create your characters? Did you use
any real life people in their making?
Yes. As I
mentioned above, one girl inspired me from a news article and the other I met
briefly in real life.
Who is
your favorite character of this book and why?
Haydee is
my favorite character because she’s been through so much. Also, it was more exciting
to write her side of the story because her life is grittier than Maysa’s.
What is
your favorite part of this book? Can you
share an excerpt from that part?
It’s not
excerpt-ready, but Maysa and Haydee’s first date, the planning of it and their
meeting, was my favorite part since it’s sweet and romantic.
What was
the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
The
ending, but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone. The research for it was
disturbing and dampened my mood for quite awhile.
Did you
have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?
I don’t
recall. I just remember writing steadily, almost every day, until I was done in
about a month.
Is this a
stand-alone book or is it part of a series?
If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. If not a series, what comes next to be
released?
This is a
stand-alone book. I have some manuscripts I’m getting ready for submission, but
nothing up for release yet.
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A Love That Disturbs
by Medeia Sharif
Evernight
Teen Publishing/60k words
Interracial/Romance/YA/Contemp/LGBT(Lesbian)
Haydee
Gomez is a former gang member and juvenile detention student. Now living with a
clean-cut aunt, she wants to turn her life around, even though one person will
never let her forget her roots—Rafe, her abusive pimp. Haydee attempts to pull
away from a life of prostitution when she develops feelings for Maysa, although
Rafe isn’t willing to give her up too easily.
Finding
themselves in danger from Maysa’s friends and Haydee’s pimp, it’s apparent
their love disturbs everyone around them as they fight to stay together.
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EXCERPT
At least Rafe wouldn’t
bother her for a few hours. He knew it was her first day in a new school.
Haydee blew her nose, wiped her eyes, and left the bathroom. She walked into
first period English and handed the teacher the pass. Students stared. A few
had tattoos peeking from the edges of sleeves and shorts, but nothing like what
she had. She felt like The Tattooed Woman and avoided staring back at them. She
wasn’t in alternative school anymore, where most students had a nasty attitude
about anything related to academics. The students in front of her had their
books open and had been reading and writing before she walked in. They weren’t
looking to fight her and she wasn’t going to fight them.
“Let me write your name
down,” the teacher said. “I’ll make a folder for your work. How do you say your
name? Heidi?”
“No, it’s Hay-dee,” she
corrected Ms. Tookes. “Haydee Gomez.”
Ms. Tookes wrote her
name on a notepad and nodded toward an empty desk, so Haydee sat down in a seat
in the back with a textbook. The assignment was on the board, but Haydee had
trouble seeing. She had lost or broken so many of her eyeglasses in the past
that she stopped wearing them. She was slightly nearsighted and lived with her
blurry vision just fine. Tomorrow she’d come to class on time and get a seat in
the front.
She continued to
receive some stares, but then students went back to work.
Feeling like she was on
display, Haydee twirled the drawstrings of her hoodie, chewed the inside of her
mouth, and smoothed down the baby hairs on her forehead. The door opened and
she was grateful for another distraction. It was Maysa, her pink-and-green silk
scarf glistening under the fluorescent lights. Haydee’s vision sharpened, as if
she could see Maysa clearly, while everything around her was fuzzy. Maysa
caught Haydee’s gaze and smiled before turning to Ms. Tookes. “May I take a few
pictures of the students working?”
The teacher smiled
back. “Take all the pictures you want.”
Maysa had a sunny,
innocent demeanor. Haydee wondered what it would be like to have her life. She
must have two parents taking care of her. She probably had brothers and sisters
who were as nice as she was. Her parents were strict, if she had to cover her
head like that, but they most likely were loving. Haydee’s curiosity
intensified. She needed to know more about Maysa, who was walking to the back
of the room where she was.
“Can I take a picture
of you reading the textbook?” Maysa asked.
“Sure,” Haydee said.
Anything. She wanted to please this girl. Haydee opened to a random page. It
was a Shakespearean sonnet, which was like another language to her. Haydee
liked to read, but not classic works. She enjoyed romance books and read any
that she could get her hands on. They helped her escape from her own reality by
taking her someplace else for a few hours.
Flashes sparked as
Maysa took a few shots of Haydee. “You’re very photogenic.”
“Really?” Haydee looked
up. “Let me see.”
Maysa neared her and
held the back of the camera to Haydee’s face. Looking at the screen, Haydee saw
she didn’t look too bad. Her bun was messy in a stylish way, and her head was
tilted down to her book. Her cheekbones were sharp, and her right side was on
display—not the left one with the black eye. “It’s a nice shot.”
Maysa smiled, and
Haydee blinked, not knowing what else to say or do. She wanted to keep Maysa
talking so that she wouldn’t leave right away. Because of the picture taking, a
few other students had started talking and sneaked looks at the two of them.
Haydee knew they must seem like an odd pair interacting with each other. Maysa
showed her the next few pictures, at different angles. “I have to go now and
get to the next classroom,” she said.
“Oh, all right.” Her
gaze was riveted to Maysa’s slender form as she walked out the door.
Haydee’s phone vibrated
again. When the teacher wasn’t looking, she slid it out of her pocket.
Got a nice dress for
you tonight
Come to my place later
so you can try it on
Red, your perfect color
And just like that, the
moment was ruined. She shoved her phone back into her pocket. Like she needed
another reminder of everything that was wrong in her life. She gritted her
teeth and made fists, then forced herself to loosen her hands. She didn’t want
to think about Rafe anymore, but how could she not? He was like a virus in her
system and she couldn’t get rid of him. She admitted that he took care of her:
he beat up johns who mistreated her, handed over any money he promised her, and
challenged anyone who bothered her on the rough streets of Miami.
If it hadn’t been for
Rafe, she might have been dead at one point, because one of the johns locked
her in a bathroom, threatening to kill her later, and he took care of the
situation. There were the existing issues of earning money and a degree of
safety, but surely she could find another line of work. How would she tell Rafe
that she wanted out without having his temper explode? She had seen him cut a
man’s face with a razor. Would he do the same to her?
Author Bio:
Medeia Sharif was born
in New York City and presently calls Miami her home. She received her master's
degree in psychology from Florida Atlantic University. Published through
various presses, she writes middle grade and young adult short stories and
novels. In addition to being a writer, she's a public school teacher.
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