Awhile back, I read my first Kelsey Sutton book (The Lonely Ones), and I fell in LOVE. I knew Sutton’s new book was going to be very different (The Lonely Ones is a verse novel), but I still jumped at the chance to read Smoke and Key. I signed up for the blog tour, so my review is coming next week (along with a giveaway!), but for now I thought I’d share a little peek at the book, which released yesterday, and Kelsey Sutton’s Top Ten Addictions. Enjoy!!
“Full of dark mystery and unexpected twists.” —Meg Kassel, author of Keeper of the Bees
A sound awakens her. There's darkness all around. And then she's falling...
She has no idea who or where she is. Or why she's dead. The only clue to her identity hangs around her neck: a single rusted key. This is how she and the others receive their names—from whatever belongings they had when they fell out of their graves. Under is a place of dirt and secrets, and Key is determined to discover the truth of her past in order to escape it.
She needs help, but who can she trust? Ribbon seems content in Under, uninterested in finding answers. Doll’s silence hints at deep sorrow, which could be why she doesn't utter a word. There's Smoke, the boy with a fierceness that rivals even the living. And Journal, who stays apart from everyone else. Key's instincts tell her there is something remarkable about each of them, even if she can't remember why.
Then the murders start. Bodies that are burned to a crisp. And after being burned, the dead stay dead. Key is running out of time to discover who she was—and what secret someone is willing to kill to keep hidden—before she loses her life for good…
About the Author:
Kelsey was born in Tucson, Arizona. Shortly after this her mother moved them to Minnesota, where she’s remained ever since. There has never been a time when Kelsey was not writing. As a child she would come home from school, pull out her plastic bin full of markers and paper, and arrange everything around herself in a circle. She would then fold some paper in half, staple the side three times, and proceed to fill the white spaces with words and pictures.
The first novel Kelsey ever finished was so thick it could have served as a doorstop. The story was about Victorian vampires. It was 2008 and she was sixteen years old. Kelsey did research on how to get a book published and discovered what a literary agent was. She promptly sent a query to one.
Understandably, that awkward, snail-mail query received no reply. As the days turned into weeks, Kelsey reconsidered her approach. She concluded that maybe this manuscript wasn’t the one she wanted to show the world. So she took another year and wrote a completely new suspense novel. It was 2009. Kelsey was seventeen and on her own.
By this time she had realized that agents accepted e-mail queries and there wasn’t only one of them in the world. Kelsey sent off a new query to several agencies; Beth was among that list. After a long, enlightening journey, she again shelved a manuscript. Time passed. Kelsey graduated high school in 2010 and immediately afterwards ran off to California. She wrote another novel. Then she came back to her beloved Minnesota and got responsible, enrolling in college and finding a job.
And in the beginning of 2011, Kelsey queried Beth again. She was eighteen years old with a story that was new, strange, and exciting. She had written it during a time when she was living with people she didn’t know that well, in a place that was a little frightening, during a time when absolutely nothing was certain. Beth quickly got back to her. The subject of the e-mail read, RE: Query: SOME QUIET PLACE.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Check out Kelsey’s Top Ten Addictions! I loved getting to know Kelsey a bit more, and I hope you do too! (Her addiction to her dogs makes my heart happy!)
Kelsey Sutton’s Top Ten Addictions
- Pacific Chai Vanilla Latte
There was a time in my life where I was trying every single Chai brand the grocery store sold. That’s how I came across this. I can’t tell you how many cups I’ve had since then—the number probably rivals the numbers of stars in the sky—but it’s safe to say I have an addiction.
- Urban fantasy
This is a more recent addiction, but when it comes to my reading choices, I’ve been inhaling every urban fantasy title/series I can get my hands on. I’ve discovered some of my favorite authors because of it. Patricia Briggs, Ilona Andrews, etc.
- Parks and Rec
I have now seen every episode so many times that I really shouldn’t still be laughing at the jokes, but I do. This is probably my favorite TV show of all time, and to say I’m addicted to it would be putting it lightly. I have this show on in the background constantly.
- Red lipstick
There must be some kind of magic or science behind this, but I can be having the worst day ever or feel like the most unattractive person ever, but one coat of bright red lipstick changes everything.
It may seem weird to refer to your partner as an addiction, but I thought he probably belonged on this list. He’s one of my favorite human beings on the planet. Spending time with him doesn’t feel like expending energy to my introverted self. He’s been there through so many of my highs and lows, and I know he’ll support me no matter what. (You know, short of murder or something.)
I have more pictures of dogs on my phone than I do of anything else. I own a pet sitting business, I foster for two rescues, and I have two fur babies of my own. I live and breathe dogs. They are not an addiction; they are a way of life.
I spend way too much time on here. Way, way too much time. I run four accounts. There are so many stories to watch, pictures to see, people to talk to. It’s become a sad reality of my life where I have to deliberately try to reduce my screen time every time, or I’d just be on Instagram every free moment. So, yes, this is definitely an addiction.
- Being home
I am very much a homebody and an introvert. There’s nothing I love more than coming home after a trip, or after a long day at work, or after an outing in which I talked to a lot of people. Home is safe and warm. Home doesn’t expect anything of me. Home is where my books and my laptop are. Home has two sweet dogs and a man I love. I know getting out is good for me, but yes, I’m addicted to being home.
- A clean house
Is there any better feeling than having a clean house? It feels like I am constantly cleaning. We also have a wonderful woman who comes over once a week to help us manage the mess. (Typing this, I honestly have no idea how we’re such disasters. I’m sure the parade of dogs doesn’t help.)
This may seem a weird “addiction”, but it’s such a rush for me to save money. I love the feeling of logging into my bank account and seeing that I’m okay, and I will be okay if anything were to happen. This may just be a normal thing for a person, or it could be a result of someone who was once homeless as a teenager. I have no idea.
Thank you so much for having me on Feed Your Fiction Addiction!