Blogger Book Fair Day 4: Goodbye Nothing by Beck Sherman

Day 4 of the Blogger Book Fair I’m happy to bring you an excerpt from Goodbye Nothing by Beck Sherman. Be sure and follow her link over to her blog to check out the reveal of her cover!


Goodbye Nothing Pre-Release Excerpt:


The fortune teller directed them to two folding chairs by a small table with nothing

on top of it. When they all were seated, Ren got a closer look at the woman. Her face

was smooth, but her eyes were old, and when she finally spoke her voice was old too.

He expected her to have an Eastern European accent but out came the thickest Boston

accent he had ever heard. She must be from the gypsy clan out of Dorchester, Ren thought


“My name is Wanderlight,” the fortune teller said.

“Laser Beam,” Ren said, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Ren,” Joey said.

Wanderlight did not take his hand and he took it away.

“It’s forty dollars for a palm reading. Will that be cash, check, or charge?”

“Can we pay in crystals?”


“Cash, then. And it’s only the lady tonight. I already know my future and it’s

stunning. Amazing, really.”

Joey squeezed Ren’s hand. He didn’t usually pick on the elderly, but he believed

anyone who took money for this type of thing was a con artist. Joey started for her purse.

Ren stopped her and pulled out his wallet. He took two twenties from it and gave them to

Wanderlight. As went most transactions for devious deeds, the money was already tucked

neatly away before Ren noticed his hand empty.

“You are blind,” Wanderlight began. Ren shifted noisily in his seat. Joey patted his

leg. “Give me your right palm.”

Joey gave her hand to the woman.

“I see big things in your future. You are going away soon?”

“Yes,” Joey answered.

“Ah, that’s good. You’re young.”

Ren rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure how much he could take.

“You study, yes? Art?”

“Photography.” The fortune teller gave Joey a look at that, like the con artist had the

thought she was the one being conned.

“You have not been blind forever, only since two years.”

“Oh my God, yes.”

Ren leaned into her, “She’s just telling you things you already know.”

Joey whispered back, “She’s proving herself…then comes the interesting stuff.”

Wanderlight was staring at them. “May I continue?”

They both nodded.

“You steal.”

“I do what?” Joey asked.

“You are a thief.”

Ren laughed. The woman couldn’t have pegged Joey more wrong. His best friend

wouldn’t even take a penny from the “Take a penny, leave a penny” tray at convenient


“You steal,” Wanderlight repeated, with more determination this time.

“No ─ I’ve never stolen anything. I’m not sure I could…now…but even when I was

sighted…oh wait. I did take some candy once without paying when I was six or seven. Is

that what you mean?”

“From Conrad’s Confectionary?” Ren asked.

“Yes. Two Swedish fish.”

“I can’t believe it took Wanderstars here for this to come out. What other dirty secrets

are you hiding?” Joey giggled.

“I am not talking about candy fish,” Wanderlight said, raising her voice. “What you

have stolen you do not know about. It is not an object that can be seen or touched or

eaten.” She said the last word as if she had indeed eaten it and it was very, very sour.

“But it has had great consequence, this taking, for you and the other.” Ren and Joey were

quiet. Fairgoers passed by outside. A balloon popped somewhere faraway. The fortune

teller moved her face, so it was almost touching Joey’s hand. Her eyebrows rose.

“What else?” Joey asked.

“You will get a B-plus in French Literature.” Wanderlight released Joey’s hand and

stood. “We’re done.”

“What?” Ren asked.

“I must go. This is not good energy. I like good energy.” Flame tips followed the

woman as she shuffled out of the tent.

“Um, bye,” Ren said.


Beck Sherman was born and raised in Massachusetts. Beck attended Syracuse University

undergrad, has a master’s degree in photojournalism from the University of Westminster,

London, and when not writing, enjoys exploring abandoned insane asylums and photo-

documenting the things that go bump in the night, when they’re kind enough to pose.

Beck’s first novel Revamp is available now on Amazon.

Goodbye Nothing is out on September 3rd! Go on over and check out the BBF cover

reveal happening now at DyingToWrite.



A Brand New Ending

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Phoenix Harper never imagined her life would come to this: A life not worth living anymore.

After a failed suicide attempt, Phoenix is sent to be observed at a local psychiatric hospital. There she meets Braeden Harris, a hospital aide with his own haunting past.

Not long after their first encounter, they feel an unexplainable pull towards one another. Will fate bring them together, or will outside forces tear them apart?






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S.A. Rolls is a native of the Bay Area, where she attended culinary school and obtained a degree in baking and pastry. When she is not baking, she spends her time reading and writing. Stephanie reads anything – from biographies of her favorite president to the most popular YA series. Inspired by her surroundings, she has written her first novel, based in San Francisco, her favorite city. She currently lives with her boyfriend and their five-year-old pug.


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Excerpt from A Brand New Ending:


“I don’t want to go anywhere, Braeden. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”


I think my heart does a back flip. “You have no idea how happy that makes me, hearing you say that.”


She gives me a sly smile, her fingers playing in and around mine.


“Can’t describe how amazing this feels,” she speaks. “I’ve never had anyone care for me like you do.”


“That’s a shame,” I respond quickly. “You deserve so much more than that.”


“Do I?”


I lean over her so that our faces are close but I make sure to do it gently, afraid that she might retreat from my touch.


“Yes,” I say softly as our eyes are locked on each other.


We hold our position and I can tell she is nervous, but I want her to make the first move. I made the mistake of pushing it on her the first time and I won’t be doing that again. I can feel the heat of her breath on my face, its oddly intoxicating. But I hold still. I start to count the number of my heartbeats when I suddenly feel force against my lips. I hold back the smile, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. I start to move my lips against her, the waves of ecstasy flowing through my body. After a second, her lips start to move in unison with mine. I’ve kissed lots of women, but it’s never felt quite like this. I don’t know how long it lasts, but I refrain from sticking my tongue in her mouth, fearing that may be too much. I then swear I feel her moan in my mouth, and it’s the most incredible fucking turn on I have ever heard in my life. She must have realized it too considering she pulled her lips off mine, her hands coming up to her mouth.