SYNOPSIS:
Boy Swap: The secret to sisterly love and scholarly bliss.
Research shows that seven out of ten girl fights are over a guy. The Boy Swap Club fixes all that. In an effort to spread around male cuteness and minimize fights and backstabbing, they just share boyfriends. And Brooke Thomas, consummate band member, has been asked to join the super secret club because the president of the club has the hots for her guy.
Brooke doesn’t want to share her boyfriend. I mean, who does? But how can she say no? She, a second chair flutist in the school band, finds herself sitting between the Varsity Cheerleader Captain and the Homecoming Queen at the first meeting. Her friends will never believe this in a million years. Too bad she can’t tell them. But she knows. This one event can change her entire life. What if she becomes actual friends with one of these girls? It might be worth sharing her boyfriend.
Besides, he'll always love her best, right?
Web site: http://www.kristinaspringer.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TinaSpringer
Release Date: 10/16/13
eBook for sale on: Amazon, B&N, Kobo, Apple
BIO:
Short:
Kristina Springer is the best-selling author of THE ESPRESSOLOGIST, MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS, JUST YOUR AVERAGE PRINCESS, THE PAPARAZZI PROJECT and BOY SWAP. She has a Masters in Writing from DePaul University and she resides in a suburb of Chicago with her husband and children. Read more about her at http://www.kristinaspringer.com.
More detailed:
Kristina Springer is the best-selling author of the young adult novel THE ESPRESSOLOGIST (Macmillan FSG, October 2009) which sold film rights and is being filmed for a web series, has sold in six countries, and was a 2010 Society of School Librarians International Honor Book; the middle-grade novel MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS (Macmillan FSG, August 2010) which Meg Cabot says is “Irresistible as a fluffy kitten. I laughed out loud and so will you!" was a Scholastic Book Club Bestseller and a 2012 YALSA QUICK PICK and will be out in paperback this December; a young adult novel, JUST YOUR AVERAGE PRINCESS, which was a Fall favorite (Macmillan FSG, October 2011) and an ebook only young adult novel, THE PAPARAZZI PROJECT, which hit #1 on the Amazon Top Free Teen Romance eBooks list earlier this year. Her fifth book, BOY SWAP, is out in ebook format October 16th. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Education from Illinois State University and a Master of Arts in Writing from DePaul University. You can read more about her at http://www.kristinaspringer.com/.
INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:
(Feel free to pick and choose which questions to use)
The main character in BOY SWAP is a self-appointed “band nerd.” Were you a band nerd in high school?
Totally. I even played the flute like Brooke. But that’s where the similarities end. Brooke is much stronger than I was in high school. And she’s got a great-looking boyfriend that other girls are envious of. I didn’t even date in high school.
What is your favorite scene in the book?
I had sooooo much fun writing this book and there are several scenes that pop out in my mind. My absolute favorite is the end though. It played out like a movie in my head. I love it!
I had sooooo much fun writing this book and there are several scenes that pop out in my mind. My absolute favorite is the end though. It played out like a movie in my head. I love it!
Would you have joined a Boy Swap club in high school?
Hmm. Well, like I said above, I didn’t even date in high school. But if I really wanted to be popular and this was a chance, I think I just might have.
Hmm. Well, like I said above, I didn’t even date in high school. But if I really wanted to be popular and this was a chance, I think I just might have.
What is it about the art form of writing that enchants you the most?
I love seeing where a story is going to go! The first draft for me is always very freeing. And I love surprising myself too. Often when I reread something I wrote I'm shocked that I actually wrote it.
How do you imagine audience as you are writing?
I write for myself but I also write for my audience. I was a technical writer for years and with that you are always just writing for your audience—never for yourself. You need to constantly think about what their needs are. But with fiction you are mostly writing what you enjoy. I do occasionally think, will my readers like this? So I try to keep a balance of both.
How do you weave so much elements of information into your stories and yet you keep them so fast-paced?
I naturally write very fast-paced stories. So I just go with it and when I'm finished I go back and add in the needed details.
Many writers describe themselves as "character" or "plot" writers. Which are you? And what do you find to be the hardest part of writing?
I'm definitely plot driven. Once I get a story in my head I'm writing it as fast I can and then I go back and add in the quirks and details. I'd say the hardest part for me is revision. It always takes me awhile to see how something should be different or could be better.
If you were brought to a deserted island, which 3 books would you bring with you?
Good question! I'm totally not a re-reader so I'd probably grab Meg Cabot, Lauren Myracle, and Sophie Kinsella's newest releases.
Any advice for writers either working toward publication, or about to be published?
Don't get discouraged and don't quit. If you're persistent and always believe in yourself you'll eventually get there. You need to write as often as you can, know that there will be TONS of revision so don't expect to be perfect on the first draft, and also read a lot of books that are in your genre so that you know what's going on in your field.
This is your fifth published book. Do you have favorite?
I love ‘em all—they’re like kids. But I’ll always have a special spot for my first book, THE ESPRESSOLOGIST. A number of my faithful readers have told me that BOY SWAP is their fave.
I love ‘em all—they’re like kids. But I’ll always have a special spot for my first book, THE ESPRESSOLOGIST. A number of my faithful readers have told me that BOY SWAP is their fave.
What's next for you?
I’m currently working on a fun middle grade book and don’t want to jinx it by talking about it too much. It’s my first middle grade since MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS, which was a Scholastic bestseller, so I have a lot to live up to! My middle grade fans have been asking me for something new and I want to deliver. MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS is also releasing in paperback later this year—12/31.
I’m currently working on a fun middle grade book and don’t want to jinx it by talking about it too much. It’s my first middle grade since MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS, which was a Scholastic bestseller, so I have a lot to live up to! My middle grade fans have been asking me for something new and I want to deliver. MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS is also releasing in paperback later this year—12/31.
Any news on THE ESPRESSOLOGIST web series?
Last I heard Alloy Digital presented it at NewsFronts 2013 (http://www.thevideoink.com/features/newfronts-programming-cheat-sheet/#.UknD2oZr13E) and this awesome trailer (http://vimeo.com/65241860) was put together. Rumor has it there is a release around the holidays but nothing is certain.
Last I heard Alloy Digital presented it at NewsFronts 2013 (http://www.thevideoink.com/features/newfronts-programming-cheat-sheet/#.UknD2oZr13E) and this awesome trailer (http://vimeo.com/65241860) was put together. Rumor has it there is a release around the holidays but nothing is certain.
Can we follow you on twitter?
Please do! I’m @TinaSpringer
Please do! I’m @TinaSpringer
EXCERPT:
Chapter 1: Tap, tap
Raise your right hand and repeat after me:
We, the members of the Boy Swap Club, being of totally sound minds and rockin’ bodies, do here forth promise to be true to the following rules:
- Never hog your boyfriend all to yourself.
- Never get mad at a sister member for dating your guy.
- Don’t go all the way with any of the swapped guys.
- And never, ever, fall in love with any guys involved in the swap.
I put down my hand and smile at the group of girls I’ve just joined. I can’t believe that I’m really here. I don’t totally understand what it is that I just agreed to but who cares? I’m hanging out with the “it” girls. Cassie Deegan and Caitlyn Ray, the two most popular girls in our entire school, run this club and I about died when Cassie invited me to attend. She slipped me a note after Biology this afternoon that said, “4 p.m., Bookends Bookstore, Travel section. Be there.” At first I thought, oh great—I pissed somebody off and now she’s going to lure me into an empty corner of the giant bookstore so she and her friends can kick my butt, film it on their cells, and post it on YouTube. But curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t believe it when I showed up and found ten of the prettiest, most popular girls at my school sitting in a circle waiting for me.
Well, except for, blech, Delaney Adams, the only girl who might actually want to kick my butt. She stands a few feet behind the C2, scowling and appearing generally unhappy that I’m here. Not that that’s new. Obviously she was the “Nay” in the Yay or Nay vote on my invitation. But Cassie and Caitlyn must really want me here so she can just go ahead and deal.
“Okay,” Cassie bellows to the circle, interrupting my thoughts, “I need to make it clear that not just anybody can join Boy Swap. This is a super secret elite club that you have to be tapped into. So don’t like, go running off and telling your friends or anything. Because we’ll deny it all. You were chosen to join our club because you have a desirable boyfriend.” Cassie looks directly at me and gives me a tight smirk.
Hmmm…Chris is a hottie. With his adorable dimples and dive-right-in ocean blue eyes, I think he’s irresistible. But they really picked me because my boyfriend is cute? How weird.
“Look at the girl to your left and the girl to your right,” Caitlyn instructs.
I glance to my left at Sarah Reynolds with her long shiny blonde hair; she’s the swim team captain and last year’s homecoming queen. On my right is Jackie Adelson with glossy auburn waves; she’s a varsity cheerleader and the lead in every single school play. I finger my own chin-length dark brown hair. Okay. So if the three of us went head-to-head for a Pantene commercial I’d come in third. But Chris loves my hair. He’s always running his hands through it when we’re making out.
“They may not be your friends outside in the real world,” Cassie continues, “but in here, they’re your sisters.”
Wow. Sisters! I’ve always wanted a sister. Or two. Or ten. I reach down into my purse for my phone—I want to text Lizzie so bad and tell her all about it. Oooh, but I can’t. Cassie just warned against that, right? Well, I know, and that is what’s important. Currently, my school social status is kind of up for grabs. I’m not exactly what you would call popular. Okay, who am I kidding? If we had to walk the school with our status branded across our chests for all the world to see like Hester Prynne in The Scarlet Letter, mine would read “BN” for Band Nerd.
Yes, I’m totally a band nerd. I am the second chair flutist in our school symphony as well as in the marching band. Ack, I know, I know! The orange and black toy soldier band uniforms are flattering on no one! Believe me, if I could convince Mr. Shank, our band director, to let us out on the football field in cute sundresses and wedge sandals, I would. But it is a sacrifice that I make to play my music. I love the flute. When I play it, I feel all Tinkerbell twinkly. If you play an instrument in the band then the flute is the only way to go. Your sound stands out higher and prettier than all of the other instruments and it feels more like they are accompanying you. But don’t mention to anyone that I said that. I’ll have a bunch of pissed off clarinetists and saxophonists on my back.
Anyway, maybe I don’t have to forever be known as a band nerd? This could really change everything for me. Maybe now I’ll make friends with some of these girls and break into their cliques. And that would totally piss Delaney off as well, which is a major bonus. She just hates that I’m sitting here smack dab in the middle of her world. We’ve spent the last five years pretending each other didn’t exist so I imagine this is completely killing her. Her eyes are rolling so far back in her head I’m afraid they might detach and plop right out onto the floor at any moment.
“If there are no questions, I’d like you to sign the forms I’m passing out and…”
“I have a question,” I say, shooting my hand in the air. All eyes fall on me. “Um, I guess I don’t quite understand what I’m agreeing to. What is the Boy Swap Club exactly?”
Cassie sighs and rubs her temple with her right hand.
Whoops. Did she already explain and I wasn’t paying attention?
“Research shows that seven out of ten girl fights are over a guy,” Cassie says quickly. “We’ve discovered the secret to harmony and happiness at school. In order to maximize on male cuteness and minimize on fights and backstabbing, we just share our boyfriends. ”
“And the guys don’t care?” I ask.
“Like we tell them.” Caitlyn laughs and the rest of the girls join her. Okay, so apparently everyone here does know how things work already, and I’m asking too many questions. But come on, it sounds a little strange. How do you share boyfriends without their knowledge? And why do they want to share boyfriends anyway? I don’t even like to share my fries. Although, loaning Chris out to get to hang with these girls is intriguing. It would be hysterical if I actually became popular from being in their club, so popular that Delaney would beg me to be friends with her again and then I could reject her snooty butt. Oooh, that would be amazing. And I’m sure they’d return Chris to me in the same condition as I left him, right? Hmm. Oh, what am I saying? This is ridiculous.
“So, like I said before, if there are no other questions…” Cassie scans the circle with an arched eyebrow—daring someone to say something. But no one makes a peep. “I’ll need you each to sign one of these,” she adds. A stack of papers is quickly passed around the circle of girls, and I start to read mine. It’s some kind of boyfriend permission form. These girls are funny!
“Okay,” Cassie interrupts my thoughts, “you are being passed an agreement that we’ll need you to sign immediately. It is really simple. I, fill in your name, voluntarily participate in the Interscholastic Boyfriend Exchange Program, here forth referred to as ‘Boy Swap Club’ blah blah, of which my boyfriend, fill in his name, unknowingly shall participate, blah blah blah, turn the page, enter into this agreement under no force and of my free will, yadda yadda, for a period of no less than three months, blah blah blah. If contract is broken, penalties up to and including excommunication from entire student body…well, you get the gist. If you want to join our club, sign now.”
Seriously, can this girl slow down? I don’t want to give away a kidney or something. I scan the first few lines. I don’t know. Should I do it? Part of me says drop the paper on the chair and get the heck out of here. Part of me says don’t be a bore, take a chance, and see what happens. What’s the harm? I raise my hand again.
“Yes?” Cassie says, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Can I get a copy of this to read at home?” I hear a few sighs and see several girls give each other looks. Yikes. They’re probably all wondering who let the loser in. But I just want to gather more information. I mean, this isn’t exactly like when I joined French club.
Stop it Brooke! This is so not going to change your Band Nerd status. And besides, these girls are, like, the smartest and prettiest at school. They are readily signing it so it can’t be that bad, right? And it’s not like Chris would ever cheat on me anyway so I’m totally getting the best of both worlds. “I mean, never mind. Sounds fab,” I add quickly and scribble my name. “Here,” I pass my form to Sarah and try to appear thrilled. Everyone shuffles their papers back to Cassie.
My stomach flips. Ugh. What did I just agree to? That was rash wasn’t it? I didn’t even take time to really think it over. Let girls date my Chris? Why would I do that? And why do they want Chris anyway? True, he’s hot. But he’s just as big a band nerd as me. Although what’s wrong with band nerds anyway? We’re cool. In our own way. Maybe the popular kids are finally ready to give us the appreciation we deserve. Ah, who am I kidding? No, things are fine the way they are. I don’t need to be in this silly club. Now if I can just get that piece of paper back… “Um, excuse me, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d…”
“Okay,” Caitlyn says, completely ignoring me. “There is one last piece of business before we let you go today.” She props her Dooney & Burke bag up on her lap and pulls from it a fistful of the rare, extremely sought after, pale pink scarves.
A collective “ooooooh” goes around the circle and every girl is staring at the pile of scarves with wide eyes.
“You will each be given one of these pink scarves,” Caitlyn says but I can hardly hear her. My mind is racing. Ohmigod! The scarves! Lizzie and I have been searching everywhere for these scarves. All the girls have. It’s like, the popular girls started a fad and none of us could join in because we couldn’t find the darn things anywhere. And now I am getting one? Lizzie is going to DIE!
But wait, grasp reality here, I don’t need one. I’ve made it all this time without a scarf. Without being popular. I’m fine. Closing eyes now. Nothing to see here. Well, maybe just a little peek.
“You must always have the scarf on you in some way—neck, hair, wrist, whatever,” Caitlyn says. “If it doesn’t match your outfit that day well, then have it on your backpack or your purse in some fashion. This is our signal to each other that we are all in the BSC. Never, and I mean NEVER, tell anyone where you got the scarf. If you are ever asked, tell them it was a sale at Macy’s.” Everyone is bobbing their heads up and down in excitement. My fingers are twitching at the idea of possibly holding a scarf in just a few seconds. Cailtyn walks the circle, dropping one scarf in each girl’s lap.
I’m losing will power fast. Must. Touch. Scarf. Caitlyn’s getting closer to me. What will people say if they see me at school wearing this scarf? Matching with all of these super cool girls, together in solidarity. A sign that I belong with them. That I, Brooke Thomas, second chair flutist, am someone important. My right leg is bouncing up and down in anticipation. And then Caitlyn drops a scarf on it.
Oh my God. I drape it over my left wrist and hold it up toward the light. This is the most beautiful scarf I’ve ever seen.
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