Book Cover Reveal for THE GIRL!

“Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.”
—Neil Gaiman

Here it is! The book cover reveal for my short story, THE GIRL!

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Synopsis:
Today is Chad’s last day in Montreal. In just a few hours, he will be flying to Los Angeles, where his ex-girlfriend, Lara, is waiting for him.

But sometimes plans can change. Even when you have a one-way ticket in your hand.

THE GIRL is a short story that explores Chad Miller’s life, and everything that happens right before he meets Sonja Fines. Where THE GIRL ends, HIGH begins.

RELEASE DATE:
THE GIRL will be AVAILABLE TOMORROW, August 26, 2016, in eBook format on Amazon.com for 99 cents! I hope you check it out!

Share THE GIRL on social media and use #thegirlbycoreymp!

Cheers!
Corey M.P.
Instagram @coreympwrites

Buy a Paperback and Give Back

The holidays are upon us again. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and there’s a lot to be thankful for. In the spirit of the holidays, I thought I’d do something special this year.

From today until December 20th, if you…

1. Buy a paperback copy of my novel, HIGH, and I’ll donate 50% to SFCD
When you purchase a paperback copy of my novel, HIGH, I will donate half of the profit to Support for Families of Children with Disabilities (SFCD).

What is SFCD?
SFCD is a parent-run San Francisco-based nonprofit organization founded in 1982. They support families of children with any kind of disability or special health care.

Why SFCD?
My four-year-old daughter, Samantha, has a global delay. SFCD has helped us with a wealth of information from the very beginning. I feel it’s time we give back to them.

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If you’d like to help, click here to buy a paperback copy of HIGH. Get it for yourself or as a gift for the holidays!

2. Buy a paperback copy of my children’s book, Goodnight World, and I’ll donate a copy to a child with special needs
For every paperback copy you purchase, I will donate a copy of Goodnight World to a child with special needs.

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If you’d like to help, click here to buy a paperback copy of Goodnight World. Get it for your child or as a gift for the holidays!

Other ways you can help:
Spread the word and email your friends and family, or reblog this post, share it on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest!

I’ll be posting updates in the next few weeks, so stay tuned.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Dialogue

“How did you even know it was me? I look so different now,” I say.

“I don’t think you look that different. You’re just the older version of you. Your eyes are the same. You still squint a little when you’re unsure about something…and when you smile, you have a careful way of curling your lips—just enough to cause your eyes to sparkle.” He smiles at me, as I melt in front of him.

—Paper Airplane (a novelette)
Available now on amazon.com. 

An Excerpt for You

My second book, Paper Airplane, is releasing in just a few days. Now that the editing is done, I thought I’d post an excerpt.

Here it is. Enjoy!

Excerpt from Paper Airplane:
I was eleven years old when I first saw him. I remember it was a Monday, and dad drove me to school that wet and gloomy morning.

“It’s raining cats and dogs out here, Amanda,” he said, every few minutes.
“Yes, it is,” I replied, every few minutes.

I watched the windshield wipers sway viciously from left to right while I imagined I was in my bedroom instead rearranging the posters on my wall, or curled up in my bed reading a mystery book. I was having one of those days when I didn’t feel like going to school. Meanwhile, my dad was tapping his fingers on the wheel and bopping his head as he listened to “Hip To Be Square” by Huey Lewis and The News for the second time on his cassette player. By the third time it played, I too was bopping my head and tapping my fingers on the dashboard. It was only a ten-minute ride to school, but it took us longer because my dad always drove slower in the rain. Spring showers never bothered me. I always looked forward to the way the flowers and the trees sparkled after a good rain.

First period had just begun when we heard Principal Friedman’s voice permeate through the hallways. He was a short and stocky man, but his voice had so much authority that even when he was simply greeting someone a good morning, you couldn’t help but stop what you were doing to look at him and see who he was speaking to. But he wasn’t greeting anyone this time. He sounded more like he was giving someone a tour of the school.

Our Math teacher, Mr. Webster, sped to the door to see what was going on. Several of my classmates trailed right behind him, while I stayed where I was. My chair happened to be at the front of the class closest to the door, but I couldn’t see anything until Mr. Webster walked back toward his desk. Waving his hands in the air with sweat marks showing under his arms, he announced, “It’s only a new student. Go back to your seats.” He stood in front of the class with his arms crossed and waited for everyone to get seated. I couldn’t help but notice a couple of the buttons on his bright-patterned shirt about to pop. I was certain that Mr. Webster liked his beer because my dad liked his beer, and his belly looked identical to Mr. Webster’s.

My eyes finally strayed back to Principal Friedman and the new student. I remember thinking how peculiar it was to have anyone start school now knowing it was only two months away from the summer. Regardless, it felt exciting seeing someone new parade down the hallway. I craned my neck and caught a glimpse of his back as they entered the classroom across from ours. I thought, how lucky of him to get Mrs. Callahan as his homeroom teacher. She was the nicest teacher in the school. She had such a warm personality and was always in a pleasant mood. She reminded me a lot of my grandmother. One time, she offered me half of her chocolate cookie during recess. She said she could only eat half because she was on a diet. I don’t think she was on a diet. I think she simply wanted to share.

When Mr. Webster began writing notes on the chalkboard, I inched my chair closer to the front, curious to get a better look of the unfamiliar face. I pulled my long crimped hair into a quick ponytail and gazed out at his direction. The boy had a nice tan complexion and had dark wavy hair with bangs that covered a part of his face. He wore a brown sweater that looked a size too big for him, a pair of navy blue pants that seemed a bit wrinkled, and brown shoes that almost looked worn out. He was holding a handful of books and notebooks under his right arm. He turned his head and noticed me staring at him. His eyes were dark and intense. As he gazed at me his face relaxed, and he broke a smile. I smiled back and remember getting a funny feeling in my stomach. I glanced away for a second and when I looked back, Mr. Webster was already shutting our door. But just before the door hit the latch, I heard the principal announce his name. Felipe.

 

Want more? Click here to read the book summary.
Paper Airplane will release on August 15, 2013.

 

An Excerpt for You

My second book, Paper Airplane, is releasing in just a few days. Now that the editing is done, I thought I’d post an excerpt.

Here it is. Enjoy!

Excerpt from Paper Airplane:
I was eleven years old when I first saw him. I remember it was a Monday, and dad drove me to school that wet and gloomy morning.

“It’s raining cats and dogs out here, Amanda,” he said, every few minutes.
“Yes, it is,” I replied, every few minutes.

I watched the windshield wipers sway viciously from left to right while I imagined I was in my bedroom instead rearranging the posters on my wall, or curled up in my bed reading a mystery book. I was having one of those days when I didn’t feel like going to school. Meanwhile, my dad was tapping his fingers on the wheel and bopping his head as he listened to “Hip To Be Square” by Huey Lewis and The News for the second time on his cassette player. By the third time it played, I too was bopping my head and tapping my fingers on the dashboard. It was only a ten-minute ride to school, but it took us longer because my dad always drove slower in the rain. Spring showers never bothered me. I always looked forward to the way the flowers and the trees sparkled after a good rain.

First period had just begun when we heard Principal Friedman’s voice permeate through the hallways. He was a short and stocky man, but his voice had so much authority that even when he was simply greeting someone a good morning, you couldn’t help but stop what you were doing to look at him and see who he was speaking to. But he wasn’t greeting anyone this time. He sounded more like he was giving someone a tour of the school.

Our Math teacher, Mr. Webster, sped to the door to see what was going on. Several of my classmates trailed right behind him, while I stayed where I was. My chair happened to be at the front of the class closest to the door, but I couldn’t see anything until Mr. Webster walked back toward his desk. Waving his hands in the air with sweat marks showing under his arms, he announced, “It’s only a new student. Go back to your seats.” He stood in front of the class with his arms crossed and waited for everyone to get seated. I couldn’t help but notice a couple of the buttons on his bright-patterned shirt about to pop. I was certain that Mr. Webster liked his beer because my dad liked his beer, and his belly looked identical to Mr. Webster’s.

My eyes finally strayed back to Principal Friedman and the new student. I remember thinking how peculiar it was to have anyone start school now knowing it was only two months away from the summer. Regardless, it felt exciting seeing someone new parade down the hallway. I craned my neck and caught a glimpse of his back as they entered the classroom across from ours. I thought, how lucky of him to get Mrs. Callahan as his homeroom teacher. She was the nicest teacher in the school. She had such a warm personality and was always in a pleasant mood. She reminded me a lot of my grandmother. One time, she offered me half of her chocolate cookie during recess. She said she could only eat half because she was on a diet. I don’t think she was on a diet. I think she simply wanted to share.

When Mr. Webster began writing notes on the chalkboard, I inched my chair closer to the front, curious to get a better look of the unfamiliar face. I pulled my long crimped hair into a quick ponytail and gazed out at his direction. The boy had a nice tan complexion and had dark wavy hair with bangs that covered a part of his face. He wore a brown sweater that looked a size too big for him, a pair of navy blue pants that seemed a bit wrinkled, and brown shoes that almost looked worn out. He was holding a handful of books and notebooks under his right arm. He turned his head and noticed me staring at him. His eyes were dark and intense. As he gazed at me his face relaxed, and he broke a smile. I smiled back and remember getting a funny feeling in my stomach. I glanced away for a second and when I looked back, Mr. Webster was already shutting our door. But just before the door hit the latch, I heard the principal announce his name. Felipe.

 

Want more? Click here to read the book summary.
Paper Airplane will release on August 15, 2013.

 

It’s Been Six Months Since…

…I published my first novel, HIGH.

Whenever I flip through the pages of HIGH, I still can’t believe I wrote those words. I was the one who spent hours, days, weeks, months—even years toiling over each word and each paragraph. I created that plot and made up those characters using my imagination. I wrote that story. For a good while, that story was my little secret. A secret I was afraid to share with anyone. Now it’s out there for the world to see.

I feel that no matter how many books I write and publish from now on, HIGH will always be the most important one. This book and I went through a lot of ups and downs together. In the process of writing and editing it—life happened. I got engaged, got married, got pregnant, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, became a parent, became a stay-at-home-mom, was diagnosed with a rare nerve disorder, had brain surgery—and through it all, I never gave up. Whenever I could, I kept writing. I wanted to finish my book. I wanted to achieve my goal despite the challenges that came my way. And I did it. It wasn’t easy. But I did it.

HIGH will always remind me of what I’ve been through and how strong I’ve become. It will always remind me of how hard I worked to chase a dream—no matter what. Regardless of how successful or unsuccessful HIGH may turn out to be—I will always be proud of it.

HIGH is available in paperback and eBook format on amazon.com.