Welcome to Swoon Sunday where you get to meet some of our swoon-worthy heroes…and heroines. Today we have a visit from Cass from Pretty Dead Girls by NYT bestselling author Monica Murphy!
What’s your profession?
I’m a senior at an uppity private high school. It sucks.
Where do you call home?
Cape Bonita, California, a too small, too rich town right on the ocean.
What kind of music do you listen to?
Um, angry stuff. Angsty stuff. My favorite playlist on Spotify is called Life Sucks.
Do you have a special skill?
I used to be a really good liar, but I’ve changed my ways. I’m trying to be good—for my grandma and for Penelope.
What’s your biggest regret?
That I got involved in things I shouldn’t have and went down the wrong path. I’ve straightened out my life for the most part, but I’m sure I gave my grandma—who I live with—a big scare.
Describe the craziest thing you have done.
I don’t want to describe it because the craziest thing I’ve ever done happens in Pretty Dead Girls, so let’s just say it involves a dark night, a windy road, and a fast car with no headlights on.
Boxers or briefs?
Froot Loops or Lucky Charms (or both)?
Neither – I prefer Captain Crunch.
Early bird or night owl?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
People who judge you for what your parents did. I can’t control their actions, yet I have to pay for their choices.
Liked this interview with Cass? Then check out this swoony and a little bit sexy scene:
I suck in a breath, shocked by the jolt of electricity that rushes through my blood when his lips touch mine. We’re already completely wrapped up in each other. It feels…natural to kiss him.
His arms tighten around my waist, pulling me into him. I circle my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding into his hair. It’s thick and soft, the ends curling around my fingers, and I tunnel my hands deeper into it, savoring the hitch in his breath when I do so.
Our mouths are still connected. We kiss and kiss. Soft, innocent kisses at first, and then I part my lips, and he does too. Our lips linger, the kisses last longer as our breaths accelerate, and then his tongue is there, tracing my lips, circling mine…
It’s the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, the both of us trying to be quiet as we secretly make out while hiding in Courtney’s closet. His hands go to my waist and he readjusts me so I’m straddling him, and I wrap my legs around his hips. We’re chest to chest, his bulky sweatshirt is totally in my way, and I wish I could tear it off him so I can get closer.
But I settle for this. We’re kissing for kissing’s sake. There’s no end game, no trying to get into each other’s pants or get each other off, as Courtney so eloquently put it. And it feels so good, to get lost in Cass’s arms and lips for a while, to forget about my troubles, to concentrate on the delicious slide of his tongue against mine, his hands in my hair, the race of his heart and the heat of his skin.
About Pretty Dead Girls:
Beautiful. Perfect. Dead.
In the peaceful seaside town of Cape Bonita, wicked secrets and lies are hidden just beneath the surface. But all it takes is one tragedy for them to be exposed.
The most popular girls in school are turning up dead, and Penelope Malone is terrified she’s next. All the victims so far have been linked to Penelope—and to a boy from her physics class. The one she’s never really noticed before, with the rumored dark past and a brooding stare that cuts right through her.
There’s something he isn’t telling her. But there’s something she’s not telling him, either.
Everyone has secrets, and theirs might get them killed.