Book Excerpt
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GIRL
Peter turned and bent over to close up his tool box. I checked him out
while his back was to me. So far, I had only seen him from a distance. He was
taller than I thought he would be. Under his oil-stained t-shirt was a fairly
attractive build. My eyes lingered on his disheveled blond hair. My instincts
were telling me, ‘Look away! He’s a brute! He’s scum!’ but my adolescent
hormones were saying, ‘Hmm.’
“Is washing the bus part of your job description?” asked Peter,
straightening up.
“Just trying to keep busy,” I said. “With Alan away all day, I was
getting bored.”
“My dad had to fly off to a corporate meeting this morning, and won’t be
back till late.”
I froze. I hoped Peter hadn’t confused my comment as being some kind of
a come-on. The two of us were alone, with no Press around, and no Secret
Service to chaperone us.
I dipped my sponge into the soapy bucket. My hand trembled, but not
enough that Peter would notice. I stepped up onto the ladder, but holding the
sponge in one hand, and the hose in the other, I started to lose my footing.
“Here,” said Peter, “let me help you with that.”
“No-no,” I said. “I can do—”
But before I could finish my sentence, his hands were around my waist,
as he hoisted me up to the first step.
“Thank you,” I said. I must have been blushing.
“You know what?” said Peter. “I have something to make your job a lot
easier.” He went into his own bus and came back with one of those car-washing
gizmos that jets out soapy water through a nozzle. He attached it to the end of
the hose.
“Why don’t you relax,” he said. “I’ll do this for you. It’ll go quick.”
While Peter was being the perfect gentleman, I still had my doubts about
his sincerity. But I would worry about that later. For now, I could relax while
he did my dirty work for me.
It was now early afternoon, and the day was warming up. So while Peter
spray-washed the bus, I brought out two chairs and set them in a nice, shady
spot. I made up two, tall glasses of ice-cold lemonade. After he finished with
the bus, I figured Peter and I would . . .
What was I doing? Okay, he was polite and a pretty good looker, but how
could I have so easily forgotten what he did to me all those years ago? Had he
changed that much? I had to find out.
About the Book
Title: The Age of Amy: The Thumper Amendment
Author: Bruce Edwards
Genre: YA Fiction
TEENS Win the Vote!
It’s an election year, and Congress has
lowered the voting age to 14. Not one to refuse political involvement,
16-year-old Amy joins a campaign to elect the next U.S. President. Her
goal isn’t only to see her candidate win, but to prevent his rival—an
arrogant, profiteering sleazeball—from ever stepping foot inside the
Oval Office.
Amy’s participation is also personal.
The opposing candidate’s son viciously bullied her in the 3rd grade.
Foiling his father’s bid for the presidency would be the perfect
payback. But, there’s a problem. Her grade school offender has changed.
He has grown into a kind and thoughtful (and cute) young adult. No
longer able to dislike him, Amy’s hatred turns to affection. Is she
falling in love?
Pinnacle Achievement Book Award, “Best Book for Young Adults.”
“Readers will appreciate Amy’s sharp wit and the overall comedy of political theater.”
–Booklist
–Booklist
“This book will be popular with those looking for a quirky love story with an exciting twist.”
–School Library Journal
–School Library Journal
“The author does a highly credible job of displaying the incredible cost of meanness.”
–Readers’ Favorite
–Readers’ Favorite
Author Bio
Bruce Edwards writes young adult fiction on subjects most YA authors shy away from. His award-winning The Age of Amy
series explores unconventional topics—from the trappings of modern
technology to the absurdity of Washington politics. Through fantasy and
imagination, Bruce addresses real-world issues, as young readers enjoy a
fun read.Links
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