Blog Tour: The Gap Year by Rita Kruger with Excerpt and Giveaway

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Today’s stop is for Rita Kruger’s The Gap Year. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.
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Angela Wright might have everything her father’s money can buy, but that
meant nothing to her on the night of her twenty-eight birthday. She
is angry and a little bit drunk as she flees the scene of a fight
with her mother.
All her life she has done the right thing. But she is tired of living
under her mother’s shadow. How can she ever compete with Margaret
Wright, the first Human judge on the Intergalactic High Court?
Within the space of a few days, Angela drops out in the last semester at
Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation Academy, signs a bounty hunting
contract to find the top ten criminals in the galaxy, and kisses
Brenda, her best friend since childhood.
She might be late, but at last she is blooming.
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Angela opened the door to her apartment for Bren, who arrived with pizza and wine and enough chocolate to feed a small town’s children. She also chewed with her mouth open, gasping at the hot cheese on the pizza slice. Angela picked with her fingers at her own food. Her stomach was all tied up in a small fist, and there was no place for anything.
“You need to eat, girl,” Bren said.
“If Thomas was here, he would have told you that isn’t cheese,” Angela said, nodding at the pizza.
“It’s not cheese?” Bren said. “Then what is it? Because it looks like cheese, it sure smells like cheese, and,” she took a big bite, “it tastes like cheese.”
“Not real cheese,” Angela said. “That was made from chickpeas. Real cheese came from milk.”
“But now there are no more cows, or goats or whatever other animals gave Humans milk,” Bren said, chewing. “So this,” she nodded to the pizza slice in her hand, “is real cheese.”
Angela shrugged.
“Anyway, isn’t he a vegan?” Bren asked. “What does he know about cheese?”
“He used to not be one,” Angela said. “But he still remembers what real cheese and real meat tasted like. He hates the new meat they grow artificially. Says it tastes like grass, but smells like cow, or chicken, or whatever variety you bought.”
“And don’t think by changing the subject you get out of jail,” Bren said, shaking her head from side to side. “You still need to eat.”
Angela looked into Bren’s eyes. “I had something when I got back from the gym.”
“Liar,” Bren said.
Angela sighed. “I had a protein shake.”
“Ok, that I do believe. But you need real food.”
“We already established that nothing you are putting in your mouth right now is in fact real food,” Angela said, smiling. “Not the cheese nor the meat.”
“Its food according to the standards of 2053,” Bren said. “So have some.”
“Maybe later,” she said, shoving the plate away. “I’d feel better once we have looked at the mess and did what we could to contain the fall out.”
“Did you let your mother know?”
Angela shook her head. “Should I be the one?”
“That is a copout thought.”
“I know.”
Angela lifted her mobile, opened the last conversation to her mother. Typed in #wrightfight. For a moment her fingers hung in the air as she thought about what else to say. But there was nothing to add.
She pressed send.
“Done.”
“That was short.”
Angela took a swig from the glass of Shiraz. “…and sweet,” she added.
“Did you talk to her since the party?”
Angela rose, started to clear the table.
“Stop running, Ang.”
“I don’t know what to say to her,” Ange said from the kitchen. “All ties seem to be severed.”
“That’s a lie,” Bren said. “She’s your mother. It might be all twisted right now, but the connection is still there.”
“I know.”
“But you lack the courage to make the jump, don’t ya?”
Angela shrugged, but Bren’s eyes on her burned like fire. “Yes,” she admitted.
“You were a cop. You worked the city streets,” Bren said, “Courage isn’t something you ever had a shortage off.”
“I don’t feel myself anymore,” Angela said as she sat down at the table again.
“What changed? Because the Angela I know would never fuck up her career with the Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation by driving drunk after a party.”
“I don’t know.”
“Copout answer.”
Angela sighed, swirled the red wine under her nose, and then swallowed it in one large gulp. Placing the glass down, she tried to think of what to tell Bren.
“I feel trapped.”
“How?”
“I’m Margaret Wright’s daughter,” she answered. “The one with the illustrious career as a judge. You know what that is like. You’ve been around long enough to see.”
Bren watched her carefully.
“But it’s even worse now that she is also the first ever Human to be selected to sit on the bench of the highest court in the galaxy,” Angela sighed.
“It never made you feel trapped before.”
“I’m almost thirty, and people still see her when they hear my name. It is as if I don’t exist at all… as if I’m not a person in my own right. I’m just another part of her, like an appendage that unexpectedly showed up.”
Bren did not answer.
“When they see me, it is like: look, here is something that popped off Margaret Wright, people. Margaret Wright MADE that…” Angela waved her hand from the head down to the feet, “well, whatever that is.”
“That sounds insightful. I’ll take it.”
“I don’t want to live in her shadow forever. I’m suffocating.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I need to get away,” Angela reached over and filled their glasses again.
“Ask for a transfer?”
“In the department she will always be with me. No matter where I go.”
“True.”
Bren opened the box of donuts she brought on the way from the office, holding it out to Angie who selected the chocolate covered one, tearing off a piece to pop into her mouth. They ate the pastries in silence, pondering how to move forward.
“I need to get off this planet.”
Bren’s eyes jumped from her donut to Angela’s face. “Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”
“Do you?”
For a long moment they only looked at each other, and then Bren looked away.
“Maybe.”
Rita Kruger lives in Vereeniging, South Africa. She is wife,
granddaughter, daughter, mother, and grandmother. Most of childhood
happened within the pages of books. Stories conspired to carry her
away from the world she knew. The places and people books introduced
her to were much more exciting than her boring existence.
Currently married to her personal MacGyver, she surrounds herself with what
enriches her body, mind and soul. Family. Friends. Nature. Great
food. Good wine. Mountains of books. She writes novels challenging
major themes of her life in the genres of fantasy and gothic horror,
which she loves.
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