**Teaser Tuesday** In case you missed it, yesterday we revealed the cover for Mari's upcoming Middle Grade release, PRINCESSES, INC. And today we have the first excerpt from the book just for all of you!! And don't forget, preorder is the highest form of flattery for authors, so grab your copy now! ~Sarah https://www.amazon.com/Princesses-Inc-mix-Mari-Mancusi-ebook/dp/B01LX3BVT1/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1476803521&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=princesses%2C+in+mari+mancusi ******EXCERPT FROM PRINCESSES, INC. BELOW *********** “You guys! Oh my gosh you guys! You are literally not going to believe this!” Sarah and I looked up from lunch, just in time to see Kalani dive toward our table, her long black hair swishing from side to side as she clutched her cell phone in her hands. Technically we were supposed to keep our phones in our lockers during the day, but Kalani always seemed to find a way to skirt the stupid rule and not get caught. I, on the other hand, could have had a random stray thought about a phone and I’d probably be suspended for a month. As Kalani plopped down into her seat—the one we saved for her every lunch period (As every lunch period she seemed to find a new and unique reason to be late.) Sarah and I leaned in, to see what it was we would “literally” not be able to believe this time around. With Kalani, you never knew. It could be that someone had discovered the cure for cancer. Or that the caf was serving pizza tomorrow. Or, in this particular case, something called Comicpalooza. “Comic-pa-looza?” I read, scrunching up my face in question. “What’s that?” “You don’t know?” Kalani raised an eyebrow. “Time to turn in your geek card, Smith.” I frowned, a little offended. “Hey I live long and prosper like a boss and don’t you forget it.” “If that’s true then you should totally know about Comicpalooza,” she declared. “It’s, like, this huge, international comic convention they hold every year in Houston. Kind of like Comic Con in San Diego—but not quite as big. All these celebrities come and everyone dresses up in costumes and they have this huge floor where you can buy, like, a Harry Potter wand or a model Millennium Falcon.” “Okay…” I gave her a curious look, wondering why she was so excited about this. I mean, don’t get me wrong—it sounded super cool to me, the resident geek gamer of our group. But for Kalani to be this excited over something that was not pizza or Collin Prince (or Collin Prince eating pizza) there had to be something I was missing. “Well, that sounds great…” “Though not all that unbelievable, if they hold it every year,” Sarah added helpfully. Kalani rolled her eyes, not dignifying her remark with a response. Instead, she pushed her phone into our faces again. This time my eyes caught something new: a small photo just beneath the large headline banner. I gasped, my eyes widening. I looked up at Kalani. She bounced in her seat, grinning like a loon. “Told you!” she said triumphantly. Plucking the phone from her grasp, I stared down at the screen. Stared down at the smiling face of none other than Collin Prince himself, listed under “Special Guests.” I almost dropped the phone. Collin Prince. Meeting fans. Collin Prince. Signing autographs. Taking pictures. Collin Prince reenacting his best magic tricks and stunts on stage in front of a live studio audience. I swallowed hard, then looked up at my friends. For once, Kalani was right. I literally could not believe it.
