I’m thrilled to say that my first book for Duet Books, The Weekend Bucket List, is born!








It wasn’t an easy gestation, metaphorically speaking. For the first time, I wrote a work of general fiction, and for the first time, some of my regular romance readers were left unsatisfied.

They felt the book was incomplete without romance.

But I have a goal and it is to endorse and embrace another important kind of love: friendship.








As a teen, I missed out on the fullest friendship experience; I was focused on finding Mr. Right. I went through LOTS of Mr. Rights until I found Mr. Mia, but I never put the effort into finding Mr./Ms. BFF. Yes, I have had my share of acquaintances, but rarely have I experienced a beloved friend (s) with whom I shared a platonic passion.








And so, there were aches and pains and three-star pre-reviews, which didn’t live up to my hopes and maybe even my expectations, but I embrace my story of complex and passionate friendships with very flawed characters. Like Cody, below… Teens need stories that glorify FRIENDSHIP.








And I hope you choose to give it a read.

Because we all need friends.

<3 Mia

COVER REVEAL of MY CRUNCHY LIFE by Mia Kerick, June 26 release Harmony Ink Press

Today I’d like to reveal the cover of my June 26 YA LGBTQ release from Harmony Ink Press called MY CRUNCHY LIFE.


What’s it about? Well here’s the blurb:

John Lennon fought for world peace, but sixteen-year-old hippie hopeful Kale Oswald’s only made it as far as tie-dying his T-shirts with organic grape juice. Now he’s ready to cement his new hippie identity by joining a local human rights organization, but he doesn’t fit in as well as he’d hoped.

After landing himself in the hospital by washing down a Ziploc bag of pills with a bottle of Gatorade, Julian Mendez came clean to his mother: he is a girl stuck in a boy’s body. Puberty blockers have stopped the maturing of the body he feels has betrayed him. They’re also supposed to give him time to be sure he wants to make a more permanent decision, but he’s already Julia in his heart. What he’s not sure he’s ready to face is the post-transition name-calling and bathroom wars awaiting him at school.

When Kale and Julian come face-to-face at the human rights organization, attraction, teenage awkwardness, and reluctant empathy collide. They are forced to examine who they are and who they want to become. But until Kale can come to terms with his confusion about his own sexuality and Julian can be honest with Kale, they cannot move forward in friendship, or anything more.


Who designed the awesome cover?

The talented Aaron Anderson!!

Here’s an excerpt:

Kale (at local REHO—Rights for Every Human Organization—meeting)

Friday 8:00 p.m.

Where is he… where is he… where is he…. Where. Is. He?

At lunch on Monday, two days before he told me he tried to kill himself by downing a bag of pain medicine, Julian told me, “So I guess I’ll see you Friday night.” Not that the news impacted me in such a way that made it hard for me to fall asleep for the past several nights, because I couldn’t stop picturing Julian semiconscious in his tree house. It didn’t. I’ve been having trouble falling asleep because I’m struggling in Spanish III, that’s all.

So why do I care that he’s not here?

“We gather tonight in the spirit of love and selflessness, and with the solemn hope that our efforts to serve the community will be sufficient to keep hope alive for those who struggle to obtain the rights inherent to all human beings.”

Tonight, instead of doing the standard hand-holding thing, we’ve crossed our arms in front of ourselves, per Judy’s instructions, and are grasping each other’s hands this way.

Welcome to Variations in Hand-holding 101.

“I thought it might be fun,” Judy says, unsuccessfully fighting her urge to giggle, “if we started our meeting tonight by passing a hand squeeze around the circle, as we bond over our common concern—ridding the world of all forms of discrimination.” She peeks around the circle with a sheepish look on her face. “It might be fun… I think… so I’ll start.”

I look up and sharply to the left in an effort to catch eyes with the very tall girl who is again holding my hand. When she glances down at me and I send her a look that clearly asks, “Are we at a human rights organization meeting or in kindergarten class?” But she quickly shrugs and looks away, totally sold on this faux bonding technique. I’m left to wait for the squeeze to come my way so I can pass it on and become one with these relative strangers. Before the squeeze makes its way all the way around the circle, though, our meeting is interrupted.

“I’m late. So sue me.” Julian stops at the bottom of the stairs and strikes a dramatic pose—his right hip jutting out to the side while he scrutinizes his fingernails.

I try to ignore my relief when I see him, but that would be like trying to ignore a tropical cyclone blowing past the tiki hut I’m trying to sleep in on the beach. In other words, it doesn’t work.

“Oh, Julian, hello, and welcome back to REHO. We’re so happy you could make it tonight. Please, join the circle. You’re going to need to cross your arms, though.” Judy warns, and her face is beet red. “We’re passing around a hand squeeze in the name of bonding. It’s a little trickier with your arms crossed.” She waits while Julian steps into the circle between tall girl and me. “I’ll start over again, how does that sound?”

When Julian glances up at me, I see “what the fuck is this?” in his eyes, and I decide Judy has succeeded in her goal, if not in exactly the manner she’d intended. Julian and I have bonded over what we both consider to be a juvenile activity. Or better yet, a stupid exercise in attempting to force emotional connection between strangers.

I receive a sharp squeeze to my right hand and immediately and obediently send it off to Julian.

“Flirt.” He says it so quietly I’m not quite sure he actually said it. Maybe I just wish he said it. And he doesn’t look up at me again until it’s time for us to scatter the throw pillows on the floor. “Get me the purple one,” he says with a nod.

“Huh?” Did Julian just demand I fetch him a pillow? And after suggesting I’m flirting with him? Was I flirting with him?

“The purple pillow. I want that one.” I look down into dark eyes that are sparkling persuasively. Or is it… is that glitter shimmering on his eyelids?

Side note: Glitter used to be made of glass and metal but now it’s mainly made of plastic. It’s a decoration that reflects light, causing it to look like it is actually sparkling.

How on earth do I even know this?

“Wait here and I’ll get it for you.” I turn and rush toward the closet with the rest of the commoners, shaking my head at my eagerness to please the guy.

From behind me I hear Julian’s voice. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

Can I preorder it?





Don’t miss MY CRUNCHY LIFE!!

MARCH FOR OUR LIVES, March 24, 2018

I’m at my daughter, Demi’s, Senior Project Weekend called Bad Self Portraits at SUNY Purchase Conservatory of Dance. But I’d like to offer my virtual participation in MARCH FOR OUR LIVES. Kids have smooch to say. And I am listening.

Thanks for organizing such a momentous event, teens. It will bring change.


Readers have pushed back a bit on my toe-dip into the ocean of YA GENERAL HUMOROUS FICTION with my April 18, 2019 release with Duet Books, THE WEEKEND BUCKET LIST.


THIS. IS. NOT.A. ROMANCE. Yes, this is in BOLD PRINT on a pre-review. And it’s okay–I get it! TWBL is a different genre–GENERAL FICTION. ABOUT PASSIONATE FRIENDSHIP. I had some trouble with it myself. But if you like to laugh and you like real, imperfect YA characters…. 

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT (at this point) from my YA protagonist Cady LaBrie.


Since it’s only Friday, we decide to start small. We have plenty of time this weekend to screw up our lives in monumental ways.

“You go first,” he says. “Ladies before gents.”

I’m a consummate eye-roller and I can’t hold back. But still I bend over, grab the hem of my denim skirt, yank it to my ankles, and then kick it into a pile of leaves. “And you’re such a gentleman.”

He stares at my bare legs. “Does this one count as facing a fear, too?”

“No—it only counts as skinny-dipping. Now take something off.”

Cooper whips his Mario Kart 64 T-shirt over his head. If a pale, freckled belly has the capacity to blush, that is what’s happening to his. “We been joined at the hip since freshman year, Cady, so how is it we’ve never caught a glimpse of each other wearing nothing but a smile?” he asks. He’s trying to distract me from accomplishing our list’s mutually agreed upon number one.

“Well, you’ve seen my boobs before—and don’t try to deny it.” I unbutton my plain white blouse. I’m not one for flamboyant patterns, lace, or frills. My twin brother Bradley labeled me a tomboy when I refused to put on the dress that Mom picked out for my first day of kindergarten. I won that standoff; the other moms at the bus stop thought Bradley and I were twin brothers until October. “Remember Halloween night of sophomore year, when we went trick-or-treating?” I shimmy my shoulders until the blouse hits the forest floor.

And he has the balls to laugh. “Yeah… your toga slipped.” Cooper hesitates, but finally pulls his shorts down without unbuttoning them. “For Sparta!” He tosses them high in the air and they get stuck on a low branch.

We gawk at each other. “Plain white boxers? How dull,” I say, although they work for me.

“Your bra doesn’t match your panties,” he counters.

“My underwear. ‘Panties’ is a porn word.” I rip them off quickly, before I have a chance to change my mind.

In a blur of sudden movement, Cooper’s boxers take a swift trip down his skinny legs to the forest floor. There follows a frantic scramble and a splash in the marshy part of Tamarack Lake, which is thankfully well beyond the public beach.

“That was graceful, Murphy.” Pale and freckled from head to toe, I think as I unhook my bra. “Good thing you’re gay, ’cause my boobs are going to underwhelm you.”

“Who says I’m gay?” Cooper corrects in a defensive tone. He takes me in from head to toe as I march my ninety-two-pound frame in the direction of the water—head held high. Not that he’s looking at my head. “And no worries, Cady, I don’t have my glasses on.”

I refuse to let him in on my intense relief—both at his insistence that he’s not necessarily gay and his serious nearsightedness—and I go with some distraction of my own. “I hope there aren’t any leeches in here.”

I have a fairly good idea of his mental image.

TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS…. um, please….

Did you laugh? Just smirk? Do you like Cooper? Cady? (Cady’s name autocorrects to Cody, LOL. I wonder why.)

Are you caught? DO YOU WANT MORE?

DON’T HOLD BACK… I want to know and I’m willing to pay.

Amazon Gift Card comment raffle. $10.00 for your thoughts… <3

I’ll hold the raffle early next week.


<3 Mia

FRIENDSHIP: A different kind of LOVE! Mia Kerick dips her toe into YA LGBTQ General Fiction


The Weekend Bucket List strays from my usual path of touching YA LGBTQ romance, but not from the direction of a poignant LGBTQ YA love story. Friendship is just a different kind of love. And it can be intense…

Much of the popular culture geared toward teens—books, movies, music, and more—grooms them to feel incomplete without a boyfriend or girlfriend—their mandatory “other half.”  But friendship is compelling in a different way than romantic love—it is precious and rare and is earned through patience, understanding, forgiveness, laughter, and love. Teens should celebrate the awesomeness of friendship, and reading The Weekend Bucket List is a step in this direction!

And on to the blog post…

The Weekend Bucket List: A Different Kind of Love Story

In The Weekend Bucket List, I have crafted a love story, which will not come as a surprise to my loyal base of readers (thanks, everybody!) or to new readers who look its way (welcome to my blog!). As the story starts, high school seniors Cooper and Cady aren’t sure whether it’s best-friendship or the first stirrings of romantic love that has them dwelling on nothing but each other twenty-four/seven. Difficult questions about Cooper’s sexuality also come into play, causing insecurity and emotional distance. And yes… I’ve crafted stories with similar themes in previous YA novels. But this one is different… so keep on reading.

On the weekend prior to high school graduation, under the guise of crossing risky items off a carefully constructed bucket list, the teens set out to discover the truth of their feelings for each other—are we in love or just good friends? Is Cooper gay or straight, or something else entirely? Awkward!! And this is when Eli, a high school drop-out who works at the traveling carnival they visit—dreamily handsome and oh, so tempting to both Cooper and Cady—enters the picture. He joins their journey of self-discovery, which turns out to be a voyage that transports all three teens to new and uncomfortable places in both the physical and emotional realms, where they learn the truth of their feelings for each other.

At the risk of dropping a spoiler in the promotion of my very own book, I will say this: Compelling love comes in different forms. And by compelling, I mean the kind of love that is magical and soul-driven, packed with enough ups and downs to make a reader’s palms sweat. I’m talking about the kind of love that you truly give a damn about… in which the characters endure raw emotion sufficient to cause withdrawal symptoms when they lose sight of it, and long sighs of relief when they find a chance to reach for it again. Cooper, Cady, and Eli must earn their reward—the bond of devoted friendship.

I wrote The Weekend Bucket List with the above quotation in mind because friendship is an exquisitely fine art, even if in our society is incredibly undervalued. Maybe romantic love is frilly and lacy and jeweled, and is supposed to be what all teens should want—the be-all and end-all of relationships. But a committed bond of friendship is not a consolation prize; in fact, it can be a more meaningful target for emotional investment.

Friendship is a worthwhile vessel for deep feeling.


Friends can be PASSIONATE about EACH OTHER!!!!


Friendship offers opportunity that romance often can’t.


*can tolerate complete honesty

*is dependable, especially in times of trouble

*allows you total freedom

*calls you out when you are wrong

*celebrates your success without reservation

*grows stronger with disagreements

*is able to forgive and overlook

*helps you live longer

*makes you want to be a better person

Shouldn’t there be an extensive list of gripping YA books that celebrate the unique and necessary and loving bond of friendship? The Weekend Bucket List is every bit this kind of love story. Best friends Cady and Cooper and Eli can no more live apart than could Romeo and Juliet! Aristotle said, “Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.” In the case of The Weekend Bucket List, three teenage souls live their best lives when they’re together. Cooper, Cady, and Eli must struggle to understand their individual sexualities and to discover the roles they will play in each other’s lives, but they find a way to be together. They learn to be honest. They decide to forgive each other’s mistakes. They become a family of choice. They complete each other. And if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. But it isn’t romance.

My April 19th release of YA LGBTQ fiction, The Weekend Bucket List, strays from my usual path of romance, but not from the direction of love.

(And it’s pretty funny too.)

I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE DIFFERENT DIRECTION I’M TAKING in The Weekend Bucket List. (My next three releases are all YA LGBTQ romances, so this is a definite toe-dip in the waters of general fiction.) And so I’m offering a raffle to ENCOURAGE COMMENTS!

Please leave me your thoughts on The Weekend Bucket List (the blurb is below) or your interest in YA general fiction vs. romance or an author trying out a new genre… or anything you want. After the weekend, I will draw a name of a winner (by hand) and the winner will receive a $15 AMAZON GIFT CARD! 

Can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

<3 Mia

Blurb of The Weekend Bucket List:

High school seniors Cady LaBrie and Cooper Murphy have yet to set one toe out of line—they’ve never stayed out all night or snuck into a movie, never gotten drunk or gone skinny-dipping. But they have each other, forty-eight hours before graduation, and a Weekend Bucket List.

There’s a lot riding on this one weekend, especially since Cady and Cooper have yet to admit, much less resolve, their confounding feelings for one another—feelings that prove even more difficult to discern when genial high school dropout Eli Stanley joins their epic adventure. But as the trio ticks through their bucket list, the questions they face shift toward something new: Must friendship play second fiddle to romance? Or can it be the ultimate prize?

Preorder The Weekend Bucket List TODAY!!

IT’S RELEASE DAY of SOUND OF SILENCE, my first collaboration!!


It’s release day of my first-ever collaboration with author, Raine O’Tierney. The book, Sound of Silence, originated with the concept of characters we wanted to write.

Raine came up with Renzy– sweet, silent, something of a hippie, artistic, and very much alone.








I created siblings–Seven and Morning–sophisticated, elegant, sarcastic, cold, and bored with life. And also on their own.








Morning was every bit a shared character. Once we figured out who she was, each of us wrote her equally.








And the story evolved. It felt something like making pretend when I was a child–the way I did with paper dolls. The story unfolded as we reacted to each other in writing. I was fascinated by Raine’s character, Renzy. And likewise, was  my character, Seven.  Renzy constantly surprised Seven–and it was very genuine surprise, as Seven had no idea what he would do next (in other words, I had no clue what Raine would write next!) I am pretty sure that Raine and Renzy had a similar experience with Seven and me!

Because of our dual author/character relationship, our story feels real. It stays fresh. The adventure is compelling… hurt feelings sting… the romance is unexpected, and always fresh.

Reviewers are appreciating the characters’ excellent chemistry as well as the surprises:

“This is one of those stories that I feel my own words are not enough to convey how beautiful, touching, and epic this story and its characters are.” ~Diverse Reader

“Sound of Silence is a completely enthralling and unforgettable tale and I am impressed with the beauty of the writing. The characters are deep and intense, and I love the mystery aspect as the story unfolds and the three teens grow, until everything comes together in a powerful ending!” ~Trio

“This was my first read by these authors and this book spoke to me in more ways than I ever thought I could hear. It was beautiful, vivid, Hard, raw, and honest.” ~Dara Nelson

“One thing that I found truly surprising was that the mystery never bored me, which is extremely rare for me. Normally, if you throw a mystery my way, I could give a damn as to “who dunnit“, but not here. I think the major plot twist toward the end helped greatly in that respect.” ~Todd

Why not try it out–you will get a taste if two authors in one book!

Order now at

I’d love to hear your comments!!



The COVER REVEAL of my upcoming release, THE WEEKEND BUCKET LIST, published by Interlude Press’s YA imprint, Duet Books, will take place on on JANUARY 22, 2018!!

THE COVER is created by the talented CB Messer and is incredibly different than any cover I’ve ever had!! I LOVE IT and I think YOU WILL TOO!!

Here’s the blurb:

High school seniors Cady LaBrie and Cooper Murphy have yet to set one toe out of line—they’ve never stayed out all night or snuck into a movie, never gotten drunk or gone skinny-dipping. But they have each other, forty-eight hours before graduation, and a Weekend Bucket List.

There’s a lot riding on this one weekend, especially since Cady and Cooper have yet to admit, much less resolve, their confounding feelings for one another—feelings that prove even more difficult to discern when genial high school dropout Eli Stanley joins their epic adventure. But as the trio ticks through their bucket list, the questions they face shift toward something new: Must friendship play second fiddle to romance? Or can it be the ultimate prize?
Mark your calendar and visit on 1/22/18!!
Mia <3

Big News!! Mia Kerick signs contract with Interlude Press for The Weekend Bucket List


I’m thrilled to say that I have signed a contract for a YA fiction, The Weekend Bucket List due to release on April 19, 2018 with Interlude Press’s YA imprint, Duet.


Here’s the blurb:

High school seniors Cady LaBrie and Cooper Murphy have yet to set one toe out of line—they’ve never stayed out all night or snuck into a movie, never gotten drunk or gone skinny-dipping. But they have each other, forty-eight hours before graduation, and a Weekend Bucket List.

There’s a lot riding on this one weekend, especially since Cady and Cooper have yet to admit, much less resolve, their confounding feelings for one another—feelings that prove even more difficult to discern when genial high school dropout Eli Stanley joins their epic adventure. But as the trio ticks through their bucket list, the questions they face shift toward something new: Must friendship play second fiddle to romance? Or can it be the ultimate prize?
I’m so excited about this book. It is really FUNNY, if I don’t say so myself.
STAY TUNED FOR COVER REVEAL LATER THIS WEEK. It is a very different cover from all of my others…
Mia <3

JANUARY 23 is COMING FAST… the Release Day of Sound of Silence!!



On January 23rd Sound of Silence by Mia Kerick and Raine O’Tierney will be released from Harmony Ink Press!

Preorder Today!


Here’s a little sample of how the arrogant, beautiful character SEVEN MOREAU-MADDOX thinks… 

I’m able to resist the urge to follow Morning from the room—to chase her down and make things right—only because of what I realize I’ve done to Renzy by stealing his silence. He’s curled up on the floor, his eyes closed and his body far too still. I drop to my knees, right into the nasty mess for which I’m responsible, and place my hand on his chest to see if there exists even the slightest rise and fall.
“What did you do to him?”
Still groping his chest for the swelling that indicates life, I turn and stare at a brown-haired girl, barely a teenager, who is looking at me with a bleak combination of curiosity and condemnation. “I didn’t do anything to him, little girl,” I lie as my hands find his neck. “He just got sick. Make yourself useful and go get some towels.”
“I’m not a little girl, and you aren’t the boss of me. I’m gonna go get Mom,” she declares but doesn’t turn around or make a move to leave.
“No. No, don’t do that.” Ah, here it is—a pulse in the carotid artery. He lives. “What’s your name, little girl?” Shit, I’m channeling Lynyrd Skynyrd.
“I’m Flora… and are you the boy who was kissing Renzy in the car?”
Well, she certainly knows how to get to the heart of the matter. “I’m Seven, and—”
“Ha! You got named Seven? Like, between six and eight, that kind of seven?” She’s pointing at me and laughing.
I need this girl’s antics like I need a new pair of Salvatore Ferragamo Python loafers.
By this point, however, the dampness of Renzy’s stomach contents is soaking through the python leather so it seems I actually do need a new pair of Salvatore Ferragamo’s. “Just go get the towels, please, Flora.”


And now, here are a few words from the sweet Renzy…

I’ve listened from the edge of this group before. The leader also leads several others, including Gaming Addiction and Cancer Survivors. I think she lets me stay in the Take Back Our Power group because she wants the women to know they don’t have to be afraid of all men. Or maybe she thinks they won’t notice me.

I pull my sketchbook out of my bag—it’s a little wet at the corners, and the ink on one of my better pieces has blurred. I stare down at the wet spot. Maybe that’s what I should get for my first real tattoo: an ink blot.
I touch the wet page, and black stains my fingertips. I press it against my arm where faded ballpoint pen stains my skin.
It isn’t long before the women begin to wander in. Some of them are nervous and quiet, clutching their purses like shields; others are chatty and easygoing. Like normal, I get a few looks, but most don’t even mind me. They know I’m nobody.
Then she walks through the open door.
A whole room of stimuli and the first thing this girl does is cut her eyes over at me and tighten her thin arms around her even thinner frame. Then she looks away.
Everything about her is long and elegant, like she’s a handblown glass pipette. She has sharply cut white-blonde hair that bounces around her waist, pale skin, cheeks that are either flushed or swiped with blush, powder-pink nails, a giraffe’s neck, and legs that have been pulled like taffy. She is the definition of sorrowful elegance.
She’s like those perfume bottles my mother used to collect.
She is a blue swan. She is the scent of midnight.
Except instead of gathering dust in our garage like Mom’s
collection, this glamorous, strange girl is picking lint off her skirt and pretending she never saw me.
If I were into girls, I would be in love with this one. I’d fall instantly, head-over-heels in love. Instead, I’m in fascination.
“We’re glad you came back, Morning.”

I love how Raine’s smoothly flowing prose contrasts with my sharper, more staccato writing.