Thursday, January 8, 2015

Eleven Weeks (Crazy in Love #2) by Lauren K. McKellar: Trailer Reveal w/ Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

Seven shots

Five siblings

Two boys

One heartbeat …


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Stacey is good at pretending.

She pretends that the boy she's in love with doesn't exist.

She pretends that she's happy to live and die in this small town.

She pretends that her life is carefree while her best friend's world crumbles before her very eyes.

But Stacey's got a secret ...

And it's going to ruin everything.

Releases: January 28, 2015


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About the Author:

Lauren K. McKellar is a writer and editor of fact and fiction. She has worked in publishing for more than eight years, and recently returned to her first love: writing books that make you feel.

Lauren loves to write for the Young and New Adult markets, and blogs with Aussie Owned and Read, as well as vlogging with the YA Rebels.

In her free time, Lauren enjoys long walks on the beach with her two super-cute dogs and her partner-in-crime/fiancé.

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Excerpt:

We walk into the lounge room, and it really is like walking into a house for the mourning. The heavy curtains are pulled shut, casting the room in shadow. Someone—presumably Deb—has lit an incense candle, so the heady scent of lavender fills the room. It creeps down my throat, choking me, and I stop, swallow, and try to take shallow breaths. Now is not the time to throw up.

On the couch is Kate. Scrunched up balls of tissue surround her, a pile of them on the floor, and a beige-coloured blanket covers her from the waist down. Her eyes are open, and she’s staring straight ahead, but she doesn’t make any move to signal she knows I’m in the room.

It’s the single saddest thing I’ve ever seen.

I tiptoe over to her side, clear a space in the tissue debris and sit cross-legged on the floor next to her. “Kate?”

Nothing. Her eyes look straight past me, straight through me, to something I can’t see.

My best friend is gone.

And I don’t know if she’s coming back.

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