The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros Excerpt Reveal

 

The right words can save your life.

For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult… A soldier falls in love with his battle buddy’s sister through their letters and returns home from Afghanistan with a secret that could destroy their fragile relationship. Don’t miss THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros! Pre-order your copy today!

 

About THE LAST LETTER (Coming 2/26/2019):

Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan

 

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Excerpt:

“I’m not going anywhere. You need anything, and it’s yours. You need help? You’ve got it.”

She let loose a mocking laugh as she descended the steps.

“I don’t want or need you here, Mr.…” She opened the door to her SUV and pulled out a paper. “Mr. Gentry.”

“Beckett,” I answered, desperate to hear her say it. My real name.

“Okay, Mr. Gentry. Enjoy your vacation and then head home, because like I said, I’m not in need of a babysitter or anyone’s charity. I’ve been taking care of myself since Ryan ran off and joined the army after our parents died.”

I wanted to grab her, to hold her against my chest and block anything that wanted to harm her. My hands ached to sweep down the line of her back, to take away any of her suffering that she’d let me. I’d known this would be hard, but seeing her wasn’t anything I could have prepared myself for.

“It doesn’t matter if you want me, because I’m not here on your wishes. I’m here on Mac’s. This is all he asked of me, so unless you’re going to kick me off your property, I’m going to keep the promise I made.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Okay. Anything I need?”

“Anything.”

“When Ryan died—”

No. Anything but this.

“—he was on an op, right?”

Could she see the blood drain from my face? Because I sure as hell felt it. I heard the rotors. Saw the blood. Reached for his hand as it limply fell off the stretcher.

“Yes. It’s classified.”

Her hand gripped the open doorframe.

“So I’ve heard. I need…” She sighed, looking everywhere but at me for a second before straightening her shoulders and meeting my eyes. “I need to know what happened to Chaos. Was he there? When Ryan died? You were in the same unit, right?” Her throat moved as she swallowed, and her eyes took on a desperate plea.

Damn it. She deserved to know everything. That I wasn’t the man I wanted to be, that she needed. That I was the piece of shit who made it back with a beating heart while her brother came home draped in a flag. I needed her to know that I’d chosen to stop answering her letters because I knew that the only thing I could bring her in this life would be more pain.

I needed her to know that it was only Ryan’s letter that got me here, and the knowledge that it was the least I could do for my best friend. That I never meant to hurt her, never had the intention of smashing into her life like the wrecking ball I was—not when she lived under such breakable glass.

“Well? Was he?”

But what I needed didn’t matter.

I’ve never been able to give second chances when it comes to hurting the people I love. Letter number six.

If I told her those things, she’d shut me out, and I would fail Mac for a second time. I could tell myself that it was her choice, but really, it would be mine. I was the guy people looked for an excuse to get rid of, and truth was a gift-wrapped reason to kick me to the curb. There were two distinct paths ahead of me: the first, where I told her who I was and what had happened, and she promptly walked out of my life, and the second…where I did everything I could to help her, no matter what the cost.

Path number two it is.

“He was there,” I answered honestly.

Her lower lip trembled, and she bit onto it, like any sign of weakness had to be quashed. “And? What happened?”

“That’s classified.” I was a bastard, but an honest one.

“Classified. You’re all the same, you know that? Loyal as anything to one another and nothing left for anyone else. Just tell me if he’s dead. I deserve to know.”

“Knowing what happened to Mac…to Chaos…none of that would do you any good. It would hurt a hell of a lot more than it already does. Trust me.”

She scoffed, shaking her head as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. When she looked back up, the fake smile was in place, and those blue eyes had gone glacial.

“Welcome to Telluride, Mr. Gentry. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

She climbed into the SUV and slammed the door, throwing the vehicle into reverse to get out of the drive.

I watched until she disappeared into the thick forest of trees.

Havoc brushed against my leg. I looked down at her, and she stared back up at me, no doubt knowing that I was an imbecile for what I’d just let happen.

“Yeah, that didn’t go so well.” I looked up at the cloudless Colorado sky. “We did a number on her, Mac. So if you’ve got any pointers on how to win over your sister, I’m all ears.”

I opened the tailgate of my truck and started to unload my stuff.

It might be temporary, but I was here for as long as Ella would let me stay. Because somewhere between letter number one and letter number twenty-four, I’d fallen in love with her. Fallen for her words, her strength, her insight and kindness, her grace under impossible circumstances, her love for her children, and her determination to stand on her own. I could list a thousand reasons that woman owned whatever heart I had.

But none of them mattered because, even though she was the woman I loved, to her, I was just a stranger. An unwelcome one at that.

Which was more than I deserved.

 

“This story gripped me from start to finish. The Last Letter is poignant, heartfelt and utterly consuming. I loved it!” – Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

 

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About Rebecca Yarros:

Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and lover of all things chocolate, coffee, and Paleo. In addition to being a mom, military wife, and blogger, she can never choose between Young Adult and New Adult fiction, so she writes both. She’s a graduate of Troy University, where she studied European history and English, but still holds out hope for an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Her blog, The Only Girl Among Boys, has been voted the Top Military Mom Blog the last two years, and celebrates the complex issues surrounding the military life she adores. When she’s not writing, she’s tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar time. She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years, and they’re currently stationed in Upstate NY with their gaggle of rambunctious kiddos and snoring English Bulldog, but she would always rather be home in Colorado.

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Review-The Christmas Eve Letter by Elyse Douglas

The Christmas Eve Letter: A Time Travel NovelThe Christmas Eve Letter: A Time Travel Novel by Elyse Douglas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I absolutely adored this book! I can’t believe I had to stumble upon it instead of it being a well known story.

Time travel is one of my favorite genres, along with Christmas stories. While this didn’t have a lot to do with Christmas itself, the plot centers around a letter dated on Christmas Eve.

Many times time travel novels can seem cheesy and unrealistic no matter how much the author explains the situation. In this case it had me wondering what I would do if someone told me this story. Or if I had even experienced it first hand. Would I have freaked out or set to work making a life for myself even though my brain didn’t understand that I had actually traveled and how?

I also liked the fact that Eve figures out she had a reason for traveling to 1885 and task to do. I believe that helped keep the character more relatable and kept her busy instead of making the reader wonder why she wasn’t worried about just getting back to her own time.

I can’t wait to read more!

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Cover Reveal~Eyes on Me by Rachel Harris

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Eyes on Me by Rachel Harris

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Look up the word “nerd” and you’ll find Lily Cooper’s picture. She’s got one goal: first stop valedictorian, next stop Harvard. Until a stint in the hospital from too much stress lands her in the last place a klutz like her ever expected to be: salsa dance lessons.

Look up the word “popular” and you’ll find Stone Torres’s picture. His life seems perfect—star of the football team, straight-A student, lots of friends. But his family is struggling to make ends meet, so if pitching in at the Torres dance studio helps, he’ll do it.

When Lily’s dad offers Stone extra cash to volunteer as Lily’s permanent dance partner, he can’t refuse. But with each dip and turn, each moment her hand is in his, his side job starts to feel all too real. But in dance, as in life, one wrong move and someone could get hurt.

Eyes on Me by Rachel Harris
Publication Date: March 26, 2019
Publisher: Entangled Teen

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls-next-door and the hot guys that make them swoon. Vibrant settings, witty banter, and strong relationships are a staple in each of her books…and kissing. Lots of kissing. An admitted bookaholic and homeschool mom, she gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romances, and LOVES talking with readers!

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Zombie Abbey by Lauren Baratz-Logsted Blog Tour, Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway

About Zombie Abbey:

1920, England

And the three teenage Clarke sisters thought what they’d wear to dinner was their biggest problem…

Lady Kate, the entitled eldest.

Lady Grace, lost in the middle and wishing she were braver.

Lady Lizzy, so endlessly sunny, it’s easy to underestimate her.

Then there’s Will Harvey, the proud, to-die-for—and possibly die with!—stable boy; Daniel Murray, the resourceful second footman with a secret; Raymond Allen, the unfortunate-looking young duke; and Fanny Rogers, the unsinkable kitchen maid.

Upstairs! Downstairs! Toss in some farmers and villagers!

None of them ever expected to work together for any reason.

But none of them had ever seen anything like this.

Excerpt from Zombie Abbey:

Dr. Webb was lurching toward the church out of the mist, something terribly off about his halting gait. More specifically, he was lurching toward Mr. Young.

“Are you all right, Dr. Webb?” Mr. Young called, the former joy in his voice replaced now with concern for the other man.

“Merry!” Lady Grace called out a warning. “Don’t go any farther!”

“But can’t you all see?” Mr. Young said, still walking forward. “Poor Dr. Webb is sick.”

Yes, Dr. Webb was sick. His clothing and general appearance were all disheveled. And he smelled bad, too, the duke realized, as a rotting stench made its way to his nostrils, which flared in response. Why, the smell was similar to that which had enveloped the dead valet, his dead valet, yesterday. Perhaps Dr. Webb had acquired the wretched smell while tending to some poor person in the village?

Dr. Webb still lurched, his arms spreading out now as Mr. Young approached.

“Merry, please!” Lady Grace cried. Then she moved to step forward herself, no doubt to try to stop Mr. Young, but Benedict Clarke held her back, catching her with one arm around the waist.

And now Mr. Young was opening his arms wide, too, as though to warmly greet the returning doctor, but when their bodies met and the doctor embraced him, he immediately began to chew on the closest part of Mr. Young’s body that was available to him, which, in this case, happened to be his upper arm.

The duke watched, frozen in horror as no doubt the others were, too, as the doctor chewed through Mr. Young’s jacket and shirt, straight down to the flesh beneath. It might have been almost comical, were it not so downright horrifying.

Among the things you never expect to see in life: one human being attempting to feed on another like an animal.

My Review:

I’ll admit that I almost didn’t request this on Netgalley, but something kept drawing me to it. I didn’t honk I’d enjoy any book about zombies, but I was pleasantly surprised.

Zombie Abbey is a perfect blend of The Walking Dead and Downton Abbey. Seeing how the aristocrats deal with a zombie apocalypse is quite entertaining. Everything I’ve ever seen on television has been modern day zombies. Having this set in a time where there was still an “upstairs” and a “downstairs” immediately sets this book apart from other zombie apocalypse stories.

Others have said there were slow parts in this story. I’m sorry, but I didn’t notice that. But hey, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. I thought Zombie Abbey was a very entertaining and original story.

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About Lauren Baratz-Logsted:

Lauren Baratz-Logsted is the author of over 30 books for adults (Vertigo), teens (The Twin’s Daughter) and children (The Sisters 8 series which she created with her husband and daughter). She’d love to dress up in period costume from the 1920s but she’d be a lot less excited about meeting zombies. Lauren lives in Danbury, CT, with her husband and daughter and cat, all of whom are writers (well, maybe not the cat).

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Mrs Pennyworth by Callie Hutton~Blog Tour, Review, Excerpt, & Giveaway

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Callie Hutton, the USA Today bestselling author of The Elusive Wife writes both Regency and western historical romance, with “historic elements and sensory details” (The Romance Reviews). Callie lives in Oklahoma with several rescue dogs and her top cheerleader husband of many years. Her family also includes her daughter, son, and daughter-in-law. And twin grandsons “The Twinadoes.”
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From USA Today Bestselling Author Callie Hutton is a new captivating and suspenseful historical romance…

Recently widowed, Charlotte Pennyworth is relishing her independence and it rankles to have to rely on a man to help her with an increasingly sinister stalker. Former Yardman, Elliot Baker, is reluctant to take on Charlotte’s case but despite himself and his history with another woman, he is drawn to the bright, attractive widow.
Sparks smolder between the PI and his client but neither is looking to form an attachment. Elliot thinks Charlotte is hiding something. Charlotte has no desire to marry again, especially to a private investigator, no matter how handsome, brave and kind he is. The risk to his life and her heart is too great. But more dangerous than a menacing stalker is secrets and when Charlotte’s come to light, even the passion between them might not douse the flames of Elliot’s distrust.

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 Excerpt:

A light rain had begun to fall when he exited the building. Elliot opened his umbrella and decided to catch an omnibus instead of walking. What he was looking forward to now was an evening in his rooms with a brandy, a warm fireplace, and thoughts of Charlotte.

Now there was a true conundrum. Truth be told, he would enjoy an evening in his rooms with a brandy, a warm fireplace, and Charlotte sitting on his lap. Curled up with her head resting on his shoulder, her plump breasts pressed against his chest. He would slowly unbutton the back of her dress and ease it off her silky-smooth shoulders.

His lips would cast feathered kisses over her neck, his teeth nipping her earlobe. Then, he would—.

The devil take it, he was hard as a rock and sweating, just thinking about her. This nonsense had to stop. She was his client, nothing more. The kisses they’d shared were an aberration. They should not have happened and would not happen again. Yes, she was a lovely woman, but she was hiding something. He sensed it, and his past experience with Annabelle made him more attuned to deception.

He hailed the omnibus and climbed aboard. The light drizzle had turned to a steady rain. Darkness had descended earlier due to the weather, and he shivered, anxious to be home in dry clothes. The horses plodded along, stopping to allow riders to alight and board the vehicle.

Eventually, the conveyance came to a stop a block from his rooms. He stepped onto the pavement and opened his umbrella. He raised the collar on his jacket, and head down against the rain, he hurried toward home. Before he even identified the sound as footsteps behind him, he was thrown to the ground, a large body landing on top of him with a grunt.

Review:

Mysteries are not my normal genre, but when I saw that this was a historical fiction AND mystery I knew I had to give it a shot.

It’s Victorian England during the time of Jack the Ripper. A young woman,

Charlotte, begins receiving disturbing packages after her husband dies. She first asks Scotland Yard to help her figure out who is sending the packages, but they are too busy with Jack the Ripper on the loose that they don’t have time to help her. Instead, they tell her she should hire Elliot Baker, an investigator. Throughout the investigation, Charlotte and Elliot must work to forget their pasts and learn to trust in one another.

There’s plenty of mystery in this story that kept me engaged, even though it began a bit slowly. Which, let’s face it, real mysteries take up to years to solve (and some are never solved) so readers shouldn’t give up after a slow beginning. I felt the pace actually helped build up the suspense. The vivid descriptions will make any reader feel as if they stepped out of reality and into Victorian London. At times I felt as if I could reach out and touch the characters. Numerous times I thought I had the mysterious packages case solved, but then the story would take an unexpected turn. I highly recommend this piece of work.

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Keturah by Lisa T Bergren

Description: In 1772 England, Lady Keturah Banning Tomlinson and her sisters find themselves the heiresses of their father’s estates and know they have one option: Go to the West Indies to save what is left of their heritage.

Although it flies against all the conventions for women of the time, they’re determined to make their own way in the world. But once they arrive in the Caribbean, proper gender roles are the least of their concerns. On the infamous island of Nevis, the sisters discover the legacy of the legendary sugar barons has vastly declined–and that’s just the start of

what their eyes are opened to in this unfamiliar world.

Keturah never intends to put herself at the mercy of a man again, but every man on the island seems to be trying to win her hand and, with it, the ownership of her plantation. She could desperately use an ally, but even an unexpected reunion with a childhood friend leaves her questioning his motives.

Set on keeping her family together and saving her father’s once-great plantation, can Keturah ever surrender her stubbornness and guarded heart to God and find the healing and love awaiting her?

MY REVIEW: I was very fortunate to be provided a copy of Keturah in exchange for an honest review from Litfuse Publishing.

Once Lisa posted that she was beginning a new series of books I was instantly intrigued. Some may call me a stalker, but I call myself an interested individual who must keep up to date on the research and ideas authors post in order to know exactly when said book will be published. 😬 I mean, I’m not really stalking if I’m just reading her public posts, am I?

On to my thoughts. Keturah began a bit slow, however I understand why it needed to be that way. It’s important for some background information and character development to take place prior to jumping into such an involved story. We need to fully understand the feelings of the time in order to appreciate the characters and their obstacles.

I took an immediate liking to the sisters. I’d like to think I’d be as tenacious as they were, but could I really set out with just my sisters to a place where young women had to struggle to be taken seriously? Could I run a plantation in the Caribbean? If I’m honest, absolutely not. I am not a feminist by any means, however after reading about all of the obstacles these women encountered during this incredible story, I have a new found respect for women in that time. In fact, I have a new admiration for farmers in general. (Personal note, I must remember to send my brother-in-law a note telling him I appreciate his hard work running a citrus farm in South Texas and all of his hard work lobbying in Washington for all of the agriculturalists in the US)

The other aspect of this story that touched me was the relationship between Keturah, her sisters, and (ahem) a certain young man whose name I won’t reveal in my review. Let’s just say sometimes the best romances are the sweet ones that take longer to develop.

This story will appeal to many different readers. I don’t feel right tagging a specific genre because here are so many aspects discussed in this book that can span multiple genres. All Lisa Bergren fans can sigh with relief that Lisa has created another series we will all love. Now let’s all stalk, I mean, write Lisa and tell her we need the next installment yesterday. 😉

Enter to win a copy of Keturah. Five winners will be chosen! Click the image below to enter to win. The winners will be announced March 13 on the Litfuse blog!

Lisa T. Bergren has published more than 40 books with more than 3 million books sold combined. She’s the author of the Christy Award-winning “Waterfall,” RITA®-finalist “Firestorm,” bestselling “God Gave Us You,” and popular historical series like Homeward, Grand Tour, and more. She’s also a recipient of the RT Lifetime Achievement Award. She lives in Colorado Springs with her husband and three teen-and-older children.Lisa T. Bergren has published more than 40 books with more than 3 million books sold combined. She’s the author of the Christy Award-winning “Waterfall,” RITA®-finalist “Firestorm,” bestselling “God Gave Us You,” and popular historical series like Homeward, Grand Tour, and more. She’s also a recipient of the RT Lifetime Achievement Award. She lives in Colorado Springs with her husband and three teen-and-older children.

Find out more about Lisa at http://lisatawnbergren.com.

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Assassins of Truth (Library Jumper’s #3) by Brenda Drake

 

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Assassins of Truth (Library Jumper’s #3)
Brenda Drake
Published by: Entangled Teen
Publication date: February 6th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Romance

The gateways linking the great libraries of the world don’t require a library card, but they do
harbor incredible dangers.
And it’s not your normal bump-in- the- night kind. The threats Gia Kearns faces are the kind with
sharp teeth and knifelike claws. The kind that include an evil wizard hell-bent on taking her down.
Gia can end his devious plan, but only if she recovers seven keys hidden throughout the world’s
most beautiful libraries. And then figures out exactly what to do with them.
The last thing she needs is a distraction in the form of falling in love. But when an impossible evil
is unleashed, love might be the only thing left to help Gia save the world.

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Excerpt

I didn’t want to kill the girl, so I hesitated to throw another globe at her. Squaring
my shoulders, I got ready for her attack. When the girl got close enough, I threw a kick to her gut and
slammed my fist against her jaw. She stumbled back against the frozen railing. It broke free, and she fell
over the side, landing on a table below. Her body was half on and half off the table, her neck bent at an
odd angle and the bones underneath pushed against her skin.
Is she dead?
A shimmery light left the girl’s body and flew to me, smacking my chest. I took a step back,
expecting to turn into a human Popsicle, but nothing happened, only a chill that rushed across my skin
and quickly ended.
“You killed her,” Veronique yelled as she stepped up on a chair and onto a table. She charged
the length of it, heading for me.

I dropped to my knees and flipped through the pages of the gateway book. My heart galloped
like a thousand racehorses on steroids. I needed to escape.
Where do I go? I can’t lead her to the others. I stopped on the photograph of the
Boston Athenæum. Home? To Nana. Afton. No. Veronique knew where Nana Kearns lived. I
couldn’t risk going there. I tossed over more pages.
Just then, Veronique pulled herself up onto the balcony and let loose another fire globe. The
flames licked the air and smoke trailed it like a comet. The fire grazed my cheek, pulling a sharp gasp
from my chest.
Her breaths were loud—panting. The sound of a siren drew nearer. We’d have company soon.
A feral look on her face, Veronique plucked a dagger from her shoulder sheath. A velvet bag,
weighed down by something heavy inside, was tied around her waist.
The other Chiavi? I had to get them. I grasped the strap of my messenger bag.
“You can’t win, Gia. You’re weak. Unskilled. A sniveling child.”
“I beat your ass, and I took care of your friends.” Meaning the three Sentinels lying dead on the
floor below us. I forced my eyes to stay on hers, acting brave, though their deaths were like an
overweight barbell on my conscience.
Her step forward caused me to step back. “That was dumb luck,” she said. “This will take skill.”
She ran for me. I drew my sword and swung at her. She ducked, the blade barely missing her.
Before I could get another swing in, she tackled me, our bodies smacking into the bookcase, my sword
knocked from my hand.
A satisfied look crossed Veronique’s face right before she stabbed my upper arm with her
dagger, her blade cutting across my cheek. A horrified scream rattled my throat. My knees buckled and
thudded against the floor.
“Shit!” The pain shocked me. I wanted to roll into a ball on the floor, to have this end.
She’s going to kill me. I’m going to die.
Fear gripped me.
Then anger.
Fight, Gia! The voice in my head was strong and forceful. It pushed me. Pushed me
to my feet.
Pushed me to take action.

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Brenda Drake is a New York Times bestselling author of young
adult fiction. She grew up the youngest of three children, an Air Force brat, and the continual new kid at
school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which
gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories with a
bend toward the fantastical. When she’s not writing or hanging out with her family, she haunts libraries,
bookstores, and coffee shops, or reads someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her
disappointment).
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