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Tuesday, 5 April 2016

BLOG TOUR & #GIVEAWAY - Whatever It Takes by Lindsey Pogue

Book & Author Details:

Whatever It Takes by Lindsey Pogue
(Nothing But Trouble, #1)
Publication date: January 22nd 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult


Four years ago, I thought my life was pretty normal for a teenager. Three years ago, my world was shattered, and now I’m just trying to hold the pieces together. But regret and anger aren’t so easy to ignore. 
I just need to catch my breath … for it all to go away …

I thought I might finally be ready to move on from that horrible night, but then he decided to come back.

He can’t come back … he’ll ruin me completely.

One horror-filled night changes the course of Samantha’s seemingly normal life. She’s ruined everything. Despite her determination to keep the family ranch up and running, her guilt makes it impossible to completely move on or forget.

Sam takes comfort in her quirky, endearing friends as she tries to balance between the girl she was and the woman she wants to become. Just when she thinks she’s finally making amends with her past, someone she never thought she’d see again returns, and Sam’s life is once again turned upside down. Both her head and her heart want different things, so she’s lost when, once again, she’s forced to make a decision that will inevitably change her life.

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As I stand there, alone with the burden of a dozen swelling emotions and the reality of what the next few months will be like with Reilly in town, I can’t help the unease that settles inside me.
He’s coming home.
Reilly’s face is all I can see in my mind. I thought I didn’t care about him anymore, but the flooding of heat under my skin, the tension twinging my muscles, and the heavy thud of my heart belies all I’ve been trying to convince myself of for years. I don’t hate Reilly for stepping in where he didn’t belong—for leaving me behind in the first place—not like I want to. But even after all this time, the mere thought of him being home makes me want to crumple at the onslaught of mistakes he embodies. I don’t need another reminder of all my regrets.
I can’t bring myself to move, and I breathe only when my body makes me—it hurts too much otherwise. Blinking, I try to see beyond the darkness that clouds my thoughts and vision, beyond the burning, yearning sensation that takes over me. But like a bad memory unearthed, I see Papa’s body, battered and broken and lifeless. I see the blood. And once again, I’m awake in the hospital, barely able to move when the doctor tells me Papa didn’t make it. That my name was the last word he uttered.
Once again, I’m alone. Hollow. Lost. Ashamed.
Alison’s screams still haunt me . . . I can barely feel the warmth of Papa’s fingers in mine anymore, but my begging him to wake up as I float in and out of consciousness is seared in my mind. I begged him to look at me and say, “It’s okay, Smurf. Everything’s okay.” Even if he didn’t mean it.
“Samantha!” Alison calls my name from the living room, startling me. When I look down, I notice the wineglass broken and gripped in my hand. My fingertips and knuckles are white and my hand is shaking. I stare at one of the shards, at the warm water rushing over my hands.
The dismal ache inside me overshadows the disappointment I know I should feel as I contemplate the shard’s sharp edges. Standing motionless and muted, I take deep, grounding breaths.
In . . . out . . .
In . . . out . . .
In . . . out . . .
It does nothing to stave off the unbearable tightness in my chest. I should put the shard down. The months of fighting against the pain, of trying to ignore it and accept it, to control the growing weakness that nearly cripples me, moves so far beyond me I want to give in.
I can’t push the urge aside. I can’t ignore it. Not any longer. I need the burn—so raw, demanding, and overpowering—to go away. I need my heart to stop aching, and for once, I want the grief and shame to ease, just a little, so I can breathe again.
Finally, I let out a shaky breath. I run the pad of my thumb over the slick surface of the piece of glass. It’s thin, sharp, and might break in my hand if I clutch it any harder.
A fiendish need claws inside me, and a delirious giddiness overcomes me at the thought of even a second’s relief.
I lick my lips. This is what I need . . . one fell swoop of the glass across my skin. The burn. The sting of air and torn flesh, just enough to draw blood. Then I’d feel something else.
I press a jagged edge of the glass to my palm.
“Samantha, I was calling you,” Alison says from the doorway.
Trying not to scream out, I let the glass fall from between my fingers and I look at her. I force myself to smile. “Sorry. What did you need?”
She eyes me askance. “Are you alright? You look . . . tired or something.”
I suppress a laugh. “I’m fine. Did you need something?”

Alison waves my question away. “Never mind,” she says. In a huff, she leaves the kitchen and me, staring down at the shards of glass in the sink.

Tour-wide giveaway - ends 14th April

2x signed copies of Whatever It Takes (US only)

2x eBook copies of Whatever It Takes (INT)

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 Lindsey Pogue has always been a little creative. As a child she established a bug hospital on her elementary school soccer field, wrote her first YA manuscript in high school, and as an adult, expresses herself through writing. Her novels are inspired by her observations of the world around her—whether she’s traveling, people watching, or hiking. When not plotting her next storyline or dreaming up new, brooding characters, Lindsey’s wrapped in blankets watching her favorite action flicks or going on road trips with her own leading man.

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  1. Thanks for hosting today! :)

  2. Yes, thank you! Love your site!

    1. Thank you Lindsey! Sorry for the delay in replying, but I was on vacation. I hope your tour went well, and so does your book!


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