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Title: CASEN
Author: Amy Marie
Cover Designer: Sara Eirew at Sara Eirew Photographer
Release Date: June 20, 2017
BLURB:
Betrayal.
We’ve all experienced it. Naively going through
life thinking it won’t happen to us. When it does, it rocks you to the core and
infiltrates your body like a virus. You put your trust in someone only to have
it ripped to shreds in the blink of an eye. Even I’m guilty of it. Years ago, I
stood by – watching – as my friends tortured Annie, the girl I was in love with
in high school, never standing up for her. How was I to know that one bet back
in high school, between the PITCREW, would come back and haunt me so
maliciously.
I’ve since lived my life trying to make up for it. I finally gained the courage to seek out Annie and ask for forgiveness. I just didn’t know she was right under my nose. Under my body. In my bed. With a new look. A new name.
Embyr’s plan was to get revenge on us all, and in the process, she set off a chain of events that would turn our worlds upside down. She conspired to have me fall in love with her and then crush me with the blow. She succeeded, but didn’t realize she would hurt just as much as me.
However, the road to recovery has its twists and turns. If I ever thought my heart would survive – I was mistaken – and if I thought that was the end of the betrayal – I was dead wrong.
I’ve since lived my life trying to make up for it. I finally gained the courage to seek out Annie and ask for forgiveness. I just didn’t know she was right under my nose. Under my body. In my bed. With a new look. A new name.
Embyr’s plan was to get revenge on us all, and in the process, she set off a chain of events that would turn our worlds upside down. She conspired to have me fall in love with her and then crush me with the blow. She succeeded, but didn’t realize she would hurt just as much as me.
However, the road to recovery has its twists and turns. If I ever thought my heart would survive – I was mistaken – and if I thought that was the end of the betrayal – I was dead wrong.
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EXCERPT:
A knock at the door
halts our laughing and Kate jumps up to answer. I go into the kitchen and pour
myself some water before hearing the commotion.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Well, you came to this
house,” Kate responds, “Who the hell are you?”
“Casen’s girlfriend!”
Embyr answers back and I drop my plastic cup onto the floor. Not sure if it’s
the shock of hearing Embyr’s voice for the second time today, or the alcohol.
Probably both.
At my door is Kate,
barely dressed, in a standoff with Embyr.
Kate scoffs. “Casen
doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Embyr peers past her,
looking beautiful yet so very broken, and finds me staring back. “Didn’t take
you very long, huh, Casen?”
She turns away from the
door. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the talk with Reece, but I take off running
after her. Kate lets me by as I race past her in all my
alcohol infused glory. I hear my door shut behind me just as I catch up to
Embyr. I grab her upper arm, stopping her in her tracks, and turn her to face
me. “What are you doing here?”
She rips her arm away
from me. “I came here to talk to you.” Looking past me, she adds, “But I see
you’re busy. And you smell like gasoline!”
My eyes widen. “Are you
serious? You can’t come over here and pitch a fucking fit after what I found
out what you’re doing!” My voice booms off the hallway walls. My conversation
with Reece is long gone. She makes me so fucking angry.
“Was,” she states, her
shoulders slump.
“Was, what?”
She bites her lip before
shifting from foot to foot. “Was doing. I was doing all that stuff. Not
anymore.” Her gaze searches mine. “Things changed.”
My heart starts to beat
one hundred times faster. She can’t do this. She can’t seep into me and make me
forget all the bullshit she did. What she put me through. What she put my
friends through.
“I don’t care. You need
to leave.” I point towards the elevators. She needs to do it soon before I pull
her into my arms. My heart and alcohol are leading this conversation, not my
brain. I need to rectify that.
"Do you still love me though?" she asks, tears
cascading down the sides of her cheeks. “I heard you tell Reece that you did
outside the funeral home.”
I take a moment to think about what I should say. I don’t want
to give her the satisfaction. I want to hurt her just as much as she hurt me. I
want to lie, but I can’t. "I do."
Embyr lessens the gap between us, reaching out, looking for
comfort. I step back, out of reach, and watch her hand fall lifelessly to her
side. “You have to go,” I tell her again.
“Are you sleeping with her?” Her breasts graze my chest. I can
feel myself becoming one with her.
I lean in real close, inhaling her scent. “If I was, it wouldn’t
be any of your business.”
She shutters. “I miss you, Casen.”
I can’t help what comes next as I grab her by her neck and crash
my lips to hers. They are soft, relenting, as I push my tongue inside and
infuse it with hers. The tenseness in her body releases as she grabs my shirt
and pulls me deeper into her.
“Embyr,” I whisper across her lips, blissfully. But that only
lasts a moment.
Not Embyr. Annie.
I pull myself away from her. “Leave,” I command.
She stands there as I walk back into my apartment, closing the
door on us.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Amy Marie, Author of the Unexpected and Karma
Series', was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago and now resides in Virginia
Beach with her fantastically crazy husband and two kids.
As an avid reader, she never dreamed of writing her own novel until the characters started haunting her at night and in the shower. Wanting to get it down on paper she set off on the journey that is more than she could have ever dreamed.
When not writing she can be found carting her kids around, breaking up their fights, cleaning up messes, teaching Zumba, or reading.
As an avid reader, she never dreamed of writing her own novel until the characters started haunting her at night and in the shower. Wanting to get it down on paper she set off on the journey that is more than she could have ever dreamed.
When not writing she can be found carting her kids around, breaking up their fights, cleaning up messes, teaching Zumba, or reading.
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