Don't Look Back releases today!!!!!!!! Crazy how it doesn't feel like that long ago when this book was just an ominous page on Jen's website with little information, but intriguing nonetheless. And now the book is released. AHHH! I'm currently reading this book (or maybe I'll have finished it by the time this has posted...) and I can tell you right now that this book is freaking addicting. In a different way from Jen's other books, but still 100% potent. So I need all of you to do me a favor and read this book so we can gush about it together, okay? OKAY.
Don't Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Release Date: April 15, 2014
Pagecount: 384
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Buy It: Amazon | B&N | iTunes
Description from
Goodreads:
Samantha is a stranger
in her own life. Until the night she disappeared with her best friend,
Cassie, everyone said Sam had it all-popularity, wealth, and a dream
boyfriend.
Sam has resurfaced, but she has no recollection of
who she was or what happened to her that night. As she tries to piece
together her life from before, she realizes it's one she no longer wants
any part of. The old Sam took "mean girl" to a whole new level, and
it's clear she and Cassie were more like best enemies. Sam is pretty
sure that losing her memories is like winning the lottery. She's getting
a second chance at being a better daughter, sister, and friend, and
she's falling hard for Carson Ortiz, a boy who has always looked out for
her-even if the old Sam treated him like trash.
But Cassie is
still missing, and the facts about what happened to her that night isn't
just buried deep inside of Sam's memory-someone else knows, someone who
wants to make sure Sam stays quiet. All Sam wants is the truth, and if
she can unlock her clouded memories of that fateful night, she can
finally move on. But what if not remembering is the only thing keeping Sam alive?
I didn’t
recognize the name on the street sign. Nothing about the rural road looked
familiar or
friendly.
Tall, imposing trees and overgrown weeds choked the front of the dilapidated
home.
Windows
were boarded up. There was a gaping hole where the front door had been. I
shivered,
wanting
to be far away from here…wherever here was.
Walking
felt harder than it should be, and I stumbled off the chilly asphalt, wincing
as
sharp
gravel dug into my feet.
My bare feet?
I stopped
and looked down. Chipped pink nail polish peeked through the dirt…and blood.
Mud caked
the legs of my pants, leaving the hems stiff. It made sense, seeing as how I
wasn’t
wearing
any shoes, but the blood…I didn’t understand why there was blood staining the
knees of
my jeans.
My vision
clouded and dulled, as if a gray film had been dropped over my eyes. As I
stared at
the weathered asphalt under my feet, large and smooth rocks replaced the tiny
stones.
Something
dark and oily seeped over the rocks, slipping through the cracks.
Sucking
in a sharp gasp, I blinked and the image was gone.
Hands
trembling, I raised them. They were also covered with dirt and scratches. My
nails
were
broken, bloodied. A silver ring wrapped, encased in soil, around my thumb. Air
froze in my
chest as my
gaze crawled over my arms. The sleeves of my sweater were torn, revealing pale
flesh
covered in bruises and gashes. My legs started to shake as I swayed forward. I
tried to
remember
how this had happened, but my head was empty—a black void where nothing
existed.
A car
drove by, coasting to a stop a few feet in front of me. Somewhere in the
trenches of
my
subconscious, I recognized the flashing red and blue lights as a source of
safety. Elegantly
scrawled
along the black-and-gray side of the cruiser were the words ADAMS COUNTY
SHERIFF’S
DEPARTMENT.
Adams
County? A flash of familiarity came and went.
The
driver’s door opened, and a deputy stepped out. He said something into the
radio on
his
shoulder before he looked at me.
“Miss?”
He started around the cruiser, taking tentative steps. He looked young for a
deputy.
Barely out of high school and able to carry a gun seemed wrong somehow. Was I
in high
school? I
didn’t know. “We’ve received some calls into dispatch concerning you,” he said
gently. “Are
you okay?”
I tried
to respond, but only a hoarse squeak came out. Clearing my throat, I winced as
the
motion
scratched and pulled. “I…I don’t know.”
“Okay.”
The deputy held up his hands as he approached me, as if I were a skittish deer
about to
bolt. “My name is Deputy Rhode. I’m here to help you. Do you know what you’re
doing
out
here?”
“No.”
Knots formed in my belly. I didn’t even know where here was.
His smile
strained. “What’s your name?”
My name?
Everyone knew their name, but as I stared at the deputy, I couldn’t answer his
question.
The knots started twisting more. “I don’t…I don’t know what my name is.”
He
blinked, and the smile was completely gone. “You don’t remember anything?”
I tried
again, concentrating on the empty space between my ears. That was how it felt.
And I
knew that wasn’t good. My eyes started to tear up.
“Miss,
it’s okay. We’ll get you taken care of.” He reached out, lightly taking hold of
my
arm.
“We’ll get this sorted.”
Deputy
Rhode led me around the back of his cruiser. I didn’t want to sit behind the
Plexiglas,
because I knew that wasn’t good. Only bad people sat behind the glass in police
cruisers.
I wanted to object, but before I could say anything, he settled me into the
seat and
wrapped a
coarse blanket around my shoulders.
Before he
locked me in the bad part of the car, he knelt and smiled reassuringly.
“Everything’s
going to be okay.”
But I
knew he was lying, trying to make me feel better. It didn’t work. How could
everything
be okay when I didn’t know my own name?
# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author
Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about
her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time
reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write,
and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra
class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains
her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science
fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill
Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book
Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series
has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under
the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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