Monday, September 4, 2017

Exclusive Sneak Peek: If There's No Tomorrow by Jennifer L. Armentrout + Giveaway (US/Can)

If There's No Tomorrow
Jennifer L. Armentrout
from Harlequin Teen // Harlequin

Lena Wise is always looking forward to tomorrow, especially at the start of her senior year. She's ready to pack in as much friend time as possible, to finish college applications and to maybe let her childhood best friend Sebastian know how she really feels about him. For Lena, the upcoming year is going to be epic—one of opportunities and chances.

Until one choice, one moment, destroys everything.

Now Lena isn't looking forward to tomorrow. Not when friend time may never be the same. Not when college applications feel all but impossible. Not when Sebastian might never forgive her for what happened.

For what she let happen.

With the guilt growing each day, Lena knows that her only hope is to move on. But how can she move on when her and her friends' entire existences have been redefined? How can she move on when tomorrow isn't even guaranteed?


Chapter 7

After the girls left, I picked up my phone and walked out to the balcony. Leaning over the railing, I looked over at Sebastian’s house. I could see his mom out in the yard, on her knees, digging in the dirt. She was wearing one of those floppy straw hats, and only a few wisps of brown hair were visible.

Her entire body shook as she jabbed the spade into the landscaping surrounding their patio. Several bright blue and red peonies were still in their cartons beside her. My gaze flipped to their brick patio, and their fire pit sat in the middle. It hadn’t fallen apart like ours had.

Sebastian’s mom was quiet. Out of all the years I’d known him, and all the times I’d been in and out of their house, well over a thousand times I’m sure, I probably held just a handful of conversations with his mom.

She was always kind, always said hello, asked how I was and how my mom was or how Lori was doing at college, but that was it.

Sebastian’s dad did all the talking.

Exhaling heavily, I looked down at my phone. This whole time, Abbi and Megan had suspected what I felt for Sebastian was more than a friend thing. I knew Dary probably also guessed it. The fact that they’d kept it to themselves and hadn’t pushed me on it was huge. They knew me too well.

I backed away from the railing and plopped down in my chair, planting my feet on the edge of the seat. With my phone clutched in my hands, I considered my options.

I could ignore it and pretend it never happened. That had been my M.O. for like forever. I would swear to myself that I would take care of things tomorrow. But I knew how I operated. Tomorrow was always full of possibility and potential for me, but when it came, I pushed things off until another day.

I couldn’t do that.

Chewing on my lip, I opened up my texts and found the last one from Sebastian, the one from the past Friday. My stomach took a tumble as I typed out the words Is everything okay between us?

Several moments passed before I worked the nerve to hit send and, when I did, I almost immediately wished I hadn’t. I couldn’t take it back though, so I stared at my message for twice as long. I knew football practice was over. Sometimes he hung out with the guys afterward. Other times he came straight home.

When he didn’t immediately respond, I rested my forehead on my knees.

I was still a little surprised by the fact I had texted him. My natural response would’ve been to do nothing, let Sebastian eventually come to me or let it work itself out. But I just couldn’t do that.

I considered going next door to see if he was there, but I’d just texted him, so maybe that was a wee bit much. Unable to sit, I got up and walked out onto the balcony and started down the steps. I stopped halfway down, unsure of what I was doing.

I looked to Sebastian’s yard again. His mom was almost done with the flowers. Only the bright pink ones were left in their cartons. Pivoting, I went back up the stairs, went inside, then went downstairs to heat up some meatballs. I ate four of them while perched on the arm of the couch, watching the news.

When I’d finished, Sebastian still hadn’t texted back.

Back upstairs, stomach painfully full, I stood in the middle of my room with my phone in hand. Too much restless energy was buzzing around in me to sit down and read. Maybe I could clean something.

I was that desperate to distract myself.

I set my phone on the nightstand and moved over to my closet. Jeans and books were scattered everywhere. Half of the shirts and sweaters were hanging halfway off their hangers.

Yeah, I wasn’t that desperate.

I closed the door and pivoted to face-plant on my bed, which did nothing to help my stomach.

I groaned and muttered “I suck,” into my sheets.

My phone chirped and I launched to my knees. In an instant I’d snatched my phone off the nightstand. Air caught in my lungs. Sebastian had responded. Finally.

Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?

“Why?” I whispered when I really wanted to scream it from the top of my lungs. “What do you mean why?”

I started to respond with exactly that, but I stopped, my fingers hovering over the screen. My heart was racing like I was running sprints.

I could be up front and point out exactly why I was asking that question. I could say a million things to be honest. Ask what he thought about me kissing him, or ask why he then freaked out. I could ask him if he wished I never did it. I could even text him and tell him that when I kissed him it felt like coming home.

I didn’t type any of those things.

My phone dinged again.

Everything is okay with you, right?

No. It wasn’t.

I’d been in love with him since I could remember, and now I was afraid our friendship was ruined, and everything was going to be awkward as hell from here on out.

I didn’t type any of those things either.

Instead I typed Yeah. Of course. Then I tossed my phone onto the pillow. Groaning again, I fell backward onto the bed. “I’m such a coward.”

About the Author


#1 NYT and USA Today bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in West Virginia.

When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time, reading, working out, watching zombie movies, and pretending to write. She shares her home with her husband, his K-9 partner named Diesel, and her hyper Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent her time writing short stories, therefore explaining her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes Young Adult Contemporary, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal, and Romance. She writes New Adult and Adult romance under the pen name J. Lynn.

She is the author of the Covenant series (Spencer Hill Press) the Lux series (Entangled Teen), and the YA Don’t Look Back (2014) from Disney/Hyperion. She is also published with Harlequin Teen and HarperCollins.


Giveaway!


Books à la Mode is giving away one print copy of If There's No Tomorrow—yay!

To enter, all you have to do is tell me in the comments below:
What's something you're looking forward to tomorrow?
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As I type this, I am preparing for a move! Today and tomorrow will be the final days of packing (which I am 90% done with at this point) and the day after is my official move. I'm not necessarily excited for it, but excited to get done with it.

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