Monster Mash Countdown Blitz; Before by Catina Haverlock & Angela Larkin
Catina worked her way through college as a TV reporter and a dating game show host. She's a sucker for Young Adult romance stories (both real and make-believe). She has a panache for match-making and loves that many of her "set-ups" have resulted in marriages.
After spending most of her adult life in Las Vegas, Catina traded in tumbleweeds for earthquakes and now lives with her husband and four children near San Diego, California. If she's not home, chances are you can find her at the beach, Disneyland or In-N-Out Burger.
Angela Larkin writes clean teen romance and is a big fan of kissing (in life and in books). She's been a gold miner, a pool cleaner, a mannequin dresser, and a teacher. She's lived a true romance: meeting her husband in a case of mistaken identity. They recently moved with their four children from the sparkling city of Las Vegas to the shade of the North Carolina Pines. Chances are, she's reading past bedtime.
True love doesn't always mean a happy ending. Presley and Landon finally have a chance at a real relationship when they travel back in time, but their leap backward to two months before his accident has altered reality: Landon has no memory of Presley.
Hurt and lonely, Presley is still determined to save his life, even as Landon's death-date looms. He's alive for now, but nothing is like it was . . . Before.
Snippet:
My mom reaches across and gives my
knee a squeeze. “Okay, then. But either way, we have to get to the bottom of
this. Tell us everything you know about this girl.”
I’ve been avoiding this moment—the
time I would have to come up with something they’d believe about Presley. I’ve
considered accusing her of being a crazy stalker. Violet would probably approve
of that story. I could tell them she’s just some girl I met at a party. But it
didn’t really matter what I made up, because if she said something different,
no one, including the media, would know whom to believe. “Has anyone heard how she’s
doing?”
My parents look at each other and
then back at me. “Not too hot, I’m afraid,” Dad says. “She’s been put into one
of those medically induced comas. I guess she had a pretty bad head injury.”
The news turns my stomach. I had no
idea it was that serious. “I felt sorry for her,” I say.
“We all did,” my mom says.
“I felt sorry for her and it was just
weird how she grabbed onto me like that. I felt bad just walking away.” I
planned on coming up with a better story, but this was at least partly the
truth. “I mean, how would that have looked? You guys are all upset about how it
went down, and I get it, but think about how it would have looked if I shook
off some bleeding girl so I could go smile for the cameras?”
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