Don't Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout; Blog Tour: Excerpt & Giveaway

Hello and welcome to today's stop in the Don't Look Back blog tour. Jennifer L. Armentrout's newest release is hitting shelves TOMORROW!! I'm excited to not only host a giveaway for Don't Look Back, I get to share an excerpt! I really enjoyed this book. It has a little bit of everything. Snark, sizzling chemistry, great characters, great writing, and the right amount of suspense that will keep you hooked till the very end. Check out my full, spoiler free review here. 

About The Book
By: Jennifer L. Armentrout
Published by: Disney Hyperion
To Be Released on: April 15th, 2014
Pre-Order from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
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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?

The Excerpt

“That’s going to be a blow to his confidence.” He smiled then, as if he liked the sound of

that. “You know, this is possibly the best thing that has ever happened.”

“Me losing my memory and not knowing what happened to me?” Anger sparked deep

inside me, familiar and powerful. “Yeah, I’m glad that’s so great for you.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Scott sat up, looking me straight in the eyes. “You were a

terror to everyone who knew you. And this”—he waved his hand around me—“is an

improvement.”

That icky feeling was back, coiling around my insides. I was a terror? I bit my lip,

frustrated that there was nothing in my head confirming or denying what he’d said.

Someone cleared his throat.

We twisted around and…wow, just wow. My jaw hit the bedspread. There was a tall boy

standing in the doorway to my bedroom. Dark brown hair fell over his forehead and curled

around his ears. His skin was deep, almost olive in comparison to my paler skin, hinting at a

Native American or Hispanic ancestry. His cheekbones were broad, giving him an exotic look,

and his jaw was strong, clenched tight. The long-sleeved shirt he wore stretched over his broad

shoulders and biceps. His body was purely athletic, slender and yet muscular.

A black baseball cap dangled off the tips of his fingers, forgotten. Our eyes locked, and I

felt a stirring in my chest. His were a magnetic, intense blue. The color of the sky right before the

day ended and night took hold—the color of dusk. There was stark relief in his gaze, also a

wariness I didn’t understand.

“Is that my boyfriend?” I whispered, hopeful and scared all at once. If he was my

boyfriend, I had no idea what to do with him. Well, I did—I suddenly had lots of ideas that

involved kissing, touching, and all sorts of fun things, but he was…mouthwateringly gorgeous,

and that intimidated the hell out of me.

Scott choked on his laugh.

The boy in the doorway glanced at my brother and then at me. Heat crept across my

cheeks. The relief was still in his eyes, and my lips split in a hesitant smile. He was happy to see

me, but…but then his eyes hardened into chips of ice.

“Boyfriend? Yeah,” he said slowly, voice deep and smooth. “Not even if you paid my

tuition to Penn State next year.”

Stung and embarrassed, I jerked back, and the question came out before I could stop it.

“And why not?”

He stared at me as if I had an arm sticking out of my head and waving around. He turned

to my brother, brows raised. “I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Sure, man, be there in a sec, Car.”

“His name is Car?” I said, folding my arms.

Vehicle Boy stopped and turned back around. “Car, as in Carson Ortiz.”

Oh. That made sense. I lowered my arms, feeling about nine kinds of stupid.

Carson’s eyes narrowed. “She really has no clue about…about anything?”

“Yep,” Scott replied, lips pursed.

He started to turn again but stopped once more. Muttering under his breath, he looked at

me. “I’m glad you’re okay, Sam.”


About The Author

# 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.

Follow Jennifer via:  Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook 

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