Thursday, May 8, 2014

Blog Tour: Girl Lost by Nazarea Andrews | Excerpt + Giveaway!

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Girl Lost by Nazarea Andrews
Paperback (ebook) - 342 pages
Published May 1st 2014 by A&A Literary
Genre: YA/NA - Contemporary Romance > Fairy Tale Retelling

Northern was supposed to be a fresh start—a place where people didn’t know who I was or how I had spent years in and out of mental institutes. People didn't know about my parents death or the island no one heard of. But when Peter sits next to me in lit class, I can’t stop the memories, and I don’t want to. He looks too much like the boy from the island, and despite my best intentions, coaxes my secrets from me.

He’s gorgeous, irresistible, a little mad, and completely lost—we are a pair of broken cogs in a world neither of us truly fits into. He is somehow gentle and fierce, heartbreaking in his devotion and savage in his defense.

When Belle, his best friend, shows up, pale and lovely and sick, Peter pulls away from me, a startling withdrawal. It’s a relationship that scares and confuses me. She is at times warm and friendly, and other times is violent and unpredictable.

Peter says that he wants me, but refuses to let himself get close. And there are secrets, surrounding both of us, that border on nightmares. As the memories close in, as Belle gets sicker and more violent, I’m torn between what is true and what I believe, and what this magical boy knows about my mysterious past.
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“Why are you here?”

The Boy shifts in his pile of leaves. Fall has settled over Pembrooke, and the grounds are speckled in the golds and yellows and reds of autumn. I sit on a bench, but I can see him from the corner of my eye, crouched there, his movements betrayed only by the crackle of the leaves.

The Boy, picking his way through the skeletons of a thousand dead. A morbid thought if I’ ve ever had one.

“I missed you, pixie girl.”

I shake my head, my curls falling over my cheeks and hiding him. The leaves rustle as he creeps out of the forest to sit by me. It’s been almost two years since the accident—what everyone else has decided to call the accident. And he looks the same as he ever did. Sly and secretively amused. Quiet as he comes to my side, but something about him is taut, urgently waiting for some sign from me.

I don’t know what to say to him.

“Micah doesn’t believe me, when I tell him about you.”

“Why bother?” he asks, kicking at the ground. He looks young, in this moment—eternally young.
“Because he’s my brother,” I say dumbly. “My best friend.”

“I told you. No one believes. They will tell you I’m not real. They want to take me away from you.”

“Are you real?”

The Boy, always a fidgeting presence, goes painfully still. His breathing stops, and I force myself to stare at the leaves drifting down, to not glance at him. I can’t look at him.

“You know what happened, Gwen. You know the truth about me.”

I shake my head. “Grayson says the accident could have caused a break—that I could be seeing you because I can’t handle the trauma of being on the Second Star with my parents dead.”

He scoffs, an impatient noise. “You know better. You just want to take the easy way out.”

That infuriates me, and I do look at him. Damn him to hell. “Easy? Easy? What the hell do you think is easy about this? I’m in a mental institute. My best friends are a brother who thinks I’m insane and a doctor who won’t tell me I’m not. I see things no one else does, and you—every time I think I’m getting better, you show up and I can’t decide what I believe.” I’m hysterical, my voice a shouting whisper. He stares at me, cat eyes startled. “My parents are dead! What the hell do you think is easy about any of this?”

I jerk to my feet. I am rarely the one to leave first, but this time I am. And he doesn’t try to stop me.




About The Author: Nazarea Andrews
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Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.

You can follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

Nazarea Andrews is agented, and all inquiries about rights should be directed to Michelle Johsnon of Inklings Literary.



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2 comments :

  1. This book, from what I could see from the excerpt, sounds just like my cup of tea :3 Thanks so much for the giveaway ;)

    Ana Death Duarte

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  2. sound like a very deep story.love the cover art!

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