MMSAI is really excited to be participating in the DON'T LOOK BACK blog tour for Jennifer L. Armentrout, hosted by Mundi Moms! We have an excerpt for you + our review (of course!) AND a giveaway!!
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 was ready for this book. I had my phone out to take notes (pen and paper is like, so 2001…), I was going to pay attention to ever single tiny detail. I wasn't going to miss anything. I was going to figure it out. I was, really.
I didn't. Not even close. It's like the closer the attention I paid the further away from the truth I got. You're asking your self why I would do this – potentially ruin a book for myself as I read, and to you I say *tsk tsk* it could never ruin it. It's the mark of a phenomenal writer is when they can go left while making you think they went right. And my friends, Jennifer L. Armentrout lapped me about 16 times in DON'T LOOK BACK before I could even move my feet.
Mystery/Thrillers are pretty much my all time favorite kind of book to read. The simple joy of trying to figure out who did it, oh man I can't explain it – it's better than Ryan Gosling, holding a puppy while offering a foot massage…. And every time I read one, I always think I got it sorted straight away. Sometimes, and this even happened with DON'T LOOK BACK, I'm a little disappointed that the author made it so easy to figure out. Still, even knowing my pattern, I'm shocked when I'm wrong.
You will question everyone, every motive, ever movement. Hell, you'll likely wonder if YOU did it by the time you're half way done with the book. Psychologically charged and with a hint of the movie Hide and Seek in it – DON'T LOOK BACK will not disappoint you!
The woman looked over her shoulder. The strange man looked pale, shaken. His dark hair was a mess. Thick stubble covered his handsome face. Compared to this woman, he was a barely contained disaster. I stared until he turned away, rubbing a shaky hand down his cheek. Dr. Weston came to the bedside. “This is Joanna Franco—your mother. And this is Steven Franco, your father.”
A pressure started building in my chest. “My…my name is Samantha?” “Yes,” the woman answered. “Samantha Jo Franco.”
My middle name was Jo? Seriously? My gaze darted between the people. I took a deep breath, but it got stuck.
Joanna—my mom—whoever she was—placed a hand over her mouth as she glanced at the messy man, who was apparently my dad. Then her gaze settled on me. “You really don’t recognize us?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m…I’m sorry.”
She stood, backing away from the bed as she looked at Dr. Weston. “How can she not know us?”
“Mrs. Franco, you just need to give her some time.” Then to me, “You’re doing great.”
It didn’t seem that way.
He’d turned back to them—my parents. “We want to keep her under observation for an extra day. Right now, she needs to get a lot of rest and reassurance.” I looked at the man again. He was staring at me, sort of dazed-looking. Dad. Father.
“Do you really think this could be permanent?” the man asked, rubbing his chin.
“It’s too soon to tell,” Dr. Weston responded. “But she’s young and otherwise healthy, so the outlook is great.” He started out of the room, stopping by the door. “Remember, she needs to take it easy.”
My mom turned back to the bed, visibly pulling herself together as she sat down on the edge and took my hand. She turned it over, brushing her fingers over my wrist. “I remember the first and last time we had to take you to the hospital. You were ten. See this?”
I looked down at my wrist. There was a faint white scar running right under the palm of my hand. Huh. I hadn’t noticed that before.
“You broke your wrist during gymnastics practice.” She swallowed, looking up. Nothing about her hazel eyes, which were so much like my own, or the perfectly painted lips triggered anything inside me. There was just a vast, empty hole where all my memories, my emotions should’ve been. “It was a pretty bad break. You had to have surgery. Scared the living daylights out of us.”
“You were showing off on the balance beam,” my father added gruffly. “The instructor told you not to do—what was it?”
“A back handspring,” my mom said quietly, keeping her gaze trained on me.
“Yes.” He nodded. “But you did it anyway.” He met my stare then. “Angel, you don’t remember anything?”
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