Sunday, August 4, 2013

Release Day Excerpt: EVERY BREATH by Tasha Ivey

EVERY BREATH (Every Life Series #1)

by: Tasha Ivey

Release Date:  August 4, 2013


How does someone give their heart away when they don’t have all of the pieces?

Not that Makenna really wants a second chance at love anyway. She is stuck in her tragic past, secretly living every day for her deceased fiancĂ©, while her new boyfriend, Drew, is gently nudging her into the present. 

Desperate to appear normal again, she slaps on a happy face and goes through the motions of a normal, healthy relationship—but with the exception of even a single kiss. And she’s okay with pretending, but Drew needs more than she’s willing to give.

Surprisingly, it’s an innocent letter from a soldier halfway around the world that has her seeing life differently. Sawyer is at his breaking point, and his depression sucks him in deeper every day. Makenna becomes his only lifeline to home, and he’s hanging on by a very weak thread. 

By helping him, Makenna learns to let go of grief before she’s left with only a ghost of the woman she once was, finally freeing her from guilt and showing her that it is possible to love again. But when she discovers that both of the men in her life are hiding something, she makes two shocking revelations.
One of them is insanely in love with her, and one of them destroyed her happy ever after. 

Even though a fairytale ending does await her, is she willing to face her own demons to fight for it?



After half an hour flurry of last minute prep—courtesy of Callie's need to make me look more 'sex kitten' than 'cat lady'—the doorbell finally rings, and Callie begs to be able to answer the door like an overprotective parent. Sometimes I wonder if Callie actually thinks of herself as my mom. As a matter of fact, she hovers over me way more than my mom ever has. But to be fair, my mom does live three hours away, so she can usually only hover from a distance. Thank goodness.
Waiting for Callie's signal so I can make my grand entrance, I pluck my favorite diamond earrings from my jewelry box and put them in my ears. My dad gave them to me last Christmas, telling me that they reminded him of me—simple and elegant, yet undeniably strong. My dad is such a charmer.
I am definitely going to need that reminder of strength to make it through tonight.
"Ma-ken-na!" When Callie strings my name out into three long syllables, I always know I’m in some kind of trouble. And trouble flies into my bedroom looking like a demon on crack. "What are you doing? I've been calling for you. He's waiting!"
"If you had let me open the door, I would've already been down there. You're the one that convinced me that I should make an entrance, remember?"
“And you're still going to! Count to ten and then come down." Callie storms back out, looking more nervous than I do.
Okay, here I go.
One . . . two . . .
Scratch that. I'm definitely more nervous.
Three . . . four . . . five . . .
Oh, crap. I'm really about to do this.
Six . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . .
Nine and a half . . .
Breathe, damn it!
After I take one last glance into the mirror, I make my way into the hall and down the staircase, feeling very Scarlet O’Hara while Callie and Drew watch my descent. I completely avoid making eye contact with Drew, but I can feel his gaze sweeping over me, leaving nothing but heat in its wake. Which, of course, makes me have to concentrate even harder on not tumbling face first down the stairs.
"Told you she was hot," Callie blurts out, breaking the deafening silence.
"I never doubted you for a minute there," Drew finally manages to croak out after clearing his throat a couple of times. 

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Meet the Author:

Tasha Ivey is a literature fanatic, whose love for the written word fostered her development into the writer she has become. A lover of an extremely erratic mixture of literature, she has been influenced by authors from Jane Austen and E.M. Forster to Charlaine Harris and Alyson Noel. But her biggest influence and literary hero? Nicholas Sparks. Aside from writing, since she doesn't have anything other than a shriveled up prune on the left side of her brain, she prefers to spend her time being creative in other ways like painting, cake decorating, and various types of crafts. That is, if the constant voices streaming through her head allow her to stop making up stories for a while. Lucky for her, she has a huge supportive family, including her amazing husband and two kids, who doesn't complain too much when she hangs out with her characters more than she does with them. Sophie, the dog, however . . . she does complain. A lot.

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