Cover Reveal! UNRAVELED by Kate Givans

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Release Date: June 15th,

2015

Blurb:

This is NOT a standalone. To enjoy Unraveled (Tortured SoulUnraveled

#2), you must first read Tortured (Tortured Soul #1)

**Please note that this book may be highly triggering as it

contains violent, graphic sexual content and the abuse of minor children.**

 

I get that you probably hate me. I don’t blame you. You’ll probably hate me even more once this

is all over. That’s okay, too.

Honestly, I hate myself.

But before you make any judgments about me, you should know I never planned for things to go

this way. I really do love him, and I never meant to hurt him.

It’s just that some things are better left unsaid. Some secrets are meant to be kept.

Still, I can’t help feeling like I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.

My name is Willow Lansing. I’m a gypsy, a vagabond, stealer of hearts.

And it feels like I’m unraveling at the seams.

Excerpt:

It’d been nearly noon by the time we managed to get back on the road. Mya sat buckled into her

safety belt at the dinette in the back, watching her new movie, the same one she’d watched at

“Nana Jan’s.” Cole worked on making everyone lunch. And me? I just tried to keep my eyes and

my mind focused on the road . . . but gods I hated the Midwest.

All that flat land reminded me of those old black and white cartoons, the ones where you could

tell they used the same handful of frames over and over, rehashing them into a seemingly

endless loop. A cow here. A corn field there. A hill every thirty minutes or so. A patch of trees or

a lake about every hour.

Some folks say the Midwest has its own beauty, that there’s something amazing about being

able to see for miles around. Whatever. I’d take the mountains or the forests, hell, even the

plateaus of the desert over this . . . this . . . emptiness. It made the minutes feel like hours and

the hours feel like days.

We hadn’t even made it to Oklahoma City yet—less than two hours from where we’d

started—and I already wanted a nap. Not that I could take one. We needed to at least make it to

Texas that day. And after that . . . I didn’t know. I still hadn’t decided where we’d land next.

I tried to fool myself into believing it had more to do with not wanting to make too obvious of a

choice, but the ache in my chest told me differently, reminded me that my indecisiveness had

everything to do with wanting to turn the rig back around and head back to Emporia.

I loved that crazy, quirky college town. I missed its brick streets and funky vintage shops and

restaurants. The way the weather would turn at the drop of a hat. How no one really seemed to

notice me or my eccentric style, thanks to the throngs of college students constantly coming in

and out of town for classes and holidays and breaks.

Most of all, I missed Josh.

A part of me wished he could have seen the warnings for what they really were—a way to keep

that distance between us, to save him from more pain than necessary, a sacrifice of my own

heart to save his. It would have made things easier on him. But the damage had been done,

and all I could do was hope that I hadn’t done any irreparable damage to his kind heart or

beautiful soul.

Ah, who was I kidding?

I’m nobody . . . nobody special, anyway. Not someone worthy of his love and affection, and

certainly not worthy of his heartache. He deserved better, that’s for certain. Obvious, even. But I

had underestimated just how much I needed him—the way he looked at me, the way he

touched me, the way he treated me like a normal girl . . . a girl that didn’t have ghosts and

secrets and demons and a fucked up past.

Too bad it had all been a lie.

 

About Tortured (Tortured Soultortured

#1)

“There are certain stories that leave you feeling empty, that touch your soul and rock you

to the core in ways that are not always pretty. Tortured is one of those books, its

roughness, sadness and broken characters will touch every fiber of your being.” – Reading,

Dreaming

“Genuine, moving, and reminds us that there’s hope for all of us.” – Rachael Wade

“A highly emotional and touching story.” – My e-Literate Obsession

WARNING: This book is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. Potentially triggering content and concepts in books to follow.

A contemporary romantic drama about loss, healing, and love’s ability to reach beyond

scars and secrets, no matter how deep or hidden.

More than a year after the death of his best friend, Josh is still tormented by the past. Everything

changes when free-spirited Willow barges into his life. She challenges him, helps him feel

something other than the overwhelming pain, sadness, and anger.

There’s just one problem.

Underneath that carefree spirit, Willow is elusive and secretive. Josh believes she may be

fighting a few demons of her own, but the harder he tries to uncover the truth, the more she

pushes him away.

Can Josh get her to open up before it’s too late? Or will he discover that some secrets are better

left untold?

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About Kate

Givans

 

bio  photo

Kate Givans may be a bit quirky and slightly off-key, but there’s more

to this contemporary romance author than her oddities and eccentricities.

Familiar with some of the more difficult aspects of life, Kate loves

complicated characters. More accurately, she loves dragging hers through unimaginable pain

and loss. But she isn’t completely heartless. In fact, she’s a tad obsessed with making sure her

characters receive the happily-ever-afters that are often so elusive in real life.

When she’s not writing, you’ll find her curled up with a book, talking

about books, drowning in coffee, herding up her five kids, watching a movie with her amazingly

supportive husband, or binging on one of her favorite shows.

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