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By: Jennifer L. Armentrout
Published by: Disney Hyperion
To Be Released on: April 15th, 2014
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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?
Tendrils of fear coated in confusion crawled through me when the strangers—er, my parents—
checked me out of the hospital the next day. I couldn’t believe the authorities were just letting
me leave with them. What if they weren’t really my parents? What if they were psychos
kidnapping me? I was being ridiculous.
It wasn’t as if random people would claim a seventeen-year-old girl for no reason, which
is exactly how old I was. Discovered that when I peeked at my chart at the end of my bed that
My gaze slid to my father’s head of dark hair. An air of influence coated his skin, seeped
into everything he touched. I didn’t need to know anything about him to realize that he was
Tall trees and rolling green hills that were as well manicured as the golf course I’d seen
on the TV in my hospital room surrounded the road leading up to their house. We went over one
dip in the road, and I saw a cluster of small houses that were cozy.
We drove past them…in our Bentley.
Quickly, I learned that they were rich. Sickeningly rich. It was funny how I didn’t
remember squat, but I knew what money looked like.
I kept rubbing the palm of my hand over the supple leather. The car had to be new
because it had that crisp, just-manufactured scent.
Then I saw our house. Holy crap, it was the size of a small hotel. An intimidating
structure with thick marble columns in the front, rising four or five stories into the sky, and the
garage to the left was the size of the houses we’d passed a few moments ago.
“Is this really our house?” I asked when the car rounded a fountain—kind of gaudy—
surrounded by foliage in the middle of the wraparound driveway.
Mom glanced back, smiling tightly. “Of course it is, sweetie. You’ve lived here your
whole life. So have I. This was my parents’ home.”
“Was?” I asked, curious.
“They’ve moved to Coral Gables.” She paused and took a little breath. “They’re in
Florida, honey. This is their family estate.”
Estate. That was a fancy word. My gaze shifted to my dad again, and I realized that Mom
had said their and not our. As if the house wasn’t Dad’s home, but it was her family’s.
Pushing that thought aside, I took a deep breath and then planted my face in the window
again. Dear god, I lived in this place. Once I got inside the opulent foyer and saw the crystal
chandelier that was probably worth more than my life, I suddenly didn’t want to move.
Expensive stuff was everywhere. The rug near the grand staircase looked soft. Oil paintings of
foreign landscapes graced the buttercream walls. There were so many doors, so many rooms.
My breath was coming out in short, raspy outbursts.
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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