Title: Against All Odds
Author: Angie McKeon
Release Date: April, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Our lives shattered... Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...
He was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage, a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible.
Until the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.
She was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my heart, my body, and my soul.
Until she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and marriage.
In our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.
Book Review:
First time author, long time blogger, Angie hit it out of the park. Now, Angie does have the inside scoop. She has been blogging for a long time and reading for much longer. She knows what the reader wants and delivers.
Against All Odds is so full of angst it will make your 14 year-old self squirm. Now, I'm not one for drama for the sake of drama, but this drama was deserved. I mean, her baby died. A piece of her died. There's gonna be drama. She doesn't give a shit about life anymore.
I had to talk to Angie at one point because this shit was a little too real. How does she even know to write this stuff? AAO's feels like it is written from experience. You can relate with the characters and know this is happening somewhere, to some person in this world and it sucks.
Grayson. Can we just have a moment for Grayson? For the love of bestfriends, Grayson. Angie, I must have more Grayson. No Facebook talking, no Instagramming, nothing until I have more Grayson. I'm watching you!
Moving on.
5 Things you should know about this book.
1. It is a complete story. Hopefully there will be a character spin-off book about Grayson. I want to know more about this guys life.
2. No Cliffhangers....yeah, I kinda said that already, but just being perfectly clear.
3. You're gonna cry, and if you don't, you're a robot. (j/k)
4. You will have a book hangover
5. AAO's may be considered poetry. You know when a writer can weaver words together like a symphony? Yeah, that's Angie's book.
Author Info:
A multi-tasker from birth—and now proudly able to add 'writer' to my resume—I'm a mother, wife and blogger. I love to read, write and drink copious amounts of iced coffee.
All three aforementioned addictions are detrimental to my sanity.
I have a voracious appetite for dark, painful and twisted reads. I'm enamored with the concept of love and heart break. I believe life is a journey, a tale in its own for each of us. The road to happiness is sometimes paved with stones from hell, or glitters of satisfaction graced from the heavens above.
In my upcoming debut novel, 'Against All Odds,' I strive to make you feel. I believe any emotion—whether painful or happy—is good. To me, the key to living is to go through life feeling its ups and downs. Love is dark and it can be painful but, at the end of the day, it can save the most lost of souls and the most broken of hearts
Author Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/angiemckeonauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Angie_McKeon
Website: http://angiemckeon.blogspot.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7389718.Angie_McKeon
EXCERPT
“Look at me, Kylie,”
he says.
If I look at him, I’ll
die. My heart will crumble, and I won’t make it out of his office.
I can’t do it. The pain is unbearable. When I leave here, he’s
with her. The thought of him with her, while I’m pining away for
him makes me sick.
It destroys me.
“Please, Ky. I need you
to look at me. Don’t do this. Don’t play fucking games with me. I
need you to look at me now.”
Just do it. Suck it up.
I turn around and look at
him with tears in my eyes and distress smeared across my features
like paint on a canvas. My body seeps anguish I can’t hide. I can
never hide my heart. My feelings are always written on every seam of
my face, every angle of my form. My distress penetrates the air
around me, pulling him into my suffering, entangling and entrapping
him within the storm that rages in me. I’m broken without him and
I’ve been without him for so long that I’ve lost pieces of myself
along the way. The jar that holds the last of my heart is about to
shatter until nothing is left but shards of the woman I used to be.
“I can’t take this
anymore,” I whisper, my voice broken. “We need to talk about us
over dinner.”
I can’t give a voice to
my thoughts. If nothing changes between now and then, our marriage
can’t go on. He’s killing me, and I’m killing him. Together,
we’re a car wreck heading straight for a cliff. A cliff that spans
a mountain. We are on our way to certain emotional death and this
ride’s something I don’t want to be a part of anymore. I want
off.
His eyes pierce mine, and
I know he knows what I’m thinking. He looks stunned, and for a
split second, I see fear. Cold, fucking fear. He sees everything I
need him to see and more. I hope he gets it. I hope he understands
that this might be the end of our road. We need to have something to
work for, or we have nothing. I love him, but this love hurts. It
hurts in a way I would’ve never dreamed it could.
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Against All Odds © 2014 Copyright, Angie McKeon.
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