Saturday 28 February 2015

10 Days of CONFESS Excerpt Chain - Confess by Colleen Hoover


    

Title: Confess
Author: Colleen Hoover
Publisher: Atria Books
Release Date: March 10, 2015




From #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, a new novel about risking everything for love—and finding your heart somewhere between the truth and lies.

Auburn Reed has her entire life mapped out. Her goals are in sight and there’s no room for mistakes. But when she walks into a Dallas art studio in search of a job, she doesn’t expect to find a deep attraction to the enigmatic artist who works there, Owen Gentry.

For once, Auburn takes a risk and puts her heart in control, only to discover that Owen is keeping some major secrets from coming out. The magnitude of his past threatens to destroy everything important to Auburn, and the only way to get her life back on track is to cut Owen out of it.

The last thing Owen wants is to lose Auburn, but he can’t seem to convince her that truth is sometimes as subjective as art. All he would have to do to save their relationship is confess. But in this case, the confession could be much more destructive than the actual sin…







  I just can’t believe it’s come to this. I haven’t even built up a clientele at the salon I’m working at, so I’m definitely going to have to look for a second job. I just have no idea when I’ll find time to fit it in, thanks to Lydia’s erratic scheduling.
            Speaking of Lydia.
            I dial her number and hit send and wait for her to pick up on the other end. After it goes to voice mail, I debate whether to leave or a message or just call back later tonight. I’m sure she just deletes her messages, anyway, so I end the call and drop the phone into my purse. I can feel the flush rising up my neck and cheeks and the familiar sting in my eyes. It’s the thirteenth time I’ve walked home in my new state, in a city inhabited by nothing but strangers but I’m determined to make it the first time I’m not crying when I reach my front door. My neighbors probably think I’m psychotic.
            It’s just such a long walk from work to home, and long walks make me contemplate my life, and my life makes me cry.
            I pause and look into the glass window of one of the buildings to check for smeared mascara. I take in my reflection and don’t like what I see.
            A girl who hates the choices she’s made in her life.
            A girl who hates her career.
            A girl who misses Portland.
           A girl who desperately needs a second job, and now a girl who is read the HELP WANTED sign she just noticed in the window.

Help Wanted.
Knock to apply.

I take a step back and assess the building I’m standing in front of; I’ve passed by it every day on my commute and I’ve never noticed it. Probably because I spend my mornings on the phone and my afternoon walks with too many tears in my eyes to notice my surroundings.

CONFESS

That’s all the sign says. The name leads me to believe it might be a church, but that thought is quickly dismissed when I take a closer look at the glass windows lining the front of the building. They are covered with small scraps of paper in various shapes and sizes, concealing views into the building, removing any hope of taking a peek inside. The scraps of paper are all marked with words and phrases, written in different handwriting. I take a step closer and read a few of them.

Every day I’m grateful that my husband and his brother look exactly alike. It means there’s less of a chance that my husband will find out that our son isn’t his.

I clutch my hand to my heart. What the hell is this? I read another.

I haven’t spoken to my children in four months. They’ll call on holidays and my birthday, but never in between. I don’t blame them. I was a horrible father.           

I read another.

I lied on my résumé. I don’t have a degree. In the five years I’ve been working for my employer, no one has ever asked to see it.





Don’t forget to check out Once Upon a Twilight tomorrow for the next episode in the CONFESS excerpt chain, and follow along with all the other stops on the 10 Days of Confess chain!

10 Days of CONFESS Excerpt Chain Stops

Day 1 - 2/23: Maryse’s Book Blog
Day 2 - 2/24: Vilma’s Book Blog
Day 3 - 2/25: Aestas Book Blog
Day 4 - 2/26: Rock Stars of Romance
Day 5 - 2/27: Shh Mom’s Reading
Day 6 - 2/28: Give Me Books Blog
Day 7 - 3/1: Once Upon a Twilight
Day 8 - 3/2: Me, My Shelf & I
Day 10 - 3/4: Shameless  Book Club




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I'll be the first to tell anyone, if you want a guaranteed great book, go buy something from Colleen Hoover. She has been and probably always will be one of my very favorite authors. Confess is Colleen's newest offering and as always she spins a unique tale full of angst, heartbreak and ultimately, love.

Holy mother of all prologues! If that doesn't suck you in right away, nothing else will. Because, WHOA! The beginning of Auburn's story will have you wiping away tears within just a few short pages. And our hero, Owen, OMG! Seriously! O-M-G. Owen is an artist and owns his own gallery. People slip anonymous confessions into his mail box and he draws his inspiration for his paintings from them.

Confession: I loved this storyline.

Confession: Colleen Hoover writes some of the most heart wrenching, unique books I've ever read. I hope she never stops writing.

Confession: Auburn and Owen just may just be some of my favorite characters from Colleen yet.

I can't wait for everyone to be able to read this amazing book. I absolutely loved it. Confess is written in the first person narrative, alternating in Auburn and Owen's voices. It's a full length standalone with no cliffhanger.

~ Review by Erin







Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Slammed, Point of Retreat, This Girl, Hopeless, Losing Hope, Maybe Someday, Finding Cinderella, and Ugly Love. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. Please visit ColleenHoover.com.



       

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for the excerpt and the giveaway! ❤️❤️

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