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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

SALE BLITZ & SURPRISE RELEASE: Imperfect/Perfect Truth by Ava Harrison



I’m a blogger. He’s a writer.

He was my weakness. 

I was his muse. 


Once upon a time my marriage was built on love...

Until it wasn’t. 


Where had we gone wrong?

I had given up hope…


But then he messaged me,

And his words intoxicated me.

Made me believe in love again.


Made me believe in truth.

My imperfect truth…




“Once upon a time my marriage was built on love...

Until it wasn’t.” 


Imperfect Truth by Ava Harrison is NOW ON SALE FOR ONLY $0.99! 



As a special treat to her loyal fans. Ava has released a SURPRISE FREE EPILOGUE. 

Perfect Truth is NOW LIVE! 



Want to know what happened to Ava after Imperfect Truth?

Read Perfect Truth NOW for FREE! 

**Price is subject to change. May not be available outside the US**






Excerpt: Perfect Truth by Ava Harrison


Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

I stare at my phone then back in the mirror. No way. It can’t be, can it? My brain counts backward. Four weeks. Nah, no chance. I was alone four weeks ago. See, overreacting as usual. Wait…

What was I doing two weeks ago?

A memory creeps into my brain. Oh, I totally remember what I was doing. My cheeks flush at the vision now playing out in my head. That was one hell of a night…and morning…and following afternoon. I vaguely remember champagne, whip cream and… holy shit, handcuffs? A loud, boisterous laugh escapes my mouth. Yep, one hell of a night. Could it be? Could I be?

My heartbeat starts to accelerate, as the reality of the situation hits me head on. Oh my God. I totally am. It’s only been three months since things have been good. Are we ready for this? Is he ready? Shit…

Am I ready?

` My arm accidentally runs against my chest. Goddamn that hurts.

Yep, better get ready.

***

My feet take brisk steps as I make my way to Jules apartment. I don’t think I have ever walked so fast in my life, my impending fate exciting me to the core.

A light sweat breaks out across my forehead the closer I get to my destination, the crisp fall air doing nothing to calm the excitement radiating from my body. As I approach the building, I nod my head in a familiar gesture to the doorman and then head over to the elevator. Once inside I press the floor and wait for the doors to close. My foot nervously taps until the elevator arrives on Jules floor. Heading down the hall to her apartment, I knock once before Jules yells for me to come inside.

I’m greeted by a foul smell permeating through the air when I walk inside her apartment and my stomach turns over. Why is she cooking again? I’ve noticed a trend over the last few months. The happier I become, the more distant Jules appears, her eyes looking more and more hollow as the days pass. She often seems tired, worn out. Now, the tell-tale signs that something is amiss hangs in the air, a baking monstrosity gone wrong. Jules only bakes when she needs to think and, unfortunately, she has been baking a lot.

“Jules, where are you?”

“Ava? What are you doing here?” Her voice is far off, echoing through the hallway that leads to her bedroom.

“I’m late,”


*This is a free epilogue to Imperfect Truth. This is not a standalone or a novel.

You must read Imperfect Truth NOW ONLY $0.99 to read this book.





Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred.

When she’s not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.

Connect to Ava

Twitter: @avaharrison333

Perfectly Flawed Support Group on Facebook.



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