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Monday, July 6, 2015

Those Girls by Chevy Stevens - Excerpt + a Giveaway

Tomorrow marks the release of Chevy Stevens's latest and to celebrate I've got an excerpt to share and a copy of the book to give away to one of you lucky readers!

Stevens is known for her insane suspense and twisted plots, folks, so if you haven't read her you really are in for a treat. Before we get too far, though, here's a bit about the book from Goodreads:

Life has never been easy for the three Campbell sisters. Jess, Courtney, and Dani live on a remote ranch in Western Canada where they work hard and try to stay out of the way of their father’s fists. One night, a fight gets out of hand and the sisters are forced to go on the run, only to get caught in an even worse nightmare when their truck breaks down in a small town. Events spiral out of control and a chance encounter with the wrong people leaves them in a horrific and desperate situation. They are left with no choice but to change their names and create new lives.

Eighteen years later, they are still trying to forget what happened that summer when one of the sisters goes missing and they are pulled back into their past.

This time there’s nowhere left to run.


I hope I don't sound too cheesy saying the description alone gives me chills. Frankly, though, that's what I expect out of any book by Stevens, which is why Those Girls is definitely part of my reading plans this summer. 

As promised - and thanks to the publisher, here's a taste of Those Girls to whet your whistle:

THOSE GIRLS 

Chapter One 

July 1997 

We’d only been on the road for an hour but we were almost out of gas. The white line of the highway blurred in front of my eyes, my lids drooping. It was three in the morning and we’d barely slept for days. Dani was driving, her face pale, her long dirty-blond hair pulled under a baseball cap and out the back in a makeshift ponytail, her eyes staring straight ahead. Her name was Danielle, but we just called her Dani. The oldest at almost eighteen, she was the only one who had her license. She’d barely said a word since we left Littlefield.

On my right, Courtney was also staring out the window. When her favorite country song, “Wide Open Spaces” by the Dixie Chicks, came on the radio, she turned it off, then stared back out into the dark night. She brushed at her cheeks and I could tell she was crying. I gave her hand a squeeze, she gripped it back. Her hair was down, one side pushed forward, trying to hide the burn that had left an angry red mark along her jaw line.

None of us had ever traveled this far from home before. We’d found a map at the hardware store—Dani had stolen it while we kept watch—and carefully planned our route to Vancouver. We figured we could make the drive in about eight hours if the truck held up. But we had to stop in Cash Creek first and borrow some money from one of Courtney’s old boyfriends.

It was the middle of July and so hot you couldn’t walk outside without feeling your skin cook. We were golden brown, freckles covering our faces and upper arms—a family trait. Forest fire warnings had been out for a month, a few towns had already been evacuated. Everything was dried out, the fields pale yellow, the weeds in the ditches covered in gray dust. We were in jeans shorts and T-shirts, our skin sweaty even this late at night, and the air smelled hot.

I touched the camera hanging around my neck. My mom had given it to me when I was ten, just before she died. Dani hated it when I took her photo, but Courtney loved it— used to love it. I didn’t know now. I glanced over at her again, then down at my chewed nails. Sometimes I imagined that I could still see the blood under them, as if it had soaked into my skin like it had our floors.

“We’re going to need gas soon,” Dani said suddenly, making me jump.

Courtney turned back from the window. “How much money do we have?”

“Not enough.” Before we left town we’d siphoned a little gas from a neighbor’s truck and gathered what food we could, picking fruit and vegetables from the farm’s fields, taking eggs from underneath the hens and storing them in our cooler. Our cupboards were empty by then—we’d been living on soup, Kraft dinners, rice, and the last few pounds of ground deer meet in the freezer from the buck Dad had shot that spring. We pooled our money—I had a few dollars from babysitting, and Dani had a little money left from when she helped during hay season, but she’d used a lot of it already that year, trying to keep us afloat.

“We could get some money for your camera,” she’d said.

“No way!”

“Courtney sold her guitar.”

“You know why she really sold it,” I said. Dani had gotten quiet then. I’d felt bad but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t give away my one good thing.
“What are we going to do?” I said now.

“We’re going to steal some gas,” Dani said, angry.

Dani always sounded pissed off, but I didn’t pay any attention to it unless she was really mad. Then I got the hell out of her way.

She had a right to be angry. We all did.

From Those Girls by Chevy Stevens, on sale July 7, 2015, from St. Martin’s Press, LLC. Copyright © 2015 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press, LLC.


Those Girls is out on shelves tomorrow and I sincerely hope you'll be joining me in adding it to your summer TBRs. 

And now for the giveaway! To add your name to the hat, simply fill out the Rafflecopter below before Monday, July 20. Open US/Canada only and no PO boxes please.

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7 comments:

cpr040304 said...

I got chills reading the description alone. I love it! My kind of read.

Tara @ Tales of a Book Addict said...

This one looks so good!!

traveler said...

Thanks for this thrilling giveaway. saubleb(at)gmail(dot)com

Dan Karpf said...

I love your reviews and giveaways!

Anita Yancey said...

I haven't read any books by this author, but it definitely sounds like one I want to read. It has a great storyline. Thanks for having the giveaway.

ayancey1974(at)gmail(dot)com

Diane Coto said...

Hi - I'm definitely entering the giveaway. The premise does leave a few chills. :)
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bn100 said...

sounds suspenseful