One moment...
That’s all it takes to change your life.
What happens when your entire future is on the line because of one reckless moment? This is what Breanna Miller and Thomas “Razor” Turner have to face in Katie McGarry’s WALK THE EDGE. Blackmail, family secrets, future plans on the verge of collapsing, two people who aren’t supposed to be together fall in love, and the power of social media in defining who you are when you’re not even sure who that person is yet…Join the Club and and immerse yourself in the world of the Reign of Terror. Pick up WALK THE EDGE today!
One moment of recklessness will change their worlds
Smart. Responsible. That's seventeen-year-old Breanna's role in her large family, and heaven forbid she put a toe out of line. Until one night of shockingly un-Breanna-like behavior puts her into a vicious cyberbully's line of fire—and brings fellow senior Thomas "Razor" Turner into her life.
Razor lives for the Reign of Terror motorcycle club, and good girls like Breanna just don't belong. But when he learns she's being blackmailed over a compromising picture of the two of them—a picture that turns one unexpected and beautiful moment into ugliness—he knows it's time to step outside the rules.
And so they make a pact: he'll help her track down her blackmailer, and in return she'll help him seek answers to the mystery that's haunted him—one that not even his club brothers have been willing to discuss. But the more time they spend together, the more their feelings grow. And suddenly they're both walking the edge of discovering who they really are, what they want, and where they're going from here.
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Excerpt:
“I’m here about your mother.” The asshole knows he has me
when my eyes snap to his.
“She’s
dead.” Like the other times I say the words, a part of me dies along with her.
This
guy has green eyes and they soften like he’s apologetic. “I know. I’m sorry.
I’ve received some new evidence that may help us discover what caused her
death.”
Anger
curls within my muscles and my jaw twitches. This overwhelming sense of
insanity is what I fight daily. For years, I’ve heard the whispers from the
gossips in town, felt the stares of the kids in class, and I’ve sensed the pity
of the men in the Reign of Terror I claim as brothers. It’s all accumulated to
a black, hissing doubt in my soul.
Suicide.
It’s
what everyone in town says happened. It’s in every hushed conversation people
have the moment I turn my back. It’s not just from the people I couldn’t give
two shits about, but the people who I consider family.
I shove
away those thoughts and focus on what my father and the club have told me—what
I have chosen to believe. “My mother’s death was an accident.”
He’s
shaking his head and I’m fresh out of patience. I’m not doing this. Not with
him. Not with anyone. “I’m not interested.”
I push
off the railing and I did out the keys to my motorcycle as I bound down the
steps. The detective’s behind me. He has a slow steady stride and it irritates
me that he follows across the yard and doesn’t stop coming as I swing my leg
over my bike.
“What
if I told you I don’t think it was an accident,” he says.
Odds
are it wasn’t. Odds are every whispered taunt in my direction is true. That my
father and the club drove Mom crazy, and I wasn’t enough of a reason for her to
choose life.
To
drown him out, I start the engine. This guy must be as suicidal as people say
Mom was because he eases in front of my bike assuming I won’t run him down.
“Thomas,”
he says.
I twist
the handle to rev the engine in warning. He raises his chin like he’s finally
pissed and his eyes narrow on me. “Razor.”
I let
the bike idle. If he’s going to respect me by using my road name, I’ll respect
him for a few seconds. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
Damn if
the man doesn’t possess balls the size of Montana. He steps closer to me and
drops a bomb. “I have reason to believe your mom was murdered.”
"There's something about McGarry's writing that's totally enthralling. Her characters are vivid, flawed and riveting, making this is a truly amazing read!"
~ RT Book Reviews "Katie McGarry is a master of her craft! Raw emotion, pure grit, I hang on every word. Her characters are real people with real problems and I cheer them every step of the way. Ready for a new addiction? Look no further than Katie McGarry's books."
~ Gena Showalter, Bestselling author of Firstlife "I finished WALK THE EDGE by the amazing Katie McGarry. It was SO good that now I feel bereft. I already miss Razor & Bre - I need to know more! She is by far my #1 favorite author. She paints a picture with the words, puts you IN the story... LOVE."
~ Lori Foster, New York Times Bestselling Author
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Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.
Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.
My street name would be Maverick! :)
ReplyDeleteI'd like the street name "Enforcer," because it sounds tough...which would be a complete oxymoron since I'm about as intimidating as a basket of kittens. :-)
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