Thursday, March 17, 2016

Blog Tour + Excerpt: The Way Back to Me (The Way #1) by Anne Mercier

Title: The Way Back to Me
Series: The Way Series
Author: Anne Mercier
Genre: New Adult. Romance.
Publish Date: February 22, 2016
Review Source: eARC
She used to be perky, fun, and full of life—everything I hated about girls and their bullshit exterior. People called her bubbly; I called her “fake-as-hell.”

The edgy, dark, lonely girl in front of me was not the Olivia Brennan I knew from high school—far from it, actually. I knew the story—the whole town knew the story, we witnessed it all. It happened in the blink of an eye and the girl we knew was gone.

But I refuse to watch it anymore—I can’t stand it. I’m going to fix it—fix her. It’s time I showed Olivia her way back…

Back to the girl she used to be.

The Way Back To Me is a novel of sorrow, friendship, love, and finding oneself when least expected, and through the last person you would imagine would be there for you. Bring the tissues, and get comfortable; Anne Mercier takes her readers on one hell of an emotional ride with Olivia Brennan, and Cameron Stone as they learn the utmost truth about one another, and secrets that were meant to always stay secrets.

Olivia Brennan has been through too much for her short life. She has the scars, and memories to prove it. When she makes her own move up North for college from Destiny, South Carolina, she doesn't expect her roommate to be Alexa Stone - the girl that they used to hang out together. What surprises Olivia even more is the hard ass, Cameron Stone who just so happens to meet her at the door...with a scowl. Her bully for most of her High School years, Olivia doesn't care for him. She doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want to hear him. And she certainly doesn't want to go to parties with him. She has to move on with her life, and she wants to do it while stuck in the grieving period she has put her mind into. Alexa (aka Lex) does her best to pull her new found friend out of the ashes, but it doesn't really work.

Enter Cameron Stone. Olivia's High School bully. The one person she doesn't want to look at, hear, or speak to. His nickname for the former cheerleader is Miss Priss. When he realizes that he's done too much damage to her since High School he starts taking things into his own hands to try and save the person she once was. When a fight ensues between the two of them, and she pushes him further, and further away, he devises a plan to win her back. But he never expected it all to turn around and bite him in the ass. When feelings - that he never knew he wanted, or wanted to accept - start pushing on his heart, and his mind, he does everything in his power to find the girl he once knew. At least part of her.

This was such a great novel. A really well thought out, well planned, complex characters that really just set the bar high for this novel. There were no confusing moments in the novel. There wasn't any true questioning - other than the beginning. The reader knows Olivia has been in an accident. That's it. It doesn't go into depth on her accident until further into the book, and my God. Please...have the tissues ready, and don't say I didn't warn you. A must read for 2016, and a glowing 5 Bars to Anne Mercier on The Way Back to Me. I am looking forward to the sequel to this book!

"She really needs to get up. She's been in that bed for two weeks, Trish," my dad says to my mom. They're right outside my door again. I sigh softly.

"Leave her be, Greg. She's not ready yet."

"She's never going to be ready. No one's ever ready for what she has to face."

Mom sniffles and I know she's crying again. I'm so tired of hearing her cry. There's no reason for her to cry—not because of me. I lived. 

I wish I could cry but I can't. I haven’t cried since I woke up in the hospital. I didn't cry from the pain of my fractured and broken bones. I didn't cry at the funeral when I stared down at the lifeless body of my soulmate—the body lying there was unfamiliar—not at all my Danny. I didn't cry while I struggled on crutches with a fractured rib over the uneven lawn, past all the weathered gravestones signifying just how final death really is. 

I didn't cry when I lost it at the people—strangers—who didn't know my friends and my love by more than a passing hello stood there crying and carrying on. They didn't know their favorite color, their favorite food. They didn't know Danny chewed spearmint gum. They didn’t know Simon kept us laughing. They didn't know Cassidy was our support system. They didn't know Phil wasn't really as shallow as he led everyone to believe. 

They. Just. Didn't. Know. 

They didn't have a right to cry for people they didn't know—people who weren't good enough for them while they were alive. 

And me? I just couldn't cry. I didn't even cry when my parents took me home and I stared at the corkboard filled with photos of me with my friends, me and the love of my life holding one another and laughing—a life that no longer exists. I stared at it for the hour I waited for the cemetery workers to cover the graves of those I love most. Then I went to them with my tequila. 

My eyes are locked on that corkboard now and I can only stare mutely. 

I'm numb.

I don't want to feel. I don't want to face a future alone, so I stay in bed and sleep. Sleep is the only friend I have left. 

Sleep embraces me and holds me tight, blocking out the pain and grief that would otherwise fill my shattered heart. Sleep enfolds me in a cocoon of nothingness, and nothingness is what I crave.
I was born and raised in Wisconsin and still live here today with my two sons and puppy. (Though one day soon I hope to move to southern California!)

I’m an avid reader who gets inspired by reading the stories from my favorite authors as well as listening to various types of music. I am a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, desserts, autumn, M. Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Through my books, I am proudly creating new Avenged Sevenfold and Milo Ventimiglia fans one reader at a time.

“The best part of being an author, to me, is being able to take the reader to that one place they long to go when they need to escape reality. Knowing I can do that, for even one reader, makes what I do worthwhile.” ~ Anne Mercier

Hugs and love,
Anne xoxo


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