Whatever It Takes by Lindsey Pogue(Nothing But Trouble, #1)
Publication date: January 22nd 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Four years ago, I thought my life was pretty normal for a teenager. Three years ago, my world was shattered, and now I’m just trying to hold the pieces together. But regret and anger aren’t so easy to ignore.
I just need to catch my breath … for it all to go away …
I thought I might finally be ready to move on from that horrible night, but then he decided to come back.
He can’t come back … he’ll ruin me completely.
One horror-filled night changes the course of Samantha’s seemingly normal life. She’s ruined everything. Despite her determination to keep the family ranch up and running, her guilt makes it impossible to completely move on or forget.
Sam takes comfort in her quirky, endearing friends as she tries to balance between the girl she was and the woman she wants to become. Just when she thinks she’s finally making amends with her past, someone she never thought she’d see again returns, and Sam’s life is once again turned upside down. Both her head and her heart want different things, so she’s lost when, once again, she’s forced to make a decision that will inevitably change her life.
The dismal ache inside me overshadows the disappointment I know I should feel as I contemplate the shard’s sharp edges. Standing motionless and muted, I take deep, grounding breaths.
In . . . out . . .
In . . . out . . .
In . . . out . . .
It does nothing to stave off the unbearable tightness in my chest. I should put the shard down. The months of fighting against the pain, of trying to ignore it and accept it, to control the growing weakness that nearly cripples me, moves so far beyond me I want to give in.
I can’t push the urge aside. I can’t ignore it. Not any longer. I need the burn—so raw, demanding, and overpowering—to go away. I need my heart to stop aching, and for once, I want the grief and shame to ease, just a little, so I can breathe again.
Finally, I let out a shaky breath. I run the pad of my thumb over the slick surface of the piece of glass. It’s thin, sharp, and might break in my hand if I clutch it any harder.
A fiendish need claws inside me, and a delirious giddiness overcomes me at the thought of even a second’s relief.
I lick my lips. This is what I need . . . one fell swoop of the glass across my skin. The burn. The sting of air and torn flesh, just enough to draw blood. Then I’d feel something else.
I press a jagged edge of the glass to my palm.
“Samantha, I was calling you,” Alison says from the doorway.
Writing stories is like eating Skittles, I want to taste the rainbow. After all, writing and reading is about losing yourself in something else, right? Someone else’s life, a place faraway… I want to write them all—the fantastical and gritty real life—and just thinking about the possibilities gets my gears turning and revved up for my next writing adventure. Let me tell you, when your book doesn’t fit nicely into a perfect genre package, you open yourself up to harsher reviews from people who were expecting one book but got another and your book is much more difficult to market. BUT, over the past few years, especially working on The Ending Series, I’ve realized something: nothing is black and white. There are tons of authors out there who write historical fiction and paranormal romance, erotica and thrillers. If I want to be myself, to write what I’m passionate about, I’m going to be all over the place. For instance, I’m infatuated with history, have lived the true life gritty stuff, love adventure and happily ever after, so why not write about it all? Life is all about exploration, so why should writing be any different?
My answer is yes, it is for me. When I’m writing, it takes a lot to get into my characters and once I do, the last thing I want is to jump back and forth. While I was working on Whatever It Takes in between Ending Series books, that probably won’t be the case moving forward. I have limited writing time, and in order to make the best of it, I need to keep myself focused, something that is difficult for me. I’m like a squirrel with shiny objects; I have so many different stories I want to write about, if I don’t stay focused, I’ll start them all and finish none of them.
Besides the rest of the Nothing But Trouble Series (Mac and Nick’s stories), I started a historical/adventure/romance, Wrecked. It’s essentially Jane Austen meets Swiss Family Robinson. I wanted to explore life and society in 19th century England and America and what would happen if idealistic romance met survival adventure. What would conversations sound like and what would relationships and social class barriers look like in an era turned upside down, when women weren’t allowed to show their ankles and everyone was expected to say and do the “proper” thing. What happens when you’re bred one way but thrust into a whole new world where survival is all that really matters?