Excerpt & Giveaway: Until You Find Me by Amber Hart
Until
You Find Me
Until
You Find Me # 1
By:
Amber Hart
Releasing
November 11th,
2014
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Blurb
Amber
Hart pushes contemporary romance to its wildest limits in this
heart-pounding novel, the story of a girl who travels to Africa to
protect the legacy of one man . . . and stays for the love of
another.
Raven
Moore, a twenty-year-old college student from Michigan, feels out of
place in the beautiful, treacherous jungles of Cameroon, staying in
the habitat where her father gave his life to help protect endangered
gorillas. He left home years ago; now Raven refuses to return home
until she unravels the truth about his last days.
Raven
certainly doesn’t count on crossing paths with a handsome young
hunter—especially one as charismatic and intense as Jospin Tondjii.
Instantly, she’s hooked. But Jospin is hiding a dark truth: He is
the heir to a powerful poaching empire, part of a ruthless black
market that is responsible for the dwindling gorilla population.
Their
fathers may have been enemies, but Raven and Jospin forge a bond that
goes beyond blood, a relationship that is tested as Raven draws
closer to the source of her father’s death. Can she and Jospin bear
the weight of the secrets of the wild—and the secrets of their
pasts? Or will the rain forest destroy them both?
Advance
praise for Until
You Find Me
“If
you think the jungle is hot and dangerous, wait until you meet
Jospin. He and Raven turn up the heat to scorching and burn the
jungle down!”—Lisa
Desrochers, USA Today
bestselling author of A
Little Too Far
“A
beautiful, unconventional story that takes you to the jungles of
Africa to fall in love, Until
You Find Me contains the
perfect balance of angst, thrills, and page-turning appeal.”—K.A.
Tucker, USA Today
bestselling author of Ten
Tiny Breaths
“Wonderfully
unique and utterly unputdownable, Until
You Find Me is a breath
of fresh air. Each page is sexier than the one before.”—Lauren
Layne, author of Isn’t
She Lovely
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Excerpt
I
race headfirst into the jungle, machete out, decapitating shrubs and
dismembering tree limbs in my path.
Another
scream.
This
one is gurgled.
I
run faster. As fast as I can.
Then,
silence.
It’s
over. Before it began, really.
I
find them in a heartbeat, though I remain in the shadows, camouflaged
behind a tree with bark so dark that it nearly matches the ebony of
my skin. My eyes jump to the gorilla first. He is sleeping, the right
side of his face pressed against brown earth, a tranquilizer dart
protruding from his back.
I
recognize the three habitat workers standing nearby but not the girl
who is slumped on the forest floor.
Her
left arm hangs limply—the shoulder is clearly dislocated—and the
skin on her arm is shredded. One of the workers, the man, picks her
up carefully. Her head lolls at an awkward angle; she’s clearly
unconscious. Her blood drips continuously, leaving a velvety trail on
damp soil. The man cradles her, moving swiftly but carefully, trying
not to jostle her maimed body. His two companions are speaking
somewhat frantically, but I understand every word they say, even
though English is not my first language.
“Must
get her to the doctor ASAP.”
“Losing
too much blood.”
“Broken,
it seems.”
“Need
proper assessment.”
“Lucky
we came in time.”
“What
the hell is she doing way out here?”
Yes.
What the hell is she doing way out here?
She
is delicate-looking. Small features. Tiny frame. Mouth parted
slightly. Every part of her seems soaked with blood.
One
of the women speaks into a radio. A male answers. Says that if he
runs, he can be there in ten minutes to see that the gorilla is safe.
She agrees to wait until he arrives. They are smart not to leave the
silverback alone. I breathe slowly, determined to stay hidden. I
watch. Wait. Commit her face to memory. Should she survive her
injuries, I need to recognize her.
To
warn her.
She
shouldn’t be in this part of the jungle. Not now. Not ever.
Perhaps
the gorilla warned her enough.
What
was the trigger?
I
take inventory. The girl possesses no visible weapons. There were no
young gorillas involved, unless they ran off when the workers
arrived—but that isn’t typical behavior. Normally the young stay
by the adult’s side. Conscious or not. And the girl didn’t seem
to have provoked it with a loud sound—I would have heard that. But
there is always a trigger. I’m missing something.
Author
Info
Amber
Hart is the author of Before You and Until You Find Me. She grew up
in Orlando, Florida, and Atlanta, Georgia, and now resides on the
Florida coastline with her family. When not reading, she can be found
writing, daydreaming, or dipping her toes in the sand.
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