Book Blitz: Ransom By Rachel Schurig

Posted April 30, 2014 by girlswit in Book Blitz, Giveaway, Uncategorized / 0 Comments

Ransom by Rachel Schurig 
Publication date: April 28th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance


**The first book in a brand new series from USA Today bestselling author Rachel Schurig. This New Adult Contemporary Romance novel is a complete story with no cliffhanger.**

Daisy Harris has no reason to suspect that her day will be any different than usual. She’ll go to class, alone. She won’t speak or make eye contact. She’ll spend her entire day doing her best to go completely unnoticed. That’s what life is like for Daisy now—an endless cycle of loneliness and fear. A life lived hiding behind the walls she so faithfully maintains.

Then she sees it. A magazine, left behind in class. A simple picture—just his face. And it changes everything.

It’s been a year since she’s seen Daltrey Ransome. A year since he and his brothers left town to pursue their dreams of rock and roll superstardom. A year since he left Daisy behind—left her to watch as everything she knew crumbled around her. She’s been running from Daltrey ever since, desperate to keep her secret.

But she can’t run anymore. And now that Daltrey has found her—the girl he’s loved his entire life, the girl he’d give up everything for—he’s determined never to let her go again.

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Ransom Excerpt

wake up, alone in a dark hotel room, my heart racing, scared out of my mind.
When I finally figure out where the hell I am, I rub my aching chest. I’m glad
I’m not on the bus, glad there’s no one in here to see me like this. I’m pretty
sure the wetness I feel on my cheeks is tears, and my brothers would never let
me live that down.
sleep isn’t going to return anytime soon, I climb out of bed and head for the
mini bar. I grab a cold beer, even though I could probably use something
stronger. You’re too young for a drinking problem. So-called rock
star or not.
take the beer to the small balcony of my room and lean against the railing,
looking out over the lights of Memphis. We played a kick-ass show, and I should
still be on a high from it. The crowd was amazing. Everything felt right in the
world, for a few brief hours. I could forget about the knowledge that I’d
traveled halfway across the country without actually seeing any of it. Forget
the fact that the tour bus, though more luxurious than our old van, was cramped
and starting to make me feel claustrophobic. Forget about how tired I was and
how my throat hurt pretty much every day now. When we played like that, when we
somehow managed to tap into that almost magical, synched-up, out-of-body place
I can’t even describe, I could forget about all the shitty stuff and remember
why we were doing this in the first place.
had felt that tonight, for the first time in weeks, and the sensation had been
fantastic. I should have slept like a baby. But here I was again, drinking a
beer by myself at three in the morning.
keep having dreams about her.
is pretty fucking ridiculous because I haven’t talked to the girl in about a
year. Daisy made it perfectly clear that, for whatever reason, she was done
with me—just like that, years of friendship, gone. And I don’t even know what
the hell I did.
so I left, but she always knew that was going to happen. We planned for it, for
Christ’s sake. Worked for it. Both of us. She had every bit as much to
do with our success as anyone in the band. She was our biggest supporter, our
loudest critic. We never performed a song without her hearing it first, never
played a gig without her there. She was with us on that first horrible
so-called tour, riding around Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana to all those
dingy dive bars. She helped us plaster the towns with our flyers and sell our
homemade CDs, just waiting for our big chance.
when it came, when we got the call from Grey Skies that they wanted us to open
for them, she was there then, too. She sat at our kitchen table, just like she
had a thousand times before, waiting with bated breath for my dad to get off
the phone with their manager. When he finally hung up and confirmed that our
big break had appeared, she was the first person I grabbed as the kitchen
erupted around us. She was happy for me—not the fake kind of happy that you
think another person wants to see. She was genuinely, honest-to-God,
screaming-her-face-off-while-hugging-me happy.
only bad thing about those hectic, heady weeks before the tour was leaving her.
I wanted to tell her then, the thing I’d always known but been too afraid to
say, but I didn’t. I couldn’t imagine saying those three words—finally saying
them, out loud, not just in my head where I imagined it constantly—and then
leaving. So I held my tongue, and my tears, as I hugged her one last time
before heading for the airport.
I should have said it. Maybe then she wouldn’t have disappeared the way she
did. But I had a plan, damn it. I was going to come back, take her to her prom,
the way we always talked about, and drop the bomb that I wanted us to be more.
The way it played out in my head was that she’d be so happy she’d be willing to
leave with me. She would forget about the business school she never really
wanted to attend to come on tour with us. I wanted to experience this with her.
I wanted to show her the world.
another sip of beer, I wonder—not for the first time—what in the hell I could
have done to piss her off so much. She stopped taking my calls about three
months after we left for California. By then we’d recorded our album and
started to tour as the openers for Grey Skies. I used to call her every night,
eager to tell her all about life on the road in a proper tour. We had a lot
more free time back then, and I was actually getting a chance to do things in
the towns where we stopped. Was that it? Was she jealous?
that wasn’t like Daisy. I cannot imagine that she would throw away a
thirteen-year friendship out of jealousy. It didn’t make any sense. But one
day, she didn’t answer when I called. And didn’t respond to my voice mail. Or
my increasingly panicked text messages. My emails went unanswered, too.
tried for weeks to reach her, calling her house, her phone, her dad’s phone. He
told me flat out she didn’t want to talk to me, but I still couldn’t accept it.
Even when her cell number was disconnected, when my emails started to come back
with the message that there was no such address, I didn’t get it. It wasn’t
until she finally called me to cancel our prom plans that I realized what she’d
been trying to tell me: She didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
replay those weeks all the time, wondering what I could have done differently.
I always come back to the same thing: I should have gone home. I should have
told my dad to screw himself and gotten on a plane. They could have managed
without me for a few days. Even if they couldn’t, even if it would have
jeopardized our chance to open for Grey Skies, I should have done it anyway.
Daisy was worth it.
I didn’t. And now she’s away at college, probably having the time of her life,
forgetting all about her old friend. I can see her so clearly, sitting on a
green lawn, surrounded by friends, like some fucking commercial, her brown
curls blowing in the breeze as she laughs. The image makes my chest ache again.
She’s gone, man. Accept it.
I look
out over the city again, my beer bottle empty. She is gone, hundreds of miles
away, totally out of my reach. And I’m here, alone in the middle of the night,
haunted by memories of the only girl I ever loved.

(No author photo was made available)
Rachel Schurig lives in the metro Detroit area with her dog, Lucy. She loves to watch reality TV and she reads as many books as she can get her hands on. In her spare time, Rachel decorates cakes. Her THREE GIRLS series is available now from Amazon!
Author Links:   Website   |   Twitter   |   Facebook

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