Hi, everyone! Today I'm having a Book Blitz for the book Wash Me Away by Wendy Owens.
Monsters have a way of following you. Immersed in a new world at boarding school, Addy Buckley learns she’s not the only one with secrets. While trying to navigate the minefield of painful lies that seem to be rattling around her family’s past, she meets soft on the eyes and heavy on the heart, Napoleon Blake. When faced with the darkness, Addy must decide to cling to her new life and friends or let the monster carry her away. The choice is hers, sink or swim.
I smile at the sincerity in his
voice. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for keeping the
ghosts away. ”He’s no longer looking at me. Instead he watches our friends leap
into the air, laughing and screaming as they chase the fluttering glow bugs.
I think about his words. That’s
exactly what he has done for me … keep the ghosts away.
I lay down in the tall grass,
my head tilted to the night sky, the moon full over our heads.
“Alrighty,” he says, filling
the void next to me. “What are we doing?”
“Watching.”
“For?” he asks.
“God.”
His hand seeks mine through the
blades of grass, our palms flat against one another’s. My heart starts to race.
I’m listening to the song of the crickets mixed with our friend’s laughter, and
in that moment I want nothing more than to crash into Leo and make the world
stop turning. Instead, I settle for the moment, touching a friend’s hand,
quietly keeping the ghosts at bay for one another.
“Do you think he’s there?” he
asks.
“Who?” I forget what we’re
talking about, distracted by his touch.
He doesn’t move his hand away.
“God.”
I swallow. I’ve wondered that a
lot, especially as a little girl, on those nights that Daddy would visit my
room. “I don’t know,” I answer in barely a whisper.
“It’s a nice thought.”
“What is?”
“The whole heaven thing. That
people are waiting for us,” he says.
“I guess.”
“What? You don’t believe in
heaven?”
“I don’t know,” I say again
honestly. “If that’s all real, it just seems hard to swallow.”
“What does?”
“Suffering,” I reply.
He’s quiet, and I wish I hadn’t
rained on the moment. “Yeah, it is.”
I want to tell him I hope there’s a heaven
because he deserves to see his brother again. I want to tell him that I hope
hell exists because people like my father deserve to go there. I want to tell him
that through all the bull, I still have hope it’s all real and this being is
out there, loving me with all the blemishes others have placed onto me. But
instead I lay there, content with the touch of his hand.
Wendy Owens
Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s become a passion ever since. Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might lead. Her first series, The Guardians, is a YA fantasy series about angel and human hybrids.
Since then she has branched into NA Contemporary Romance and released titles to include Stubborn Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next romance, The Luckiest is scheduled to be released in July 2014.
When she’s not writing, this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their three amazing kids, and two pups. She loves to cook and is a film fanatic.
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