Sandie James: Eleven Weeks Cover Release Day for Lauren McKellar

I am so pleased to be able to show you fellow HRW member Lauren McKellar's new cover for her January 2015 release Eleven Weeks.

Title: Eleven Weeks, book two in the Crazy In Love series

Author: Lauren K. McKellar

Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult)

Cover Design: KILA Designs

On sale: January, 2015

About Eleven Weeks

Seven shots

Five siblings

Two boys

One heartbeat …

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Stacey is

good at pretending.

She pretends

that the boy she’s in love with doesn’t exist.

She pretends

that she’s happy to live and die in this small town.

She pretends

that her life is carefree while her best friend’s life crumbles before her very

eyes.

But Stacey’s

got a secret …

And it’s going to ruin everything,

Excerpt

I wake to the sound of a drill-saw attempting to channel through a concrete pylon right next to my head.

“Why?” I grunt. Only it sounds more like “uggghhh”, even to my ears. Apparently being woken by drill-saw seriously impedes my ability to form words. I reach my hand out and slam something in front of me, presumably the drill-saw, most likely a clock radio. Regardless, the action makes the noise stop, thank hell.

Ugh. While the blast of noise has stopped, there’s still a ringing in my head of dizzy-making proportions. Not to mention that my tongue tastes like I’ve been eating road-kill. Yuck.

I squint one eye open and then scrunch my lid shut immediately as protection from the harsh yellow light coming in through the window framed by black-flowered curtains. What fresh hell is this? Who has opened my—

Shit.

I don’t have black-flowered curtains.

I inch open my lid at snail’s pace, this time preparing myself for the assault of light from the left of the room. Yep. Black floral curtains still there.

I open my eyes wider and take in more of the room in front of me. Aside from the window, there’s a black bedside table with a digital clock on the top of it, right next to a red lamp. The floor is covered in a shaggy-looking cream carpet, a black skirt and red lacy bra lying on top of it.

Oh, no. Please, please no …

I slowly raise the white sheet from my body. Yep, exactly as I’d suspected.

My black skirt and red bra.

This, of course, leaves only one question. But do I really want to look? Can I?

I rack my brain, trying to put together the pieces of the night before. There was the party at Joe’s. I’d gone there with Kate, because Dave and the band were playing. Michael. I saw Michael. Tequila. Lots of tequila.

I glanced down at my hand. Seven little lipstick lines mar its surface. One for each shot. At least I can remember that.

But how the hell did I get here? And, more importantly, where is here?

Books in this series:

(cover linked to Goodreads)