01 March 2012

Blog Tour : Destined To Fail by Samantha March (Excerpt + Giveaway)

It's time for another Blog Tour! Thanks to Atom Books for letting me participate in Samantha March's Destined to Fail Blog Tour. The author's giving us a sneak peek, followed by a give away ONE e-book copy of the book, so go on and enter!

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Jasmine Jones is ready to begin her new life as a college student, and is ecstatic to have best friend Abby by her side. But weeks into their new college life, Abby drops the bomb- she is pregnant, and dropping out of college. Jasmine can’t handle the fact that Abby is wasting her opportunity to get an education, and going back to her cheating, abusive boyfriend. She struggles to move on from her friendship with Abby, but befriends two new girls at college. Everything seems back on track for Jasmine- great new friendships and roommates, a strong relationship with boyfriend Nate, and excelling at her college courses. But Jasmine’s newfound happiness is shattered when her pregnancy test comes out positive. Does she have to drop out of college now and become a young mother? Will Nate stay with her? How can she afford a child? Jasmine’s life has been filled with obstacles and challenges along the way- from a missing father, sexual and physical abuse, and addictions that tore her family apart. With this latest setback, Jasmine fears her life will always be a struggle. Destined to Fail is one woman’s story about overcoming adversity in life, about taking the negatives and finding a positive, and about never giving up hope.

Check out the excerpt below and enter the giveaway!

Walking out into my bedroom, the tears unleashed with a vengeance. How silly, getting so upset. There was nothing to be worried about. But if I wasn’t worried, why had I bought that stupid test from Laird’s drugstore down the street?
I reached underneath my bed and grabbed out the plastic bag, pulling it towards me. I knew both my roommates were gone, but still felt the need to hide any evidence of what I was about to do. Nobody could know I was even paranoid about this matter; it was too sensitive after all the Abby bullshit.
Stepping back into the bathroom, I took in the familiar surroundings. Cari’s dark pink towels hanging haphazardly from the towel rack. My light blue towel with deep navy strips hanging over the shower door, still damp from my last post-workout shower. The cabinet doors were closed, holding back a plethora of body lotions, makeup, hair accessories, nail polishes and more girly items of Cari’s than I ever owned in my life.
I slowly tore open the box and read the directions twice. Aim, pee, wait. Simple. I followed through and set the stick atop the box it came in, checking the directions one more time. Minus sign, not pregnant. Plus sign…I couldn’t even go there.
While I waited out the two longest minutes of my life, I paced back and forth on the tiled floor, wringing my hands, picking at my fingernails. I couldn’t be. I had been with only Nate the past few months––obviously––and we’d always used condoms the few times we even had sex. Well, except that one time, on Nate’s first visit down to Irving. That would have been, what, only six weeks ago? And that was just one time! And I took birth control, so that should have prevented everything. Though I did recall missing a few days of pills but I had made up for that, taking three pills in one day. I was fine!
But then why was I constantly throwing up? Why did certain foods make me sick? Why had my boobs ballooned up to almost a D cup? I had more than one classmate ask if I had a boob job done. Nothing my body was telling me made sense. Unless, of course, I was pregnant.
A sob escaped my throat then, shocking the still silence surrounding me. I had been so mad at Abby, so upset with her getting pregnant. And now what was I, a hypocrite? I was going to be in the same position as her––young and pregnant and poor and uneducated. No! That couldn’t happen to me! I had goals, I had plans, I had a future.
Before I started to become absolutely out of my mind hysterical, I needed to check the test. Just make sure and see what exactly my future held. Though deep in my gut, I knew what it would say.
I sat in silence when I saw my answer. Stared at the tiny stick that was intent on ruining my life. When the tears finally started, I lay on the bathroom floor for almost an hour, sobbing. Feeling my hopes and dreams floating past me, brushing my fingertips but not letting me hold on. Taunting me, teasing me, knowing I could never reach them. Not now. One mistake, one moment of love, led to this. What would Nate say? Would he still love me? What about my mom? My friends? My school?
With shaking hands, I grabbed my cell phone off my bed, fumbling it once and dropping it to the floor. When I was finally able to get a steady grip, I dialed Nate’s number before I could change my mind. I had to let him know. Hopefully, we would be in this together. Please don’t leave me, I thought to myself as I heard the click of the dial tone. I can’t do this alone.

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Samantha March currently lives in Des Moines, Iowa with her boyfriend and crazy cast of friends. She also runs the popular book/women's lifestyle blog ChickLitPlus, which keeps her bookshelf stocked with the latest reads and up to date on all things health, fitness, fashion, and celebrity related. Destined to Fail is her first novel.

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  1. great a riview..pls enter me,,i cant wait to reading this book

    thanks for the giveaway

    icha09 at gmail dot com

  2. I also like this story and your shared thoughts. I wish you to have happy days!