Blog Tour: No Reverse by Marion Croslydon

August 16, 2013
Hi everyone! Today I'm hosting a promotional stop for Marion Croslydon's No Reverse Blog Tour organized by AToMR Books. (Full Schedule here). I have an excerpt and giveaway to share with you guys, but first lets see what the books is all about.

No Reverse
Marion Croslydon
Released on August 13, 2013
by Carlux Publishing

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A girl who needs to undo the past.
A boy who wants to forget it.
In love, there’s no way back.

At high school in Steep Hill, Kansas, Cassie O’Malley and Josh MacBride were the poster couple for quarterback/cheerleader romance until they starred in their own tale of teen pregnancy. No need to say: their shotgun wedding was low-key. But when there was no baby anymore, they went their separate ways.

Five years later, Josh has breezed through Georgetown and is about to finish his post-grad degree at Oxford University. He is set to join a lobbying group on Capitol Hill, owned by his new fiancée’s father. For Josh, the sky is now the limit… only he must first take care of a tiny legal matter: technically, he’s still married to the girl who broke his heart.

Meanwhile, Cassie has been waiting tables in Steep Hill to pay for her sick grandmother’s care. On the day of the old lady’s funeral, Cassie is served with two sets of papers. Josh is asking for a divorce. Her heart squeezes, but, well, he moved on a long time ago. But the second envelope shakes Cassie to the core. So, for the first time, she leaves Kansas and heads to good ol’ England.

There, Cassie finds that Josh has not just “moved on,” he’s freakin’ engaged to some blue-blooded heiress. The feelings Cassie had buried deep rush back to her. But no matter if he keeps thrusting the divorce papers under her nose, she needs him to save the only person she loves more than Josh, more than life itself…


     I was out of breath. Josh freed my arm and crossed the room, creating an area of safety between us. He stared at me as if I were a two-headed monster.
     “You could have mailed the divorce papers. No need to hand-deliver them.”
     I swallowed hard. I’d spent a fortune and crossed a fucking ocean to see him face-to-face. There was no chickening out now. I shuffled on my feet so that I could hold myself straighter.
     “I need to tell you something. Face-to-face. I… I’m not ready to sign the papers. Not yet. We need to talk. And then, if you still want me to sign, I will.”
     When I’d told Josh I was pregnant, his mouth hadn’t dropped open nearly as wide as this. But, credit to him, he recovered quickly. “You’ve been begging for one for the last six years. Now that I’m ready to give it to you, you change your mind. Have you dedicated your life to ruining mine?”
     Those sweet words of love… I shook myself. This wasn’t about me, or Josh. I had to think straight, “big picture,” and work at reaching my goal.
     “What happened between us, it’s sad.” I moved toward him until we were nearly arms’ length away. “But we can work things out, try and get over what happened when…”
     “When you killed my child?”
     I shuddered.
     “When you went behind my back and had an abortion?”
     His words pierced into me like icepicks. I couldn’t hold his gaze, so my eyes focused on the tips of my shoes instead.
     “Or when you forgot about our vows and went on tour with your new rock star boyfriend?”
     Josh was now close enough that I could smell him, and he smelled the same. All man now, but still with some of the scent of the boy I grew up with. He smelled like the lemons from his mother’s award-winning garden. I wanted to throw myself into his strong arms, have them wrap around me and make me feel like he did when we were younger—when love was easy.
     “I did what I had to do, and I did it for you.”
     His body jerked backwards and his hands flew up to his face. “You have absolutely no shame.”
     His words should have floored me. Instead they fired up frustration. “No shame? Do you think you’d be where you are now, Ivy League and all, if I had burdened you with a baby when you were seventeen?”
     First, Josh didn’t react. Then I saw the thoughts processing all over his face, as if it were the first time he’d looked at the past that way. So I hammered my point home. “If I’d had the baby back then, you’d still be in Steep Hill, and not even close to getting your butt out of there. Just like Woodie and me.”
     When Josh finally talked, it was like a judge passing a death sentence.
     “You did not have the right to make that choice for me. But you did and now there’s no way back.”
     Whatever the “real” truth was, Josh was right.
     “Maybe you’re right.” I gave in, my voice cracking. “But you had so much going for you. I knew I had to let you go.”
     “Why?” His eyes widened. “We could have made it work.”
     We’d already had that conversation. For someone that smart, Josh had always lacked common sense.
     “Really?” I cocked my head. “You’d have stayed in Steep Hill, so that I could look after both my sick gran and the baby”
     Josh opted for silence again. Seriously, had he ever extracted his head from his butt and looked at a situation the way it really was?
     I took a deep breath to focus on tidying my thoughts. Now was the time to share the truth with him. If he was to be angry with me, better make it for the right reason. I bridged the space between us. He didn’t budge. Good. I extended my arm to touch his forearm. He didn’t react. The contact filled me with hope.
     “Josh,” I whispered, “I came here to tell you… I didn’t—”
     The background sound of the music downstairs burst into the room, then receded when the door behind me slammed shut again.
     “Darling?” A girl’s voice.
     Josh stepped back, his jaw tightened. Before he had been looking down at me. Now he wasn’t looking at me at all. That was when I noticed the bottle of fancy perfume on the table next to the double bed.
     I spun around. A stick-thin brunette stood two yards away from me, all designer jeans and turtleneck top. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in a way only a professional’s blow-dry could have delivered.
     “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The girl’s accent was East Coast, all clean and polished.
     “Sorry, Lenor.” Josh struggled for his words. “I bumped into a friend from home.”
     “How sweet.” Lenor approached me, her manicured hand extended for a shake. “I’m Eleanor, Josh’s fiancée.”

About the Author
Marion Croslydon
Marion’s parents are terribly disappointed with her…
They wanted her to have a serious job, providing financial stability and social standing. For years, she really tried to make them happy; she studied hard, got into top schools, graduated with honors and found a high-achieving job.
But deep down, Marion was miserable. She never wanted to be a top executive, brokering deals in New York, London or Tokyo. Marion wanted to be… a ROMANCE WRITER. She wanted to spend her days in that good ol’ tracksuit of hers, in front of her laptop, popping down Oreos like there was no tomorrow. She wanted to fall in love with a different man each time she wrote the first line of a new book (while being happily married to the most handsome man in Great Britain).
That’s exactly what Marion does these days, and it makes her incredibly happy. She loves to share these happy vibes, talk book crush, fictional boyfriends and sexual chemistry with like-minded people. And because she spends most of her days on her own deep inside her writing cave, you are welcome to come and say “hello” from time to time. Just to make sure she doesn’t sink into insanity.
Her friends, family and arch-enemies (there are quite a few) will be forever grateful for your help.

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  1. This book look and sounds like a great read. I look forward to reading it.
    Thanks :-)

    lorih824 at yahoo dot com

  2. Sounds like a great read. Thanks for the giveaway!

  3. Thanks for sharing, Aman. This looks good!

    Sarika @ The Readdicts

  4. I keep seeing this book around and for once it doesn't sounds like typical NA story. Hozzah! Thanks for sharing this Aman :)

  5. This sounds very emotional, and I'm guessing I know who she's trying to save. Thanks for sharing, Aman. :)


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