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Angie McKeon is one of my favorite book bloggers. I have to say I'm pretty excited to read her debut novel - Against All Odds. Check out the prologue below. I have a feeling this book is going to be amazing. Don't forget to to enter Angie's giveaway for THREE $50.00 Amazon gift cards.


GOODREADS LINK:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18803442-against-all-odds?ac=1

BLURB:
Our lives shattered... Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...

He was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage, a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible.

Until the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.

She was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my heart, my body, and my soul.

Until she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and marriage.

In our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.

AUTHOR INFO:

A multi-tasker from birth—and now proudly able to add 'writer' to my resume—I'm a mother, wife and blogger. I love to read, write and drink copious amounts of iced coffee.
All three aforementioned addictions are detrimental to my sanity
I have a voracious appetite for dark, painful and twisted reads. I'm enamored with the concept of love and heart break. I believe life is a journey, a tale in its own for each of us. The road to happiness is sometimes paved with stones from hell, or glitters of satisfaction graced from the heavens above.
In my upcoming debut novel, 'Against All Odds,' I strive to make you feel. I believe any emotion—whether painful or happy—is good. To me, the key to living is to go through life feeling it’s ups and downs. Love is dark and it can be painful but, at the end of the day, it can save the most lost of souls and the most broken of hearts.

AUTHOR LINKS:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/angiemckeonauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Angie_McKeon
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7389718.Angie_McKeon
Website: http://angiemckeon.blogspot.com/

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PROLOGUE:

I’m so cold. It’s the kind of cold that seeps into my bones and makes me feel as though

I’m going to die. My body trembles from the drugs and sheer terror coursing through my veins.

Why is this happening to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

Please, God! I can’t handle it.

I open my mouth to scream, to cry, to do something, but nothing comes out. I’m aware

of doctors and nurses surrounding me. They’ve placed Kayla on my chest. She’s still warm from

being pulled from my body, but she's not moving.

She’s lying there . . . lifeless.

I’m in a state of disbelief as tears slide down my face. My world shatters when I look at

my precious baby girl. She's everything I’ve always wanted, always dreamed of.

Slowly, I run my fingers over her delicate lips; they’re so soft and small. An instant

reminder of Cooper’s lips. He doesn’t have full and luscious lips like mine but small ones that

almost disappear when he smiles. As I run the tips of my fingers across her puffy cheeks and

closed eyes, I try to memorize every last detail of her dainty face. She’s so beautiful it takes my

breath away. Her hair reminds me of caramel; it’s light brown and silky to the touch. It looks

like mine did when I was a baby. Her face is peaceful, and for a single moment,
I’m so thankful

Looking at my little girl is a moment I’ve always dreamed of. I love her instantly, and

I want to hold her forever. To breathe her into me. To never let her go. The realization that I’ll

never hold my precious baby again sinks in, and I feel my stomach clench as pain rips through

me. I’ll never get to see her smile, laugh, roll over, or take her first steps. I’ll miss it all.

How do I move past this?

Can I move past this?

As grief consumes me, my sobs become brutal. I feel as though I’m dying. Like my

heart is burning up and turning to ash. I’ll never ever be whole again.

I pick her up and cradle her against my body, wanting to feel her skin against mine. She

feels warm—soft and smooth, like velvet. As I curl my arms around her, my tears drip onto her

perfect head. I feel an overwhelming urge to fix this, to bring her back. I don’t want to lose my

sweet baby. Everything in my body, my soul is screaming to bring her back.

Desperately looking up at Cooper’s green eyes, I will him to fix this, to make it better

and help me. Help her. He’s always been my rock, my glue, the person who makes everything

better. But all I see in his eyes is sadness, desperation, and helplessness that I know is killing

him as much as it is me. He rubs his big, shaking hand gently over her tiny head. He looks as

though he’s being tortured. Sobs rip through his body as he wraps his arms around me and our

precious bundle while climbing into bed with us. I feel myself collapse against his chest as we

There’s nothing we can do.

This is the end of a shattered dream.

Our spirits are slowly dying, and I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to heal.

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