New Release, Teasers, Excerpt & Trailer – Till Death by Jennifer L. Armentrout


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Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Title: Till Death

Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

Publisher: William Morrow

Available Formats: eBook | Mass Market Paperback | Audiobook

Purchase At: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play | IndieBound

Release Date: February 28, 2017


In New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s gripping new novel, a young woman comes home to reclaim her life—even as a murderer plots to end it. . .

It’s been ten years since Sasha Keaton left her West Virginia hometown . . . since she escaped the twisted serial killer known as the Groom. Returning to help run her family inn means being whole again, except for one missing piece. The piece that falls into place when Sasha’s threatened—and FBI agent Cole Landis vows to protect her the way he couldn’t a decade ago.

First one woman disappears; then another, and all the while, disturbing calling cards are left for the sole survivor of the Groom’s reign of terror. Cole’s never forgiven himself for not being there when Sasha was taken, but he intends to make up for it now . . . because under the quirky sexiness Cole first fell for is a steely strength that only makes him love Sasha more.

But someone is watching. Waiting. And Sasha’s first mistake could be her last.


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Till Death

Copyright 2017 Jennifer L. Armentrout

Where Sasha and Cole are first reunited…

The expression on Mom’s face was odd. Like she was caught between wanting to pass out and do a happy dance. And I’d seen her do a happy dance before. Knees up. Arms out. It was something else.

Her gaze was fixed on something beyond my shoulders as she said, “Oh my word . . .”

Brows snapping together, I turned around and everything—everything—stopped. The entire world ground to a halt. My heart skipped a beat, possibly even stopped. For real. I lifted a hand, pressing the heel of my palm into the center of my chest.

A ghost from my past stood in front of me.

It was Cole Landis.

THERE WAS A good chance I might be hallucinating. Perhaps I’d tripped over a chair leg, fallen and hit my head on the river-stone replace. That seemed more possible than Cole actually standing in front of me.

 But I hadn’t smacked my head off of anything.

 He really was there, and it was unbelievable, and oh my sweet Jesus, the years had been extraordinarily kind to him.

 I was struck by his rugged attractiveness.

 Gone was the boyish handsomeness that had clung to his face the last time I’d seen him. In its place were sharper cheekbones and blue eyes even more piercing behind thick lashes. The proud, arrogant line of his nose was slightly crooked now, as if it had been broken at some point. Those lips of his . . . oh sweet Lord, those lips were still full. The hard line of his jaw was covered with stubble, adding to the roughness of his striking face. His light brown hair was buzzed into a messy fade, a little longer than I remembered.

 He was . . . more, uh, defined.

 His biceps stretched the worn cotton of the red flannel shirt he wore. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing powerful forearms. The flannel was unbuttoned and underneath was a crisp white shirt. His waist was trim and it took no leap of imagination to know that underneath the plain shirt was anything other than plain.

“It’s really you,” he stated.

 My world stopped for a second time. His voice. Oh my God, his voice had deepened and it was rougher, raspier, but it was his voice.

“I didn’t believe it.” Cole stepped forward, and every muscle in my body locked up. “Part of me didn’t even want to believe it in case he was wrong, but he wasn’t. It’s you.”

All I could do was stare as my heart slammed in my chest as if it was trying to beat its way out of me. I knew I needed to get my tongue to work, but I was shocked into silence.

 Unfortunately, Mom wasn’t.

“Well, this is a surprise,” she said, announcing the obvious. “Isn’t it, Sasha?”

 nodded slowly as Cole stared at me with those pale eyes. My throat dried. I really needed to say something, but I was thinking of my nightmare the night before, of the last time I saw him.

“I would’ve called the inn first.” Cole’s gaze flickered to Mom briefly before settling on me with an intensity that caused my entire body to flush hot. It had always been like that. He had such power in a single stare. Could send you running in the opposite direction or draw you right in like a magnet. “But I figured not calling was a better avenue to take.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, I got what he was saying. He’d thought that if I knew he was coming, I wouldn’t have been here, and the sad thing was, I couldn’t say if that was the truth or not. Realizing that snapped me out of my stupor. “How did you know I was back?”

Cole’s eyes widened slightly and those full, expressive lips parted, and it appeared he was the one now struck quiet.

“Well.” Mom cleared her throat. “I’m going to go . . . do stuff,” she said, and then pivoted around, hastily slipping through the pocket door.


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About the Author

Jennifer L. Armentrout

Jennifer L. Armentrout

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in West Virginia.

When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, working out, watching zombie movies, and pretending to write. She shares her home with her husband, his K-9 partner named Diesel, and her hyper Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent her time writing short stories. Therefore explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes Young Adult Contemporary, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal, and Romance. She writes New Adult and Adult romance under the pen name J. Lynn.

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