The Rules Of Regret Blitz + Giveaway




The Rules of Regret by Megan Squires 
Publication date: October 1st 2013 
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

Synopsis:
“Life doesn’t come with a blueprint, which makes it hard to have any plans.”


Nineteen-year-old Darby Duncan is finally on her own. Her boyfriend of six years just left for a high-powered summer internship, though in reality he’s been absent for much longer than that. This newfound freedom wasn’t a part of Darby’s plans, but as she’s come to discover, plans only exist on paper, not in reality.


And guys like Torin Westbrook aren’t supposed to exist in reality, either. But he does, with his disheveled curly hair, irresistible dimples, and endearingly quirky habit of reciting quotes from classic movies and ancient thinkers. When Darby meets Torin as a fellow counselor at the survival camp she impulsively applies to, she’s certain his main goal is to turn her world upside-down.


But Darby’s not sure she can adapt to Torin’s ways of viewing his past and the tragedies he’s faced. Because she’s had her own share of heartache, too, and as much as she wants to believe that it’s all been for a purpose, her grief hasn’t allowed her to get to that point. Yet the more Darby is around Torin, the more she craves the freedom to break out of her carefully constructed routine and mindset and fall into something new.


She’s just not sure that she should be falling for Torin along the way.



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EXCERPT:

Put this on.
Where? I squeaked, reluctantly taking the red and white polkadot two-piece from his hold. Our fingers brushed and hiseyes caught mine in an unsure glance.
I dont know, behind a tree or something. He continued digging through my backpack, pulling out all of my clothes and the blanket crammed inside. He took them to a nearby rock and spread them out onto its surface like he was a maid with a clothesline and a load of laundry to finish. I really wished I hadn't fallen in that creek. Everything was soaked.
Im not changing out here. I wrapped my arms across my chest, humiliation spreading throughout my body. Usually peoples cheeks turned red when they were embarrassed. I was fairly certain every inch of my skin was blushing brightpink, rivaling the reddened hue of Porky the Pig.
Torin cocked his head and thumbed his chinsomething I was beginning to notice he did a lot ofand his dimples eased onto his cheeks. You do realize this is a survival overnighter, dont you? There are some things you need to let go of for survivals sake. Modesty is one of those things.
If I remember correctly, yesterday you pretty much promised me that youd keep me alive. And Id like to keep my modesty. I really dont want to change into this, Torin.
He drug his hands through his hair and sighed my direction, sensing the sincerity in my plea. Darby, it may currently be blazing hot out, but tonight it will get down into the 40s. And as of right now, you have no dry clothes to sleep in and your overnight blanket is full of about ten pounds of water. Youve run out of options.
I pinched my lips together. What I wouldnt give to be lounging on the couch back at the rental with Sonja, getting fatwith our beer and our Cheetos. Even the hope of visiting Lance didnt make any of this worthwhile. I sort of wished Torin would have just let me float out there in the river a bit longer. Maybe I would have passed out and drowned. That would be slightly less humiliating than what I feared was in store for me at this summer camp.
At least turn around.
Torin looked up at me from the granite slab where hed arranged my clothes. What?
Please turn around. No peeking.
He shook his head and returned his focus to his work. Im not gonna peek. Off limits.
I'm off limits?
He stepped back and surveyed the spread of fabric, then moved a pair of my socks so they didnt overlap with the t-shirt underneath. Off limits. Taken. His pale eyes pulled up to mine. And even if you werent, youre not really my type, Darby.
Insult sucker-punched me in the gut. Geez, I murmured, feeling the hurtful sting of his comment. Then by all means, please stare away. Take pictures if you like.
Thats not what I meant. Torin stepped back from the rock and fiddled with his belt. Before I could register what he was doing, hed unzipped his fly and was down to his boxers, pulling one leg, then the other from his cargo shorts. My throat went dry and I tried hard to swallow, but it was all sandpaper and it scratched my tongue. Where did his pants go? And why was I staring at his underwear that was covered in hundreds of yellow smiley faces, repeated over and over in a dizzying, disorienting pattern? Seriously, why were his boxers smiling at me?






AUTHOR BIO:


Megan Squires lives with her husband and two children just outside of Sacramento, California. A graduate from the University of California, Davis, Megan is now a full-time mother, wife, and dreamer—though her characters don’t often give her much opportunity to sleep.
Visit www.theoutlierchronicles.com to learn more about her latest young adult series.

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