I was thrilled to reveal the new cover for the Booktrope edition of SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER on Tuesday, and today I’m over-the-moon ecstatic to officially announce the SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER Booktrope re-release! And hey, what better way to announce a re-release on a Friday than to share a scene from the book in honor of #FridayReads?

So here it is… a short summary that explains what SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER is about, along with a scene that was really fun to write. Happy reading, and happy Friday! (And psst… if you haven’t yet entered the giveaway for a $50 Amazon gift card and Pura Vida feather bracelet, you can enter using the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!)

Seven Weeks to Forever cover

Book summary:
Cassidy Jordan knows she’ll die a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, and she can’t wait. This is her second time here, and she knows what’s waiting for her in The Life-After—the place most mistakenly call “the afterlife.” Getting back there is supposed to be easy: she just has to find nineteen-year-old Riley Davis and help him get his life on track. By the time she finds him, though, she has only seven weeks to help him. Riley will die too young if she fails, and she’ll never see The Life-After or this life again.

But no one told her helping Riley would mean dating him; she hasn’t dated anyone since the love of her first life caused her death the last time she turned eighteen. When Cassidy realizes she’s falling for Riley, she’s faced with a choice: give him the life he’s meant for and leave when it’s time, or give up eternity for the true love she’s never had, knowing Riley will die the same way she did in her first life and that her entire existence could end at any time.

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A scene from SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER…

I read the message from Riley. I’m in your driveway. I can’t really yell for you.

Droplets of water fall from my hair onto the screen. I reach for a towel to dry myself off. My hair still dripping wet, I walk across the sundeck and into the house, making my way to the front door. I’m suddenly aware of how little of me my bikini covers and that Riley’s never seen me anything but fully clothed. Not that I know why this matters. Must be the heat. Still, I wrap the towel around my waist before opening the door.

Riley waves and smiles. There’s total silence, which makes me laugh.

“You not being able to talk could be a lot of fun,” I tell him. He waggles his eyebrows at me and steps inside of the house. “The pool’s that way,” I say, pointing him in the direction of the door to the backyard. “I’ll get you a towel and meet you out there.”

I walk down the hallway and grab a beach towel from the linen closet. When I get back outside, I stop so fast I nearly trip over the tops of my flip-flops. The hand that’s not holding the towel shoots out to grab onto the doorframe behind me. Smooth. Here’s hoping I don’t look like a complete klutz. Riley doesn’t seem to notice, though. How could he when he’s sprawled out on a lounge chair, shirtless, his nose buried in my trashy romance novel? Awesome. I should have hidden that somewhere.

I can’t really think too much about the book, though. Not when I realize I’ve never seen him without a shirt on before. That’s probably a really good thing, since I’m having a hard time keeping my jaw in place. Holy cow.

He holds the book up and catches me mid-stare. I feel heat rising to my face. He points at the book cover, smirking, and I know that I have to be turning bright red. Let’s hope he thinks it’s because he’s discovered that I don’t always like to read about string theory.

“It’s not like you can read about anything serious outside in the sun,” I scoff, tossing his towel at him. It lands on his face.

He puts the towel beside him on the chair and then picks up his phone and waves it at me.

“Words with Friends?” I ask. It’s the only phone game I can think of.

He shakes his head and starts typing something. I hear my phone’s text message alert a moment later.

Read to me? Looks like a hot book.

I glance at him. He contorts his face into a suggestive look. I don’t know what color you turn after your face is already on fire, but I’m sure Riley is finding out right now. Curse him.

Just be cool, I tell myself. That should be easy. This is Riley, after all, and we’re friends. I’m here to help him, not make out with him. Well, not unless I listen to Noah, and that’s not high up on my list of things to do right now.

“What, does that kind of thing turn you on?” I flip a few strands of my wet hair over my shoulder. I can be indifferent. No problem.

He nods, keeping the suggestive look on his face. There’s a little flutter in my stomach and then I catch myself. I’m being silly, and I’m going to put an end to this right now.

I get up from my chair. “Read to you, hmm?” I walk over to him and stop beside his chair. I keep my eyes on him when I lean in close. I could be wrong, but I swear I see his eyes widen. Good. A flushed face would be better, but whatever. Then I grab the book from his hand. “In your dreams.”

I saunter back to my chair and toss my book beside it. Then I turn around and give him a wicked grin.

“It’s kind of fun that you can’t talk,” I say. He gives me a look that clearly says, Oh really?

He swings his legs over the side of his chair and gets up. I eye him, but it looks like he’s heading for the pool. I look away for a second to grab the bottle of sunscreen and when I look up again, he’s at my side. Before I know what’s happening, he’s scooping me up from my chair and holding me against his chest, his face only inches from mine.

“Um, what are you doing?” I swear his face is getting closer, and my heart starts to get a little crazy.

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Hope you liked the scene from SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER! If you did, I’d appreciate it so very much if you checked out the rest of it at Amazon, iTunes (iBooks), Barnes & Noble, or other retailers.

I can’t end this post without saying that Booktrope really is my dream publisher. They’re incredibly supportive, have an awesome community I’m so honored to be part of, and are truly innovative in so many wonderful ways. My deepest gratitude and thanks to Booktrope for welcoming me as author and republishing SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER! My deepest gratitude and thanks also goes out to my SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER team: Samantha March, Greg Simanson, and Wanda Adams. You all truly rock and I appreciate all of your work over the last several months.

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About Jennifer Farwell

Jennifer Farwell has been writing since the day she picked up a navy blue Crayola as a toddler and began scribbling on her parents' freshly painted white walls. She's the award-winning author of metaphysical YA romance SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER (Readers' Favorite 2017 Book Awards gold medal winner), and celebrity romance chick lit books HIDING OUT IN HOLLYWOOD, ROCK STAR'S GIRL, and the forthcoming BILLION DOLLAR BOYFRIEND. Her books have been featured by Cosmopolitan, Publishers Weekly, Wattpad, and Fangirlish, among others, and may appeal to readers who enjoy books by Lauren Weisberger, Sophie Kinsella, Lauren Conrad, and Helen Fielding. When not writing novels, she can often be found at a Kundalini yoga class, cheering on the L.A. Kings during hockey season, or curled up with a good book. Her love of storytelling led to completing a Bachelor of Journalism degree and a Master of Arts degree in English, both from Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada. She grew up in Thunder Bay, Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles with her dog, Pico.