Book Tour: Take Care, Sara By Lindy Zart

Title- Take Care, Sara
By- Lindy Zart
Expected Publication Date- June 6, 2013

Blurb-

You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know is gone.

Sara Walker knows firsthand what it feels like to have your reality ripped away, scrambled, and shoved back at you in an undone puzzle where pieces are missing and nothing fits. She's lost so much and is struggling to live and to find the strength to forgive herself for being human. With the help of Lincoln, her husband's brother, Sara realizes it's not about finding who she used to be, but about finding who she is now.

You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know isn't gone, but reborn.

Cover Designed by: Eden Crane Design

Excerpt-

"Lincoln?" she called as she walked up the deck stairs, her tennis shoes thudding on the wood as she went. She jerked to a stop, blinking at the murky form before her. Sara's voice was slightly breathless as she asked, "What are you doing? Are you okay?"

Lincoln lifted his head, his features in shadow. "Define 'okay'."

"Are you injured? Do you need to go to the doctor?" Sara took a step closer to him, her heart beating a little too fast.

"Nope. Must be okay. What are your thoughts on alcohol?" he asked evenly.

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded by such a question. He sat back in the chair, clanking something on the table next to him. Sara squinted her eyes at the clear bottle that looked disturbingly empty and then looked at him again. He wore a white tee shirt that glowed in the dark and jeans. He had to be cold, but he was strangely still.

"Are you drunk?"

"What does that mean, Sara? Drunk? What signifies one as drunk? Slurring of words? Imbalance? Large consumptions of alcohol? If so, I am one for three." He smirked. Sara didn't know how she knew Lincoln was smirking with it being so dark out, but she did. It was in his voice; slightly mocking and low. "You didn't answer me."

Sara frowned at him, crossing her arms. "What are my thoughts on alcohol? It's okay. In moderation. I think you overachieved on the whole moderation thing."

"I moderate. I moderate my hand going up to my mouth and my hand going back to my lap. Tell me that isn't moderation."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

She gestured toward the bottle. "This. Drinking. You don't drink."

"Clearly…I do." Lincoln grabbed the bottle and tipped it up to his lips, tilting his head back to finish it off.

Sara stared at him, knowing he was hurting and she was hurting because of it. "You don't have to do this."

Lincoln stood, carefully and slowly. "Yes. I do. I'm drinking my sorrows away. Isn't that what people do?"

"Not you."

"Not usually," he corrected, leaning his hips against the wood railing of the deck and crossing his arms. Sara's arms dropped to her sides. A burning need began inside her-no, that wasn't true-the burning need already inside her grew. Her arms ached to wrap around him, her heart pounded at the thought of him being close to her. Lincoln was too far away; physically and mentally. Sara wanted to bring him back to her, but she didn't have the right.

"I never was a big drinker. I think I've found the error of my ways."

"Going to turn into an alcoholic now, are you?" she asked quietly, her stomach knotting. Everything was wrong; his words, his behavior. None of it was Lincoln.

"Why not? What have I got to lose?" His eyes, previously hidden in the dark, sparked with silver fire as they trailed up and down her face. Not you, those eyes said.

About the Author-

Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons, and one cat. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work.

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