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Which was okay with me. Wiggling her fingers goodbye, Skylar turned and walked toward the door. But then spring happened…. Her mom was ridiculously organized, down to labeled baskets for gloves and scarfs. “Well, breaking up with him was one of my mistakes. Why? I played volleyball and even though I really wasn’t that good at it, our school sucked so I made the team. I just wanted to open my eyes. I tried to lift my arms, but they were weighed down, full of lead. What I wanted to do actually involved working in museums, so I would’ve loved a trip to D.C. Never. A strange look crossed her face. Why couldn’t I move? Right now her hair was black. Trust me. Skylar smiled then. If she wanted something to eat, Bobby was going to be pissed, and I was going to have to spend five minutes convincing him to cook whatever she wanted. I wish. I didn’t understand what they were talking about, why they thought my mom would be happy to hear this—
“Maybe I should drive?”
Warmth hit my veins, starting at the base of my skull and then washing over me, cascading through my body and then there were no dreams, no thoughts, and no voices. She’d left her BMW running, and I was willing to bet she had a car full of girls just as pretty and perfect as her. It was real, and made me feel like I should be a better person or something. “I thought I’d stop by and see if… if you knew when Sebastian was coming home.”
Of course. “His dad wanted him to check out some of the universities down there and he hadn’t seen his cousins in years.”
Someone out in the BMW slammed on the horn and Skylar looked over her shoulder. Not that anyone would blame her. Most people would ask what in the hell would you do with a degree in that, but there were a lot of opportunities like working in forensics, corporate gigs, teaching, and more. For the most part, the only time anyone under the age of sixty came into Joanna’s was on Friday nights after the football games, and sometimes Saturday evenings during the summer. Whipping her phone out of my face, she cocked her head to the side. I’m trying to erase all of that from my memory and you’re not helping.”
Leaning over the counter I was standing behind, she whispered, “I’ll never let you live that down.” She grinned when my eyes narrowed. A twisty pang lit up my chest, a mixture of yearning and panic—two feelings I was well acquainted with when it came to Sebastian. I wanted to go to college and study anthropology. “Your mouth was on his mouth and his hands—”
“All right.” I threw up my hands, warding off whatever else was about to say. “I guess I’ll see you at school in a week or so? Thought you were going to DC with your family this weekend?”
She sighed. I’d spent the last million years harboring a rabid case of bitter jealousy when it came to Skylar. A moment passed, and Skylar tucked bone-straight hair behind her ear as she turned back to face me. I actually wasn’t planning to stop here.” I silently added a sarcastic ‘Really?’ “The girls and I were heading out to the lake. “Does he know you’re in love with him?”

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I nodded slowly. Jennifer Armentrout, author of   The Problem With Forever, is back with a new book this fall:   If There’s No Tomorrow   follows high school senior Lena Wise, who is finally about to tell her childhood best friend Sebastian her true feelings about him… when an accident that she helped cause derails that   plan entirely. But nowhere near as nice. She never came in here alone. I just…. She reached for the handle, but stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. “He’s basically humping a blow up dolphin.”
I pressed my lips together, because yep, that’s what it looked like. The restaurant was kind of stuck in the past, weirdly existing somewhere between big hair bands and the rise of Britney Spears, but it was clean and cozy, and practically everything that came out of the kitchen was fried. “Yeah. “And I didn’t have sex with him.”
She rolled dark brown eyes. Bright headlights pierced the darkness outside. Eye. Sign me up for that. “What were you thinking?”
“He’s cute—was cute,” I explained lamely as I glanced over my shoulder. Something was really wrong. “Is he with someone else?”
I stared at her, wondering if I lived through a different history of Sebastian and Skylar. “A weekend? Roll. Or at one of the parties?”
“Yep.” I fixed a smile on my face that felt brittle and probably looked half-crazed. Joanna’s made its bread and butter off of certified AARP members, which was one of the reasons why I started waitressing here during the summer. If I’m five minutes passed my curfew, she’ll call the cops, convinced I’ve been abducted.”
I grinned. Sebastian was supposed to come home from North Carolina on Saturday morning. Five of them. “In about ten minutes.”
“Sorry.  
Yesterday
Chapter 1
Thursday
August 10th
 
“All I have to say is that you almost had sex with that.”
Scrunching my nose, I stared down at the phone Darynda Jones—Dary for short—had shoved in my face five seconds after walking into Joanna’s. I’ve texted and called, but….”
I wiped my hands along my shorts. “Can I ask you one more thing?”
“Sure.” Not like I was actually going to say no even though I was picturing a black hole appearing in the diner and sucking me into its vortex. “I don’t know.” That was a lie. “Really?” Surprise colored her tone. After wiping around the napkin dispensers, I lifted my chin and blew a strand of brown hair that had escaped my bun out of my face as the bell above the door rang and a slight figure stepped inside. Definitely not on Thursday nights. “I think he’s been really busy,” I said finally. “Anyway, if you see him, can you tell him that I stopped by?”
That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I nodded because I would tell him. A faint smile appeared. Part of me wanted to be a total bitch and point out that if Sebastian wanted to talk to her, he would’ve responded, but that just wasn’t me. “Whatever. Have you never made a huge mistake?”
“Tons,” I replied dryly. Honestly, I would’ve never started playing if it hadn’t been for Megan conniving me into it when we were freshman. My brain felt like it was full of cobwebs and fog. Then I was moving on to that sexy contemporary read I’d seen people talking about in the Facebook book club I lurked in, something about Royals and hot brothers. He and his parents were visiting his cousins for the summer. “I got to go before Mom freaks. Last month it was lavender. Something was wrong. You’re a nerd.”
“No point in denying that. It was easy and I needed the extra money. It should’ve been obvious the moment Skylar walked through those doors that she was here about Sebastian, because why else would she be talking to me? “Lena?”
Jarred out of my thoughts, I blinked. “Thanks,” she said. But it matters. Half of the time I was invisible to her and her friends. Mom can’t wait. As her guilt grows every day, she wonders whether she’ll ever be able to move on, especially when Sebastian might never forgive her. I think, at least.” She stepped back from the counter. “I’m guessing he’ll be back this weekend sometime. “Hell of a fighter. Yeah.” Dary hopped off the red-vinyl barstool. I had no idea what to say. I clenched my jaw shut. I could not wait to get home, shower off the scent of fried chicken tenders and burnt tomato soup, and finish reading the latest drama surrounding Feyre and the fae courts. 5 publication, EW exclusively reveals the cover and a sneak peek inside, below. “Hey, Lena.”
“Hey.” I straightened, hoping she wasn’t going to place an order. I thought I heard a steady beeping sound and voices, but all of it seemed far away, as if I was on one end of the tunnel and everything else was on the other. Harlequin TEEN
Excerpt from   If There’s No Tomorrow   by Jennifer Armentrout
I couldn’t move, and everything hurt—my skin felt stretched too tight, muscles burned like they’d been lit on fire, and my bones ached deep into the marrow. Hooking up with Cody was a mistake. Plus it had the best sweet tea in the entire state of Virginia. “The museums will be fun.”
“Of course you think that. “Oh man,” I murmured. We’re going to DC for the whole week. Her mother is going to be happy to hear that.”
Fighter? “You broke up with him,” I reminded her as gently as I could. Joanna’s had been a staple in downtown Clearbrook since I was knee high to a grasshopper. “What about me?”
She was quiet for a moment. There… there was something in my throat, in the back of my throat. Some of the guys are having a party, and we drove past here,” she explained. Luckily no one else was within hearing range. “I’m not trying to sound like a bitch, but what does it matter if he’s with someone else?”
Skylar curled a slender arm across her waist. I was the kind of person who thought things but never said them. Definitely mine, and the other…
“She’s starting to wake up,” a female voice interrupted my thoughts from somewhere on the other side of the tunnel. The list was longer than my leg and arm combined. “That has nothing to do with Sebastian.”
“Uh huh.”
“You’re so lucky I actually like you,” I shot back. “I know, I know. From the moment she moved to Clearbrook, population meh, she’d attached herself to Sebastian. Because I was that person. Pots clanged together, echoing out from the kitchen, signaling it was close to shutting down for the night. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing much.” She bit down on her glossy, bubble-gum pink lip. What was there to know about me that Sebastian didn’t already know? This was so incredibly awkward. But the worse part was that she was genuinely sweet, which made hating her a crime against humanity, puppies and rainbows. I dropped the lemony-scented rag with surprise. “Does he know about you?”
The corners of my lips started to turn down. My brows rose while I silently prayed that whoever was in the car stayed in that car. I swore half the money I made waitressing at Joanna’s went to buying books instead of my savings account, but I couldn’t help myself. Yeah, she was sugary sweet, but we didn’t operate in the same circles at school. I swear she actually has an itinerary for us, like which museums she wants to visit, the expected time in each one, and when we will have our lunches and dinners.”
My lips twitched. Why wouldn’t my eyes open? Stopping next to the red-vinyl barstools, she took a deep breath. “You’re working this weekend, right?”
“Yeah. I guess.” Her gaze dropped to the counter as she fidgeted with the hem of her slinky black tank top. “But I understand. I was legit boring. He’s kind of dumb-but-fun.”There was a dramatic pause,
Everything about Dary was dramatic, from the often abhorrently bright clothing she wore to the super short hair, cropped on the sides and a riot of curls on the top. He has muscles on top of muscles. I fixed a blank expression on my face. But I doubted that was what Skylar was talking about. I read more than I actually talked to people, And was obsessed with the History Channel and shows like Ancient Aliens. I wanted—
“I love you, Lena.”
“I love you, too.”
The voices echoed in my head, one of them mine. Sebastian came out of his mom’s womb stunning and charming everyone around him. It’s true.” And I had no problem admitting it. “What in the world is he doing?”
“What does it look like?” Dary’s eyes widened behind her white plastic framed glasses. You love me.” She smacked her hands down on the counter. Even in the horrible fluorescent lights, her summer tan was deep and flawless. We leave tomorrow morning. They were like rats with bushy tails, and they were mean.No one knew that, because that was super embarrassing. Footsteps neared and a male spoke, “Getting the propofol in now.”
“This is the second time she’s woken up,” the woman replied. Well, I was scared to death of squirrels. I couldn’t speak. In advance of the book’s Sept. Not that I didn’t have fun, but yeah, I was as stimulating as white bread. Maybe.”
“Yeah. Confusion swamped me. Those two got together in middle school and had dated all through high school, becoming the King and Queen of Coupledom. The fact that Skylar Welch was standing just inside of Joanna’s, ten minutes before closing, was a shock. A breeze could’ve knocked me flat on my face. Panic started to dig in. My arm twitched without warning, and there was a tug at the top of my hand. “I get it. “Text me later, okay?”
“Will do.”
Waving goodbye, I grabbed the damp rag and ran it along the narrow countertop. “And he’s Sebastian’s friend.”
I felt my stomach twist into knots. Tentatively walking forward like she expected the black and white linoleum floor to rip open and swallow her whole, she brushed her light brown, blonde at the end, hair over her shoulder. There were literally no hidden secrets to uncover. In two months, it would probably be pink. I won’t take long. I know. “He hasn’t…I haven’t heard from him. I’d resigned myself to the fact I’d have to force myself to attend their wedding at some point in the future.