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A Five-Minute Life by Emma Scott Blog Tour with Excerpt & 5-Star Review

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A Five-Minute Life by Emma Scott

Release Date: May 16th, 2019

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A Five-Minute Life, an all-new standalone new adult romance by International bestselling author Emma Scott.

Thea Hughes has five minutes to live.

A car accident stole her parents and left her with the second-worst documented case of amnesia in the world. She now has only minutes of experiences, of consciousness, of life…before her memory is wiped clean. The once effervescent artist with a promising future is reduced to scribbling with pens and paper, living an empty, quiet life, three hundred seconds at a time.

Jim Whelan is on autopilot.

A foster kid shuffled around the system since birth, he’s lived his entire life without knowing love…and it’s taken its toll—until he learned to fight back, carry his armor, and keep his head down.

Working as an orderly in the Blue Ridge Sanitarium, deep in Virginia countryside, Jim looked up…and found Thea.

When Thea has the chance to break free of her five-minute prison with a risky, experimental surgery, it could lead them both to an epic love they never thought possible… or one that could require the ultimate sacrifice.

A stand-alone, new adult romance.




Danielle’s Review

5 STARS

Absolutely beautiful story!!

Thea has a bright future ahead of her as a young art student who is on the cusp of fulfilling her dreams. That all changes in the blink of an eye when she is involved in a head-on collision that kills her parents instantly and leaves her with the second-worst case of amnesia. Every five minutes, her mind resets and she has no recollection of what she was doing or saying right before. She has very little memory of her past, other than her sister and that something is wrong with her that the doctors are working on. Thea has spent the last 2 years at Blue Ridge Sanitarium as a shell of the woman she once was.

Jim has never had a family to call his own. He grew up bouncing from foster home to foster home, some worse than others. Due to the trauma he endured, he has a stutter that comes out when stressed or nervous, which only serves to make him feel more worthless. Jim doesn’t like to talk much to others, he prefers to live in isolation and wants a job where he can stay mostly to himself. He finds a job as an Orderly at Blue Ridge Sanitarium working with patients who have suffered a brain injury. Little does Jim know, that this job is no ordinary job and will change his life in the most extraordinary ways.

When Jim meets Thea, he knows there is more to her than what he sees. He believes that she is trying to communicate through the drawings she does and feels a soul deep connection every time he talks with her. Can Jim help to unlock Thea’s memory and bring her back to life or will 5 minutes be all they ever share?

This story was sometimes so heartbreaking, it was difficult to continue. Other times, it was so enthralling there was no way to put it down. This is the first book I have read by Emma Scott but certainly won’t be my last. I loved Thea and Jim and the journey they shared! This story is the kind to not leave your mind or heart for days afterward. I highly recommend this book!




 

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Excerpt:

“Marc Antony,” I said and nodded at her drawing. “Part of your Egyptian studies?”

Thea leaned her cheek on her folded hands like she was warming herself before a fire. “Marc Antony is part of the romance. A love story with Cleopatra. He went to war for her. Died for her. When they told her he was dead, she put her hand in a basket with an asp. Can you imagine? Loving someone so much that the thought of life without them is too unbearable?”

“No,” I said. “I can’t.”

Her gaze dropped to my hand on the table and her fingers reached to trace the scars on my knuckles.

These tell a story, don’t they?” She traced one of the fine lines. “You put your hand in with the snakes, too.”

I nodded slowly, savoring the feel of her warm skin on mine. “So the bullies would leave me alone.”

“And did they?”

“Eventually.”

“I’m glad.” She put her hand in mine completely, her fingers wrapping around and holding tight. “I’m being too… something. Personal. Delia would throw a fit, but I feel like…”

“Like what, Thea?”

“Like I have to hold on to this moment, you know? Or you… I don’t even know you and yet I don’t want to stop talking to you.” Her hand squeezed mine. “I don’t care if you have a stutter, but please keep talking to me, Jimmy. Okay?”

My mouth went dry at the nameless desperation in her eyes.

Jesus, does she know she’s trapped? She can’t. Impossible…

“I won’t,” I said. “I’ll talk to you every day. I promise.”

Thea breathed a small sigh of relief and released my hand. “Thank you, Jimmy. That makes me feel better.”

With a final smile—a parting smile, I realized—she took up her pen and then froze.

She’s resetting.

Confusion passed over her features. She looked up at me, flinching a little to see a big man in close proximity. I instantly leaned back to give her space.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Two years,” I said, my voice hardly more than a whisper. “But the doctors are working on your case.”

“Yes, they are.” She smiled hesitantly and found my nametag. “I’m Thea Hughes.”

Seven. Seven times now.

“Jim Whelan,” I said.

She offered her hand. Again. I took it robotically, enduring her one-pump shake. Again. Her fingers didn’t linger in mine but released immediately, the way you do with a stranger. Again.

“Nice to meet you, Jim Whelan.”

Fuck. I can’t do this.

I rose to my feet. “I have to get to work.”

Her face fell. “Oh. Bummer. Will I see you again?”

I could promise her I would, but she wouldn’t remember. There was no promise. I could tell her the sky was falling or my name was Abraham Lincoln and she wouldn’t know the damn difference. It’d vanish, like every other word we’d ever spoken to each other. I vanished every time her reset hit and was recreated over again in Thea’s eyes. I could be whatever I wanted; whomever I wanted. And yet she was the one woman I might’ve had a chance to be myself with.

The terrible irony of it was like copper in my mouth.

“Sure, Miss Hughes,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 

About Emma:



Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy emotionally-charged stories that rip your heart out and put it back together again, with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy her novels.


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