L.B. Simmons has done it again! Out of Focus is another emotionally charged story of hope and healing. Check out more about this book and read Tina’s Thoughts and an excerpt from the story! This is one you will not want to miss.

Out of Focus
L.B. Simmons
Genre: New Adult
Publication Date: February 19, 2016

* Upper New Adult Spinoff Standalone to the USA Today Bestselling Novel, Under the Influence*

“Shhhh, Cassandra, it’s our little secret.”

Secrets are stubborn things when they refuse to remain hidden. They tear through your soul, clawing and lashing until the pain becomes so unbearable, you’re left no choice but to silently scream your agony. No one hears you, of course. You smile on the outside and drift through life as though your mind is at peace, but all the while, you remain your own tortured prisoner. Sealed inside the darkened, soundproof room of your conscience, deafening cries echo as you plead for someone to unlock the door and release you from your nightmares. And eventually, when no one comes, you find ways to cope. To dull the suffering the only way you know how.

But what happens when you’ve become so numb, when everything around you has become so blurred, that you begin to lose focus on the saving grace standing directly in front of you? When you’ve anesthetized yourself to the point of losing consciousness, forced to watch as his once solid image fades away, lost to your reach in the haze as it smothers you?

What do you do then?

You fight. You heal. Then you bring him back.

Well, my name is Cassie Cooper, and it’s time.

No more secrets.

This is my story.

***WARNING – The subject matter of this novel centers around the psychological effects due to sexual abuse experienced during childhood. For this reason, as well as sexual situations, language, and adult themes, suggested reading age is 17+.***

You can pre-order your copy from the retailers listed below! Out Of Focus is set to be released February 19, 2016!

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Every single book I have read by Simmons has brought out some kind of pure emotion. Her stories deal with harsh realities and brings hope into those situations. Her characters are flawed yet beautiful. Her situations and circumstances are heartbreaking  yet a chance for change to break forth. Out of Focus is no different. This book caught me off guard. When I read Under the Influence, you get to know Cassie as Spencer’s best friend, the girl who is a little crazy and a lot of fun. In this book, you learn the truth behind the façade and it is hard to swallow.

I feel like this book is categorized in three very specific themes, each theme enhancing the story into something profound. First, and primary in my mind, is the theme of Cassie as a character and her personal journey through hell and back again. This girl discovered the worst of humanity at such a young age. She has lived with a secret for years and learned to cope with it as best she could. You cannot help but admire her for her resilience, but she is breaking from the inside out, unable to hide it any longer. This story is about her healing. It cannot be done by anyone but Cassie herself. She learns to embrace the pain and forgive. She must take the first step to healing on her own. This theme is hard to read. Her self-destruction is understandable and all I wanted to do was hug this woman and protect her brokenness. Simmons does a great job of blending the horrors with hope and showing a story that is as equally painful as it is beautiful.

The second theme that I loved in this book is friendship. Spencer and Cassie have been together for so many years. We see their first moments in flashbacks and how they grew up together. Spencer has always been a foundation for Cassie to stand on. There is a tension between them. Spencer senses the heartache but will never push Cassie, trusting that her friend will open up when she is ready. They have an incredible connection. The best friend is not always highlighted in this way and it is refreshing to read. They are two peas in a pod, both having endured terrible things. Spencer is a safe place for Cassie, a place of peace even when she did not know it. As the reader, I was frustrated that Cassie kept her secrets, wishing she would share with Spencer. I was also frustrated that Spencer never pushed harder. But the way these two have grown up together and been there for each other, they supported and loved in the best way they knew how. These two fought against their own demons and the world, never straying too far from one another.

The last theme is the romance that blooms between Cassie and Grady. It is the love and affirmation from Grady that is a type of catalyst for Cassie to heal. I love that their relationship grows in such a way that you know they can withstand the horrors of reality. There is an attraction instantly, but there is not an insta-love, something I appreciated. Simmons paces the romance between Cassie and Grady well, giving them time to connect and learn about one another, all the while allowing Grady to support Cassie in her fight. This story is not about the romance; the romance just strengthens what is happening in Cassie’s life.

Out of Focus goes on the shelf as yet another emotionally charged tale of hardship, forgiveness, and healing. Simmons has a knack for telling stories of broken characters and giving them the hope needed to overcome. This book is about healing and friendship. It is about second chances, hope, and the many different faces of true love. It is a book that will break your heart and put all the pieces back together again.

Only twenty-three years old, and I’m so goddamn tired.

I used to be so much stronger. I somehow kept the voices at bay, the memories locked away safely, contained within the confines of my mind. But with each passing day, I feel the glow of my once-luminous strength fading. Darkness encases me now, bowing the walls of protection I put into place years ago. My past is an ever-present nightmare, repeatedly tapping, slowly fracturing the window of my sanity.

I have no doubt that it’s only a matter of time before the glass finally breaks. Blackness will eventually seep through its cracks and deliver me from the safety of my façade into a reality that will destroy me.

My reality.

I’ve done my part. I’ve kept the secrets thrust upon me with dedicated believability. My portrayal of who I am has become a blurred, hazy version of the once very distinct Cassie Cooper.

I read an ungodly amount of trashy romance novels.

I’m the overtly sexual and foul-mouthed friend who will say anything to get a laugh.

And I have exactly zero fucks to give to what anyone else thinks about my actions.

But the reality, the actuality, is this:

I read obsessively to escape my own world. To live the dreams of others when, for so long, the reoccurrence of my nightmares has been my reality. I read to fall in love and find a happily ever after, even if it is purely imagined. With each story I read, I’m able to live and love vicariously through the characters in my books. It’s the only plausible way for me to survive.

I threw away my virginity at the age of thirteen just to prove something. And when I found that proof, that vindication I was looking for, I sought it every chance I could. Sex is about control for me. Nothing more. The act will never be about making love, like it is for the heroines in my books. I will never be granted the beauty of that gift.

I use humor as a form of avoidance. I draw upon laughter to block the pain. And I smile to mask the agony of the eight-year-old soul who weeps within me.

And the fucks . . . well, that’s not entirely accurate either.

I have given two to be exact: One to my best friend of seventeen years. She knows nothing of my past, and although she so willingly disclosed the horrors of hers, mine remains hidden for no other reason than to avoid the pity she would undoubtedly cast my way if I were to ever tell her. I don’t want her pity. I would sooner die than have her look at me in any other way than with pride.

The other died with the person to whom it was given. Anthony “Rat” Marchione. He was my one allowance of naïveté. The one person I actually wanted to touch me, to hold me, to love me. He was going to rescue me from my brokenness as though I were a character in one of my books. Young and senseless, I thought he was to be my eventual happily ever after, but tragically, he was murdered five years ago.

Black coldness waits in vain to leech the void where his once beautiful existence filled the pieces of my irrevocably shattered heart. Where he temporarily healed the hurt of the innocent child and quieted the voices that tormented her.

He’s gone now. I’ve accepted that. And in turn, I have relinquished all dreams associated with finding the light at the end of this miserable tunnel.

I will keep trudging through this life . . . this sentence handed to me for someone else’s crime, my payment shackled by secrets and weighted with lies. I will continue to do so with the same fraudulent smile on my lips and play the part of the strong heroine so convincingly, that even I believe it.

It’s only a matter of time before my fictional strength wears out—when I’m no longer hidden safely inside my protective blur—and I have to face the very real and lucid image of my past.

But until that time comes, I’ll do all I can do.

All I have ever done.

I will pretend.

L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in Biomedical Science.  She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years.  She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.

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