AE is not only an amazing writer, but she's also one of my Oasis for YA sisters, dear friend, and mentor. I'm SO excited to hop back into blogging from my summer break to be a part of this reveal! The book is scheduled for release January 2013, simultaneously in paper and ebook formats.
Imagine a modern spin on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein where a young couple’s undying love and the grief of a father pushed beyond sanity could spell the destruction of them all.
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| Fills me with an eerie, romantic vibe. GORGEOUS!!! |
When she encounters newcomer Alex Franks, only son of a renowned widowed surgeon, she’s intrigued despite herself. He’s an enigma, melting into shadows, preferring to keep to himself. But he is as drawn to her as she is to him. He is strangely…familiar. From the way he knows how to open her locker when it sticks, to the nickname she shared only with Daniel, even his hazel eyes with brown flecks are just like Daniel’s. The closer they become, though, the more something inside her screams there’s something very wrong with Alex Franks.
And when Emma stumbles across a grotesque and terrifying menagerie of mangled but living animals within the walls of the Franks’ estate, creatures she surely knows must have died from their injuries, she knows.
Continuing snippet of BROKEN'S first chapter starts BELOW...
Bree may
be my best friend, but she will never let me forget my walking, talking,
tripping over a fire hydrant incident of last year. To return the favor, I
often remind her of her Orange Kool-aid hair dying event.
A branch
swings in sudden breeze and knocks the phone out of my hand. Spitting
swear words, I squint at the ground, covered with a layer of gold, browns and
red. It didn’t hit the sidewalk—no horrid crack followed the fall. My backpack
slides to the ground when I bend down, scoping the yard to either side. Then, I
see the faint glow of the screen display reflecting from the underside of an
oak leaf.
The
screen goes dark before I can grab it, and I fumble in the leaf litter through
another string of cuss words before wrapping my fingers around the hard plastic
case.
Standing,
I feel the same heavy stare wash across my face like a warm damp cloth.
Prickles crawl over my skin, my scalp tightens, and I’m sure if I could see
myself, the blue of my eyes would be swallowed by my pupils. I spin slowly,
taking in every inch of Seventh Street and its shadows. Comfortable two-story
houses, some with open porches, most with narrow siding and painted trim.
Grinning pumpkins, a skeleton in the Miller’s yard, Mrs. Jones’
witch-in-a-tree…
For the next segment in Chapter One, hop over to Nikki Katz's site!!
