Title:
Nearly
Broken
Author:
Devon
Ashley
Release
date: June 4, 2013
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Age
Group: New Adult
Event
organized by: AToMR Tours
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Description:
We’d
both gone missing at one point, but Claire had one thing I didn’t. Someone to
notice. So why was I the one still here and she the one still gone?
Nineteen year old Megan Smith has spent the past year working in a small town
diner in the middle of nowhere. Life is quiet, simple, safe. Then
comes the news that her look-a-like has gone missing.
Claire.
Still damaged both physically and mentally, Megan's not looking to be noticed.
Wherever she goes from here, it's a road she needs to take alone. But when
Nickolas Ellis takes the job as the new nightshift cook, it scares her how
easily her defenses crumble down, down, down for him. But there are secrets she
can't bear to share with just anyone, unspeakable acts that continue to haunt,
and when the similarities of Claire’s abduction couples with the fear of an
unwanted visitor in town, the urge to run before it all happens again
intensifies, threatening the only happiness Megan's ever found.
New Adult Romantic Suspense / Realistic Fiction
Recommended for 17+ for mature and disturbing situations, language and
sexual content.
About
the Author
I’m a mom, wife,
a lover and a fighter, coffee addict,
wicked knitster, Microbiologist, baker of fine yummy treats, and someone who
will fight you to death for that last twinkie bag of M&Ms during the
zombie-apocalypse. Seriously, my addiction is that important to me. Oh yeah,
and writing is cool too!
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A little sneak at NEARLY BROKEN....
I thought I’d have enough time to shower
and make it back to the safety of my room before he got back. No such luck. I
gathered my dirty clothes and froze two steps into the living room, nothing but
a towel wrapped around my body. I frantically debated whether to make a run for
the bedroom or retreat to the bathroom.
Sitting on the sofa reading a paper he must’ve
picked up, his torso turned my way. I gasped, my heart suddenly putting in
double the effort. His lips parted, and all expression fell from his face as he
honed in on the last place I wanted him to look. My damaged skin was a stark
contrast to the creamy beige complexion of my healthy skin. I hated the look of
disgust most people gave when they caught sight of it, or the pity the others
gave.
I didn’t wait to see which was going to
appear on him.
Making a mad-dash for the bedroom, I
roughly slid the doors closed behind me. Backing up, I sat on the edge of the
bed, releasing a few silent tears, hating the splotchy spots randomly splashed
across my arms, chest and abdomen, even getting part of my left breast. My
right forearm got burned the worst. It was the spot I always covered first, to
protect its deformity at all costs. That spot reminded me of a topographic
world ball, similar to the raised peaks that marked the mountains and ridges,
though mine were more subtle. At least I hoped they were, because my mind could
sometimes be cruel with its interpretation.
One
year, five months, sixteen days since I singed my lungs, my skin melting before
my eyes.
But what I hated most about my burns was
the constant reminder of why I had them. Of
what I’d done.
Congratulation Devon, Nearly Broken sounds great.
ReplyDeleteWow, this sounds like a really great story. I can't wait to read it!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read it!
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