BROKEN releases in ebook and paper formats in January 2013 from Strange Chemistry in all English-speaking territories.
Here is the blurb:
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.
A string of suspicious deaths near a small Michigan town ends with a fall that claims the life of Emma Gentry’s boyfriend, Daniel. Emma is broken, a hollow shell mechanically moving through her days. She and Daniel had been made for each other, complete only when they were together. Now she restlessly wanders the town in the late Fall gloom, haunting the cemetary and its white-marbled tombs, feeling Daniel everywhere, his spectre in the moonlight and the fog.
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.
Sounds, awesome, right? Wait till you see the cover!
Gorgeous! And, as a special treat, you can read the full first chapter of BROKEN! They are posted in snippets across the blogs participating in the cover reveal. This blog is the last snippet (of 11), so make sure to go back to the first blog to start from the beginning. (Previous snippet at http://lmpreston.blogspot.com/)
Final snippet from Chapter One of BROKEN by A.E. Rought:
Instead
of settling in the living room and watching Mom read while I ignore the TV, I
sit in my normal seat at the dining room table. It’s quieter here, and the
faint smell of fresh cut wood from Dad’s latest project drifts up the basement
stairs. A wide, dark window gapes across the table from me, a nighttime scene
of the side yard and the skeletal trees reaching skyward. The branches jerk
back and forth in a sharp wind, a limb cracking and plummeting to the ground—a
macabre combination with the scent of wood death curling in my nose.
My cell
comes to life, the vibrate setting making the pink thing look like it has legs.
It jitters across the table, the screen flashing green. I don’t need to look at
the display to know it’s Bree calling again. Shoveling in a forkful of potatoes
and gravy, I let the call go to voice mail.
Hopefully
I’ll dodge her Zombie Twins bullet tomorrow morning. Homework is on my dance
card for tonight, then shower and sleep.
