It's a beautiful book. Dark. Romantic. And really kept me wanting to read even way past the time I was supposed to stop.
The book is, of course, BROKEN by A.E. Rought and is being published by Strange Chemistry the YA imprint of Angry Robot books.
Thank you, Ann, for letting me help with this reveal.
So, without further adieu, let the reveal begin...
What do you think? I love the font and the creepy trees all the way in the back and the grave yard.
Here's the blurb:
But that's not all. There's even a small excerpt, BUT I only have a small portion of it. There's eleven blogs who each have an excerpt so if you want to start at the beginning you'll have to go here.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 cemetery 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.
Otherwise, the previous excerpt is here and the following excerpt is here.
Here's my excerpt:
Which is exactly why I hadn’t said anything. Bree might be a genius in the costume and makeup department—comes with the territory for a theater major—but she’s not a miracle worker. The longer I hedge, the less time she has to force me into being a Zombie Twin, or Bad Faery Twin, or Whateverelse Twin she’s plotting on subjecting me too. With us both being 5’5”-ish, with blond hair—mine natural, hers what my mom calls Bottle Blonde—and average curves, Bree has a lot to work with in the Twins department.“I’ll let you know.”“Dying of anticipation,” she says, dragging out the last word like Frank-N-Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.“Can we discuss this tomorrow? I’m walking and talking and can’t hardly see the sidewalk…”“Say no more.” She takes a swig from her pop, then says, “See ya in the morning, Em.”“Bye, B.”