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I am walking down the path, the one that winds through the woods by Thorn Abbey and leads down to the beach. The air is cool and wet with rain, and my footsteps are light on the carpet of brown fallen leaves as I hurry down to the place where I know he is waiting for me. My cheeks are cold, and my heavy wool sweater scratches against my skin, but I don't care, because I can already feel his strong arms around my body and his warm lips against mine.
And then I am at the bottom of the hill. The beach rises above the horizon, endless and gray. Suddenly I feel exposed. Frightened. The air is different here: bigger, less forgiving. It smells like the sea and salt and dead things.
I move closer to the water. A wave rushes up to my boots and then snakes away, leaving two identical dark stains. I shudder against the chill and look around. Where is he, and why is he late?
Another wave comes up, more imposing than the last, and I step back. But the wave doesn't retreat. It keeps rising toward me, not cresting or breaking. I cry out and stumble backward. The wave grows larger, and more menacing, finally overtaking me and sucking me into it's icy deep.
Hands, fingers, hair. Her hands, her fingers, her hair. They wrap around me, colder than death, and pull me under as I scream. Her face- her beautiful, perfect face that he loved with a passion he will never feel for me - is the last thing I see as my lungs fill with the brackish water and I black out into the nothingness, still calling out his name in vain.
And then I am at the bottom of the hill. The beach rises above the horizon, endless and gray. Suddenly I feel exposed. Frightened. The air is different here: bigger, less forgiving. It smells like the sea and salt and dead things.
I move closer to the water. A wave rushes up to my boots and then snakes away, leaving two identical dark stains. I shudder against the chill and look around. Where is he, and why is he late?
Another wave comes up, more imposing than the last, and I step back. But the wave doesn't retreat. It keeps rising toward me, not cresting or breaking. I cry out and stumble backward. The wave grows larger, and more menacing, finally overtaking me and sucking me into it's icy deep.
Hands, fingers, hair. Her hands, her fingers, her hair. They wrap around me, colder than death, and pull me under as I scream. Her face- her beautiful, perfect face that he loved with a passion he will never feel for me - is the last thing I see as my lungs fill with the brackish water and I black out into the nothingness, still calling out his name in vain.
I KNOW, RIGHT?
Awesome.
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
Thorn Abbey by Nancy Ohlin
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Contemporary/Thriller/Retelling, 304 pages
Published May 7th 2013 by Simon Pulse
Nothing is as it seems in this darkly romantic tale of infatuation and possession, inspired by Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca.
Becca was the perfect girlfriend: smart, gorgeous, and loved by everyone at New England’s premier boarding school, Thorn Abbey. But Becca’s dead. And her boyfriend, Max, can’t get over his loss.
Then Tess transfers to Thorn Abbey. She’s shy, insecure, and ordinary—everything that Becca wasn’t. And despite her roommate’s warnings, she falls for brooding Max.
Now Max finally has a reason to move on. Except it won’t be easy. Because Becca may be gone, but she’s not quite ready to let him go…
Becca was the perfect girlfriend: smart, gorgeous, and loved by everyone at New England’s premier boarding school, Thorn Abbey. But Becca’s dead. And her boyfriend, Max, can’t get over his loss.
Then Tess transfers to Thorn Abbey. She’s shy, insecure, and ordinary—everything that Becca wasn’t. And despite her roommate’s warnings, she falls for brooding Max.
Now Max finally has a reason to move on. Except it won’t be easy. Because Becca may be gone, but she’s not quite ready to let him go…
OMG! Inspired by REBECCA?! I'm so there!
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU for being on the tour!!! :)
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ReplyDeleteGAH! Can't wait to read this book! Thank you for hosting part of the tour! Love the excerpt :D
ReplyDeleteI keep seeing this book, and I seriously can't wait to read it! It sounds SO good! :)
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ReplyDeleteI've been looking forward to this one. Sound "haunting". ^.^ Thanks for the giveaway!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a big fan of present-tense narrative but this one STILL got a good grip on me -- definitely going to have to check it out one way or another!
ReplyDeleteWow! I can't WAIT to read this! I love that cover, too ; )
ReplyDeleteI wonder what kind of events or people inspired the author while writing this book!?
Thanks for the giveaway!
Oh that ended quick and I missed it!
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