Wow, I am just blown away by all your lovely comments. I’m so thrilled you like the cover! Yesterday was amazing, so many tweets, and blog posts, and new goodreads friends… This is an incredible community, and I can’t wait to share more of UNBROKEN with you all!
No, really, patience is so not my thing. I can’t wait 🙂 So as a thank you for being such awesome book lovers, I’m giving you a special sneak peek of the prologue!
Happy reading, and I hope you enjoy!
mom always said, there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze,
and the hurricane.
patient. It fills the sails of the boats in the harbor, and lifts laundry on
the line. It cools you on a hot summer’s day; brings the leaves of fall like
clockwork every year. You can count on a breeze, steady and sure and true.
hurricane. It rips through town, reckless, sending the ocean foaming up the
shore, felling trees and power lines and anyone dumb or fucked-up enough to
stand in its path. Sure, it’s a thrill like nothing you’ve ever known: your
pulse kicks, your body calls to it, like a spirit possessed. It’s wild and
breathless and all-consuming.
My mom told me, the summer I turned eighteen. “You shut the doors, and you bar
the windows. Because come morning, there’ll be nothing but the wreckage left
my eyes: the storm clouds gathering, the dry crackle of electricity in the air.
But it was already too late. No warning sirens were going to save me. I guess you
never really know the danger, not until you’re the one left, huddled on the
ground, surrounded by the pieces of your broken heart.
summer. Since Emerson. It took everything I had to pull myself back together,
to crawl out of the empty wreckage of my life and build something new in its
place. This time, I made it storm-proof. Strong. I barred shutters over my
heart, and found myself a steady breeze to love. I swore, nothing would ever
destroy me like that summer again.
the storm touches down, all you can do is pray.