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HEROES ARE MY WEAKNESS
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Releasing in Paperback July 28th
Avon Romance
The
dead of winter.
An isolated island off the coast of Maine.
A man.
A woman.
A sinister house looming over the sea ...
He's a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She's a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids' puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.
But she's not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they're trapped together on a snowy island off the coast of Maine. Is he the villain she remembers or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes.
It's going to be a long, hot winter.
An isolated island off the coast of Maine.
A man.
A woman.
A sinister house looming over the sea ...
He's a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She's a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids' puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.
But she's not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they're trapped together on a snowy island off the coast of Maine. Is he the villain she remembers or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes.
It's going to be a long, hot winter.
Now Available in Paperback
Annie
hadn’t thought she’d ever be warm again, but she was sweating
when a coughing fit awakened her sometime around two in the morning.
Her ribs felt as if they’d been crushed, her head pounded, and her
throat was raw. She also had to pee, another setback in a house with
no water. When the coughing finally eased, she struggled out from
under the blankets. Wrapped in the scarlet cloak, she turned on the
flashlight and, grabbing the wall to support herself, made her way to
the bathroom.
She
kept the flashlight pointed down so she couldn’t see her reflection
in the mirror that hung over the old-fashioned sink. She knew what
she’d see. A long, pale face shadowed by illness; a sharply pointed
chin; big, hazel eyes; and a runaway mane of light brown hair that
kinked and curled wherever it wanted. She had a face children liked,
but that most men found quirky instead of seductive. Her hair and
face came from her unknown father¾“A married man. He wanted
nothing to do with you. Dead now, thank God.” Her
shape came from Mariah: tall, thin, with knobby wrists and elbows,
big feet, and long-fingered hands.
“To
be a successful actress, you need to be either exceptionally
beautiful or exceptionally talented,” Mariah had
said. “You’re pretty enough, Antoinette, and you’re a
talented mimic, but we have to be realistic…”
Your
mother wasn’t exactly your cheerleader. Dilly stated the
obvious.
I’ll
be your cheerleader, Peter proclaimed. I’ll take
care of you and love you forever.
Peter’s
heroic proclamations usually made Annie smile, but tonight she could
think only of the emotional chasm between the men she’d chosen to
give her heart to and the fictional heroes she loved. And the
other chasm¾the one between the life she’d imagined for herself
and the one she was living.
Despite
Mariah’s objections, Annie had gotten her degree in theater arts
and spent the next ten years plodding to auditions. She’d done
showcases, community theater, and even landed a few character roles
in off-off Broadway plays. Too few. Over the past summer, she’d
finally faced the truth that Mariah was right. Annie was a better
ventriloquist than she’d ever be an actress. Which left her
absolutely nowhere.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips soars onto the New York Times bestseller list with every new publication. She’s the only four-time recipient of the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Favorite Book of the Year Award. Susan delights fans by touching hearts as well as funny bones with her wonderfully whimsical and modern fairy tales. A resident of the Chicago suburbs, she is also a wife, and mother of two grown sons.
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