SEP has been one of my favorite authors for a long time – Lady Be Good is my all time favorite (Kenny and Emma are absolutely delightful together), but the Chicago Stars series (starting with It Had To Be You) comes a close second … although I can’t forget Match Me IfΒ You CanΒ which is fantastic … and I get a giggle thinking about … ya know, I’ll just say I love them all π
And even though I haven’t read this one (YET), it is getting some great press so I’m sure it is going to be a winner!
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Heroes Are My Weakness
by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Releasing Sept 28th, 2015
Mass Market Paperback
Avon Romance
Blurb:
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.
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Excerpt:
Annie didnβt usually talk to her suitcase, but she wasnβt exactly herself these days. The high beams of her headlights could barely penetrate the dark, swirling chaos of the winter blizzard, and the windshield wipers on her ancient Kia were no match for the wrath of the storm that had hit the island. βItβs only a little snow,β she told the oversize red suitcase wedged into the passenger seat. βJust because it feels like the end of the world doesnβt mean it is.”
You know I hate the cold,Β her suitcase replied, in the annoying whine of a child who preferred making a point by stamping her foot.Β How could you bring me to this awful place?
Because Annie had run out of options.
An icy blast rocked the car, and the branches of the old fir trees hovering over the unpaved road whipped like witchesβ hair. Annie decided that anybody who believed in hell as a fiery furnace had it all wrong. Hell was this bleak, hostile winter island.
Youβve never heard of Miami Beach?Β Crumpet, the spoiled princess in the suitcase retorted.Β Instead you had to haul us off to a deserted island in the middle of the North Atlantic where weβll probably get eaten byΒ polar bears!
The gears ground as the Kia struggled up the narrow, slippery island road. Annieβs head ached, her ribs hurt from coughing, and the simple act of craning her neck to peer through a clear spot on the windshield made her dizzy. She was alone in the world with only the imaginary voices of her ventriloquist dummies anchoring her to reality. As sick as she was, she didnβt miss the irony.
She conjured up the more calming voice of Crumpetβs counterpart, the practical Dilly, who was tucked away in the matching red suitcase in the backseat.Β Weβre not the middle of the Atlantic,Β sensible Dilly said.Β Weβre on an island ten miles off the New England coast, and the last I heard, Maine doesnβt have polar bears. Besides, Peregrine Island isnβt deserted.
It might as well be.Β If Crumpet had been on Annieβs arm, she would have shot her small nose up in the air.Β People barely survive here in the middle of the summer let alone winter. I bet they eat their dead for food.
The car fishtailed ever so slightly. Annie corrected the skid, gripping the wheel more tightly through her gloves. The heater barely worked, but sheβd begun to perspire under her jacket.
You mustnβt keep complaining, Crumpet,Β Dilly admonished her peevish counterpart.Β Peregrine Island is a popular summer resort.
Itβs not summer!Β Crumpet countered.Β Itβs the first week of February, we just drove off a car ferry that made me seasick, and there canβt be more than fifty people left here. FiftyΒ stupidΒ people!
You know Annie had no choice but to come here,Β Dilly said.
Because sheβs a big failure,Β an unpleasant male voice sneered.
Leo had a bad habit of uttering Annieβs deepest fears, and it was inevitable that heβd intrude into her thoughts. He was her least favorite puppet, but every story needed a villain.
Very unkind, Leo,Β Dilly said. Even if it is true.
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Author Info:
Susan Elizabeth Phillips soars onto the New York Times bestseller list with every new publication. Sheβs the only four-time recipient of the Romance Writers of Americaβs 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.
Author Links: WebsiteΒ |Β FacebookΒ |Β TwitterΒ |Β Goodreads
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