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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.
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.
EXCERPT:
Run! Crumpet
shrieked. Something’s very wrong here!
Whenever Crumpet got hysterical,
Annie counted on Dilly’s no-nonsense manner to provide perspective, but Dilly
remained silent, and not even Scamp could come up with a wisecrack.
“Mr. Shaw?” Annie’s voice lacked its
normal powers of projection.
When there was no reply, she moved
deeper into the kitchen, leaving wet tracks on the stone floor. But no way was
she taking off her boots. If she had to run, she wasn’t doing it in socks.
“Will?”
Not a sound.
She passed the pantry, crossed a
narrow back hallway, detoured around the dining room, and stepped through the
arched entry into the foyer. Only the dimmest gray light penetrated the six
square panes above the front door. The heavy mahogany staircase still led to a
landing with a murky stained-glass window, but the staircase carpet was now a
depressing maroon instead of the multicolored floral from the past. The
furniture bore a dusty film, and a cobweb hung in the corner. The walls had
been paneled over in heavy, dark wood, and the seascape paintings had been
replaced with gloomy oil portraits of prosperous men and women in
nineteenth-century dress, none of whom could possibly have been Elliott Harp’s
Irish peasant ancestors. All that was missing to make the entryway even more
depressing was a suit of armor and a stuffed raven.
AUTHOR INFO:
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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