Today is the re-release for Finding Me, the first installment in the Finding Me trilogy. This YA Fantasy cover was designed by Yosbe Designs.
About the Book
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Sixteen-year-old Chloe Carmichael’s perfect world is in chaos.
It’s not because she has a vision of her boyfriend murdered and then he’s found dead exactly as foreseen. It’s not because she suddenly has the ability to move objects when she’s upset. It’s kinda cool to close a door without touching it. And it’s most definitely not her overbearing mother, who only cares about appearances. Chloe has already grown quite accustomed to her family’s distance.
So what has Chloe cringing in fear?
It’s having to become another person for a new group of people. She knows she’s not perfect, but apparently she was in another life. In that other life, she was known as Amanda. Amanda was perfect. Chloe, not so much. Her new friends won’t allow her to forget.
Chloe struggles with a love that exposes the soul. It’s a love that defies reason. It’s a love that speaks to her heart and demands attention.
It’s the stench of impending death that hovers over her every move.
It’s that final threat as she tries to acclimate to a life of superhuman proportions.
It’s the enemy she can’t see and doesn’t remember.
And most importantly, it’s never discovering who she really is that truly frightens her.
Excerpt
One of the weirdest days of my existence began with a kiss.
Standing beside my locker before the start of my first-period class, I had to do a
double take at what I saw. My mouth fell open, and I stumbled into the closest
locker as I scrambled to stay hidden from view. Zack, who was supposed to be my boyfriend, had his lips
locked with Lauren’s, who was supposed to be
my friend. I pressed my mouth into my cupped hands to quiet my laughter as it
erupted from me.
I couldn’t have cared less who he
kissed. Or who she kissed, for that
matter. My relationship with Zack was built on
a lie. The lie: my mother loved me. She didn’t. Well, maybe a miniscule amount, but she had the strangest
ways of exhibiting her affection. Mostly, she only wanted what was best for her. And what was best for her was
having people believe I dated Zack.
Family dynamics of the rich were confusing, but one thing was clear—the rich
dated the rich. Period.
I had an issue with the concept, but that wasn’t public information.
Prim and proper, I stayed in my place because, if my mother had to force me
into my place, it was never a pretty scene.
As I ceased my laughing fit, I spun around to find Zack and Lauren standing
before me. Oh! I instantly whirled
around in the opposite direction. If
I could forego a confrontation, that’s what I typically did. So my fleeing was
a normal response to this situation. But then the tilt of Zack’s mouth and sharp angle of his head as he stared down at me
gave me pause. He caught my hand, pushed me against the closest locker, and
narrowed his eyes. He lowered his head to mine, like what he had to say was
extremely private, and he didn’t want Lauren to hear.
“We need to talk. Now.”
I glanced at Lauren. Her face was slack with no emotion. Umm. Weird much? She stood
bone-straight, with her head bent and her
eyes on Zack. Like she was locked in a trance.
What’s her
problem? And why is he angry? With me?
His anger stole away any humor I’d found in our awkward situation. His grip
on my arm tightened, and my fury grew.
I tried to suppress it, to push it back. But it was palpable and fueled
by his reaction. To calm myself, I took a deep breath and tore my eyes away
from him. That was when it registered.
The silence.
It was deafening.
The normal clank of heels hitting the floor and melody of cell phones were
non-existent. There were no classmates
hunched in groups telling secrets and whispering lies. Only an abyss of
silence.
And, of course, Zack, standing over me, scowling. Maybe
I should have turned and bolted in the opposite direction. But Zack wasn’t
patient. He wouldn’t wait for me to contemplate a response to him kissing
Lauren.
I forced my eyes upward, letting my mind rifle through all the things I
could say to avoid making this worse than it already was. My thoughts were scattered;
the right words slipped away. “I… no… you are not–”
My head jerked back suddenly, which cast a dozen sparkling stars across my eyes;
a bolt of electricity shot up my spine. The zap
was so intense, I stumbled face-first to the floor. The fall should have
thrown me to the smooth, dry surface of the wood school hallway.
It didn’t.
My hands met moisture. My eyes bulged as I took in what lay beneath them:
grass.
I lifted my head to scan the area, stunned to silence. A sea of green
enveloped me. The urge to scream overpowered everything, but I fought it. I
clasped my hands over my mouth to muffle
the sound that escaped anyway.
The Payton football field stretched before me.
How can I be here? This
isn’t possible. I scrambled to my feet, spun around, and gazed at the school I’d been in just moments ago. I
shut my eyes tight. “Please, let me be
back in the school, about to have the biggest fight with Zack,” I said aloud.
My heart thrummed at my chest, but
my eyes remained shut, afraid of what I might find once I dared a peek. But
standing with them closed wasn’t an option. A crow cawed overhead to urge me
on. My eyes sprang open. Confusion twisted away at my insides. Why was I still on the field? I
swallowed back the lump in my throat and ran a shaky hand through my thick hair
that was blowing
into my face, obstructing my vision.
Straining against the glare of the midday sun, I tripped, my feet two
cinderblocks in my boots. Although late August, the wind that had kicked up
seemed to scream winter and not fall. I tucked my
unruly strands of hair away from the rebel wind and took another reluctant step
forward. That was when I saw it—crimson against the emerald green of the field.
The colors blended, reminding me of Freddy Krueger’s sweater in A Nightmare on Elm Street. There was a
lot of blood in that movie; I was certain that blood was what I saw red on the
field.
I gasped. My breath caught in my throat, and
the stench of copper invaded my nostrils. I fought against the urge to vomit yet couldn’t contain my desire to move closer.
I’d never seen a dead body before.
About the Author
Dawn wants to live in a world fully inhabited by fictional characters; she thinks fictional characters are cooler than real people, except herself, of course. But since the world is not comprised of dreamy book boyfriends, she creates them for everyone to fawn over. Her debut novel, Finding Me, book 1 in the Finding Me series, is set to release on March 3rd 2016.
When she is not writing, she can be found with her nose in a book – swooning over another book boyfriend, drying up tears from a recent heartbreak, or shouldering a wound she received in battle. She also loves to create magic in the kitchen, with an array of inspiring dishes she pulls from Pinterest. Dawn lives in South Texas with her sports-obsessed husband, three technology-infatuated teenagers, and her great big colossal imagination.
She is currently editing the final book in the Finding Me series, Becoming Me. The book is set to release the summer of 2016. She is a master juggler and is working on two other Young Adult standalone novels – a high-fantasy tearjerker, and a science fiction story with a romance that will make your heart ache.
Contact Information
Website: http://www.dawnbrazil.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DawnBrazil
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/brazildawn/
Finding Me
Publishing/Marketing Contact
Lauren Jones
Book Marketing Manager
Booktrope Publishing
lauren.jones@booktrope.com
About Booktrope
Booktrope is a new type of publishing company, founded in 2011 in Seattle, WA. Committed to the creation of quality books and to our unique marketing methods, we’re pioneering a book development process called team publishing. Learn more at www.booktrope.com.
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