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A Breath of Eyre
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| In this stunning, imaginative novel, Eve Marie Mont transports her modern-day heroine into the life of Jane Eyre to create a mesmerizing story of love, longing, and finding your place in the world...
Emma Townsend has always believed in stories-the ones she reads voraciously, and the ones she creates. Perhaps it's because she feels like an outsider at her exclusive prep school, or because her stepmother doesn't come close to filling the void left by her mother's death. And her only romantic prospect-apart from a crush on her English teacher-is Gray Newman, a long-time friend who just adds to Emma's confusion. But escape soon arrives in an old leather-bound copy of Jane Eyre...
Reading of Jane's isolation sparks a deep sense of kinship. Then fate takes things a leap further when a lightning storm catapults Emma right into Jane's body and her nineteenth-century world. As governess at Thornfield, Emma has a sense of belonging she's never known-and an attraction to the brooding Mr. Rochester. Now, moving between her two realities and uncovering secrets in both, Emma must decide whether her destiny lies in the pages of Jane's story, or in the unwritten chapters of her own...
"Captivating and heartrending... Definitely one for the favorites shelf.""
--Kelly Creagh, author of Nevermore
"A rich, wonderful, smart adventure, steeped in romance. I fell into this book in the same way Emma falls into Jane Eyre and I didn't want to fall back out again." --Lesley Livingston, author of Once Every Never and the Wondrous Strange trilogy
Eve Marie Mont lives with her husband, Ken, and her shelter dog, Maggie, in suburban Philadelphia, where she teaches high school English and creative writing. Her debut women's fiction novel, Free to a Good Home, was published by Berkley Books in 2010. Visit her website at www.evemariemont.com.
Chapter One
There was no possibility of taking a swim that day. My
stepmother had planned a sweet sixteen party, and the
guests were about to arrive. I'd told Barbara at least a dozen
times that I didn't want a party, but she insisted, saying if I
didn't have one, I'd regret it later. And now that the day was
here, setting a record for heat and humidity that summer, the
only thing I regretted was that we didn't have central air-
conditioning. That voice inside my head began to call me,
that invisible cord tugging at my chest, drawing me to the
ocean. But it was almost noon. The swim would have to wait.
Reluctantly, I threw on a tank top, cut-off shorts, and flip-
flops and headed downstairs. The first thing Barbara said
when she saw my outfit was, "You're not wearing that, are
you?"
I looked down at myself. "It would appear that I am."
"No, that won't do," she said, clicking her tongue and
studying me as if I was beyond hope. "Go upstairs, honey,
and change into something pretty."
I raised my eyebrow at her, taking in the sight of her dramatic
eye makeup and her piles of well-sprayed blond hair.
Barbara had been raised in the rich and fertile soil of Georgia,
fed a steady diet of debutante balls, diamond jewelry,
and Dolly Parton hair. Her favorite color was yellow because
"it's the color of sunshiiiine!"
"I'm perfectly comfortable in this," I said. "Besides, it's,
like, a gazillion degrees in here."
"Honey, you don't know heat till you've been to Savannah
in summertime. Anyway, that's even more reason to dress in
something that'll make you feel pretty." Pretty being the end-
all-be-all of life. "Gray Newman's going to be here," she
sang.
Oh God. Gray Newman was coming to my party. Gray of
the soulful hazel eyes that fooled me into thinking he had
hidden depths, when really he was just a spoiled rich kid who
spent his summers lifeguarding and seducing the sorority
girls. At least, that's what I'd heard; we didn't exactly t |
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