Title: Making Faces
Author: Amy Harmon
Genre: New Adult
Contemporary Romance
Expected Release Date: October
20, 2013
Cover Design: Amy Harmon
Photography: http://carlystevens.com/
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Synopsis:
Ambrose Young was beautiful. He was tall and muscular,
with hair that touched his shoulders and eyes that burned right through you.
The kind of beautiful that graced the covers of romance novels, and Fern Taylor
would know. She'd been reading them since she was thirteen. But maybe because
he was so beautiful he was never someone Fern thought she could have...until he
wasn't beautiful anymore.
Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to
war, and only one comes back. It is the story of loss. Collective loss,
individual loss, loss of beauty, loss of life, loss of identity. It is the tale
of one girl's love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior's love for an
unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache,
heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast, where we
discover that there is a little beauty and a little beast in all of us.
Excerpt
He didn't know how to
make her understand that she was so much more than just pretty. So he leaned forward and pressed his
mouth to hers. Very
carefully. Not like the other
night when he'd been scared and impulsive, and smacked her head against the
wall in his attempt to kiss her.
He kissed her now to tell her how he felt. He pulled away almost immediately, not giving himself a
chance to linger and lose his head. He wanted to show her he valued her, not
that he wanted to rip her clothes off.
And he wasn't sure when it came right down to it that she wanted to be
kissed by an ugly SOB. She was the
kind of girl that would kiss him because she didn't want to hurt his
feelings. The thought filled him
with despair.
She
let out a frustrated sigh and sat up, running her hands through her hair. It flowed through her fingers and down
her back, and he wished he could bury his own hands in it, bury his face in the
heavy locks and breathe her in.
But he'd obviously upset her.
“I'm
sorry, Fern. I shouldn't have done that.”
“Why?”
she snapped, startling him enough that he winced. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because
you're upset.”
“I'm upset because you pulled away! You're so careful. And it's frustrating!”
“I'm upset because you pulled away! You're so careful. And it's frustrating!”
Ambrose
was taken back by her honesty, and he smiled, instantly flattered. But the smile faded as he tried to
explain himself.
"You're
so small, Fern. Delicate. And all of this is new to you. I'm afraid I'm going to come on too
strong. And if I break you or hurt you, I won't survive that, Fern. I won't survive it." That thought was worse than walking
away from her and he shuddered inwardly.
He wouldn't survive it. He
had already hurt too many. Lost too many.
Fern
knelt in front of him, and her chin wobbled and her eyes were wide with
emotion. Her voice was adamant as she held his face between her hands, and when
he tried to pull away so she wouldn't feel his scars, she hung on, forcing his
gaze.
"Ambrose
Young! I have waited my whole life for you to want me. If you don't hold me tight I won't
believe you mean it, and that's worse than never being held at all. You better make me believe you mean it,
Ambrose, or you will most definitely break me."
“I
don't want to hurt you, Fern,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Then
don't,” she whispered back, trusting him. But there were lots of ways to cause
pain. And Ambrose knew he was capable of hurting her in a thousand ways.
Ambrose
stopped trying to pull his face away, surrendering to the way it felt to be
touched. He hadn't allowed anyone to touch him for a long time. Her hands were small, like the rest of
her, but the emotions they stirred in him were enormous, gigantic,
all-consuming. She made him shake, made him quake inside, vibrate like the
tracks under an on-coming train.
Her
hands left his face and traveled down the sides of his neck. One side smooth,
the other riddled with divots and scars and rippled where the skin had been
damaged. She didn't pull away, but
felt each mark, memorized each wound.
And then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his neck, just below
his jaw. And then again on the
other side, on the side that bore no scars, letting him know that the kiss
wasn't about sympathy but desire. It was a caress. And his control broke.
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About the Author
Amy Harmon knew at an early age that writing was something she
wanted to do, and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she
grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with
only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense
of what made a good story. Amy Harmon has been a motivational speaker, a grade
school teacher, a junior high teacher, a home school mom, and a member of the
Grammy Award winning Saints Unified Voices Choir, directed by Gladys Knight.
She released a Christian Blues CD in 2007 called "What I Know" - also
available on Amazon and wherever digital music is sold. She has written five
novels, Running Barefoot, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom
Night in Purgatory, the New York Times Bestseller, A
Different Blue and coming October 20, Making Faces.
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