Author: Emma Scott
Release Date: Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Tagline: “The root of all madness is an unbearable truth...”
In Harmony Blurb
The root of all madness is an
unbearable truth…
At seventeen, Willow Holloway’s life was torn apart. The happy, driven girl is gone, and she is left wracked by post-traumatic stress her body remembers even if she does not. When her father suddenly uproots the family from their posh penthouse in New York City to the tiny town of Harmony, Indiana, Willow becomes more untethered and lost under the weight of her secret. On a whim, she auditions for a part in the community theater’s production of Hamlet and unexpectedly wins the role of Ophelia—the girl who is undone by madness, and her love of Hamlet…
Isaac Pierce is from the ‘wrong side of the tracks.’ The town bad boy. Girls pine for his attention and guys are in awe of him. That he’s an acting prodigy only adds to his charisma. Isaac utterly disappears into his characters; the stage is the only place he feels safe from his own traumatic home life. He wants nothing more than to escape to Broadway or Hollywood, and leave Harmony behind for good.
No one can play Hamlet but Isaac, and when the director pairs him with Willow in acting class, they clash again and again—neither willing to open their hearts to anyone. But clashing leads to breaking, breaking leads to the spilling of terrible secrets, and soon Isaac and Willow find Shakespeare’s words mirroring their lives. When they are cruelly torn apart, neither know how this play will end—with madness and heartache? Or healing, love, and the discovery of who they are truly meant to be.
In Harmony is a standalone NEW ADULT love story, and is intended for readers 18 and up. PLEASE NOTE, this book contains sensitive material such as physical abuse, and the aftermath of sexual assault (off the page). Reader discretion is advised.
At seventeen, Willow Holloway’s life was torn apart. The happy, driven girl is gone, and she is left wracked by post-traumatic stress her body remembers even if she does not. When her father suddenly uproots the family from their posh penthouse in New York City to the tiny town of Harmony, Indiana, Willow becomes more untethered and lost under the weight of her secret. On a whim, she auditions for a part in the community theater’s production of Hamlet and unexpectedly wins the role of Ophelia—the girl who is undone by madness, and her love of Hamlet…
Isaac Pierce is from the ‘wrong side of the tracks.’ The town bad boy. Girls pine for his attention and guys are in awe of him. That he’s an acting prodigy only adds to his charisma. Isaac utterly disappears into his characters; the stage is the only place he feels safe from his own traumatic home life. He wants nothing more than to escape to Broadway or Hollywood, and leave Harmony behind for good.
No one can play Hamlet but Isaac, and when the director pairs him with Willow in acting class, they clash again and again—neither willing to open their hearts to anyone. But clashing leads to breaking, breaking leads to the spilling of terrible secrets, and soon Isaac and Willow find Shakespeare’s words mirroring their lives. When they are cruelly torn apart, neither know how this play will end—with madness and heartache? Or healing, love, and the discovery of who they are truly meant to be.
In Harmony is a standalone NEW ADULT love story, and is intended for readers 18 and up. PLEASE NOTE, this book contains sensitive material such as physical abuse, and the aftermath of sexual assault (off the page). Reader discretion is advised.
In Harmony Excerpt
“I’m so…not into
being with someone right now,” Willow said with a nervous lilt to her words.
“Not for a while, anyway.”
I heard a whisper on
the breeze, or ever again. A heaviness in her eyes hinted she
had lost something and had almost given up trying to find it.
She hasn’t given
up, I thought, a fierce admiration welling in me. That’s why
she’s doing the play. To find it again.
In that moment, I vowed
to try to cut out all the egotistical bullshit and jealousy over Justin. The
dance was out of range now anyway. I couldn’t ask her to go even if I wanted
to. Which I didn’t. My job was to help her find what she was looking for
in Hamlet, however I could. Even as it dented my eagerness to
get the hell out of Harmony.
Willow shielded her
eyes from the sun and squinted at me. “So what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you like anyone?”
she asked, her voice a half tone higher than usual. She laughed. “That’s such a
high school thing to ask.”
“No,” I said. “If all
goes to plan, I’m leaving Harmony, remember? Stupid to start something now.”
“Sure. Makes sense.”
A silence fell.
“Yeah, so I probably
won’t go to the dance,” Willow said. “I’m not good in that kind of situation
anymore.”
“What kind of
situation?”
She shook her head.
“Never mind. I should get back.”
Willow started to scoot
down off the block. I held my hand out to her to help. She hesitated for a
fraction of a second and then took it. I held my other hand out and she took
that too. I steadied her as she hopped down and then we were standing face to
face. Close enough I could see her pale blue eyes had lighter shards of blue in
them, like a topaz. Close enough to smell the sweetness of her breath—coffee
tinged with sugar. Close enough to dance if we wanted.
“Thanks,” Willow said,
gazing up at me.
“Sure,” I said.
I still held her hands.
She didn’t let go.
“So,” she breathed,
still not moving.
“Yeah.”
I glanced down at our
hands. I hadn’t touched something this soft and good in ages. The sleeve of her
coat bunched up and I spied a black mark on the inside of her forearm, close to
her wrist. Willow drew in a breath as I turned her hand over. An X, about the
size of a quarter, was stark on her pale skin.
She tugged her hands
away. “I really need to get back.”
Every instinct cried
out to take her hand again, to ask her what the X meant. To lick my thumb and
erase it off her skin. I didn’t know what it meant but the sight of it made my
stomach feel heavy.
“Willow—”
“I doodle when I’m
bored. I told you that.” Her voice was sharp but her smile wobbled. “Let’s go.”
We walked the short
distance back to town wordlessly. Back in front of the theater, Willow
shouldered her bag and glanced around. “Thanks for today. I think Martin would
be happy with our progress.”
“I do too.”
God, would he, I thought.
“So, I guess I’ll see
you Monday?” she said.
“You have a ride home?”
“Oh, uh…” She still
wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I was thinking of walking.”
“To Emerson Hills?” I
said. “That’s a mile and a half and it’s getting dark soon.”
She raised her brows.
“I’m not allowed to walk in the dark?”
“You’re allowed,” I
said, “but I don’t want you to.”
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Author Bio
Emma
Scott writes romances with flawed characters, characters with artistic hearts:
builders, poets, and writers of various makes and models. And love always wins.
Always.
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