Today I'm honored to be Revealing The Cover for Making Faces By Amy Harmon.Its beautiful and simple,Yet speaks to your soul.I kept getting distracted..not by the cover..it is beautiful..but by the content this book will hold.I look forward to reading Making Faces.
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/
Cover Reveal Organized By: Cristina’s Book Reviews and Vilma’s Book Blog
Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18301124-making-faces
Amazon pre-order link: http://www.amazon.com/Making-Faces-ebook/dp/B00F0XL3B2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1378927980&sr=8-1&keywords=making+faces+by+amy+harmon
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.
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.
Author Links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/aharmon_author
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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