Heroes Are My Weakness
By: Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Releasing Sept 28th, 2015
Mass Market Paperback
Avon Romance
Blurb
The dead of
winter.
An isolated island off the coast of Maine.
A man.
A woman.
A sinister house looming over the sea ...
He's a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She's a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids' puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.
But she's not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they're trapped together on a snowy island off the coast of Maine. Is he the villain she remembers or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes.
It's going to be a long, hot winter.
Excerpt from Heroes Are My Weakness:
An isolated island off the coast of Maine.
A man.
A woman.
A sinister house looming over the sea ...
He's a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She's a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids' puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.
But she's not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they're trapped together on a snowy island off the coast of Maine. Is he the villain she remembers or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes.
It's going to be a long, hot winter.
Excerpt from Heroes Are My Weakness:
The cold slapped her in the face and
stole her breath. She had to force her legs out. Her beat-up brown suede city
boots sank into the snow, and her jeans were no match for the weather. Ducking
her head into the wind, she made her way to the rear of the car to get her
heavy coat, only to see that the trunk was wedged so tightly into the hillside
that she couldn’t open it. Why should she be surprised? Nothing had gone her
way in so long that she’d forgotten what good fortune felt like.
She returned to the driver’s side.
Her puppets should be safe in the car overnight, but what if they weren’t? She
needed them. They were all she had left, and if she lost them, she might
disappear altogether.
Pathetic, Leo
sneered.
She wanted to rip him apart.
Babe… You need me more than I need
you, he reminded her. Without me, you don’t have a show.
She shut him out. Breathing hard,
she pulled the suitcases from the car, retrieved her keys, snapped off the
headlights, and closed the door.
She was immediately plunged into
thick, swirling darkness. Panic clawed at her chest.
I will rescue you! Peter
declared.
Annie gripped the suitcase handles
tighter, trying not to let her panic paralyze her.
I can’t see anything! Crumpet
squealed. I hate the dark!
Annie had no handy flashlight app on
her ancient cell phone, but she did have… She set a suitcase in the snow and
dug in her pocket for her car keys and the small LED light attached to the
ring. She hadn’t tried to use the light in months, and she didn’t know if it
still worked. With her heart in her throat, she turned it on.
A sliver of bright blue light cut a
tiny path through the snow, a path so narrow she could easily wander off the
road.
Get a grip, Scamp
ordered.
Give up, Leo
sneered.
Annie took her first steps into the
snow. The wind cut through her thin jacket and tore at her hair, whipping the
curly strands onto her face. Snow slapped the back of her neck, and
she started to cough. Pain compressed her ribs, and the suitcases banged
against her legs. Much too soon, she had to set them down to rest her arms.
She hunched into her jacket collar,
trying to protect her lungs from the icy air. Her fingers burned from the cold,
and as she moved forward again, she called on her puppets’ imaginary voices to
keep her company.
Crumpet: If you drop me and
ruin my sparkly lavender dress, I’ll sue.
Peter: I’m the bravest! The
strongest! I’ll help you.
Leo: (sneering) Do you know
how to do anything right?
Dilly: Don’t listen to Leo.
Keep moving. We’ll get there.
And Scamp, her useless alter
ego: A woman carrying a suitcase walks into a bar…
Icy tears weighed down her
eyelashes, blurring what vision she had. Wind caught the suitcases, threatening
to snatch them away. They were too big, too heavy. Pulling her arms from their
sockets. Stupid to have brought them with her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But she
couldn’t leave her puppets.
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