We’re so pleased to have author Taylor Brooke joining us today on the tour for her latest release, Curved Horizon, book two in The Camellia Clock Cycle series from Interlude Press. We’ve got a great teaser to entice you with and there’s also a giveaway, so be sure to check out the Rafflecopter widget for details.
About the Book
Release Date (Print & Ebook): March 8, 2018
Subgenre: Romance: LGBT, Contemporary, Science Fiction
Content Warnings: Interlude Press posts content warnings for new books on its web site at interludepress.com/content-warnings
Blurb: Curved Horizon picks up a few weeks after the conclusion of Fortitude Smashed with Daisy Yuen and Chelsea Cavanaugh, whose Camellia Clocks are drawing close to timing out. Navigating the ins-and-outs of love is hard enough as strangers destined to be soul mates and proves even more complicated when Daisy shares dark, ugly secrets that linger in her and Aiden’s pasts.
Meanwhile, Shannon and Aiden continue to explore their own, new relationship. Fall brings them an unforgettable one-year anniversary, but when Shannon suffers a life-threatening accident on the job, Chelsea, Daisy, and Aiden must find a way to let go of the past to make room for their future.
Dive deeper into the world of the Camellia Clock—a world of soulmates, secrets, and the healing power of love.
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Daisy lifted a brow and took a sip of her hot coffee. She thought of everything she wanted—to brush her teeth, to hide under a blanket until her Camellia Clock gave up, to go back in time and stop Vance from doing what he’d done.
Chelsea’s voice lowered into something sweeter, and she smiled, mouth stained with leftover red lipstick. “Do you want me to help you get ready? Fix your hair; do your nails.” She paused to grin; pretty white teeth gleamed against her beige skin. This Chelsea, calm and genuine, was unfamiliar in a way that relaxed Daisy. It reminded her of when they’d jumped off the cliff on Aiden’s birthday and the hours after, as their adrenaline settled and they watched the sunset in shared silence. Chelsea had never seemed more at ease than that night.
Chelsea went on to bat at the air with one hand. “I mean, not that it matters what you look like, whoever it is will lo—”
Daisy had never heard a sound like the gasp and choke that left Chelsea’s mouth. Her throat caught around the rest of what she was about to say, conjuring a wounded breath, as if she’d been kicked in the stomach.
The silence that followed pressed on Daisy’s shoulders, weighing her down. It hurt and it didn’t. It surprised her and it didn’t. It made sense and it absolutely didn’t.
Warmth spread from Daisy’s thumb into her wrist, vibrated her palm, tingled in her elbow.
Chelsea’s coffee mug shattered on the kitchen tile.
Daisy told her lungs to expand. They wouldn’t. She told her hands to stop shaking. They wouldn’t.
She didn’t hear the coffee mug hit the floor, but she did hear the rhythm of Chelsea’s breathing change.
They looked at each other, because there was nowhere else to look.
Daisy told her eyes to retreat. They wouldn’t. Daisy caught the exact moment Chelsea’s pupils dilated. She saw the flutter of Chelsea’s eyelashes and the slow movement of her lips parting. It took an eternity to pull her gaze away and direct it at Chelsea’s hand instead.
Daisy watched each finger unbuckle from a tightly clenched fist.
The numbers under Chelsea’s thumbnail glowed 00:00.
Coffee seeped under Daisy’s bare feet.
Chelsea studied her thumb. Her thoughts were as loud as the look on her face.
This is impossible.
Aiden’s bedroom door opened.
“Did something break?” Aiden’s voice.
“Mornin’, guys.” Shannon’s voice.
Daisy might’ve heard Aiden ask her what was wrong. She might’ve heard Shannon repeat the question. She might’ve heard Chelsea choke out her name. But everything sounded far away beneath the bassline of her heart hammering and her lungs finally cooperating and her thundering thoughts.
Chelsea Cavanaugh is my Rose Road.
Daisy heard the words clearly in her mind, but she didn’t say them.
She grabbed her shoes, her keys, her purse, and almost turned around to apologize for slamming the door. But before she knew it, she was in her car—foot on the pedal, music turned up as loud as the speakers would permit—and she was gone.
About the Author
After fleshing out a multitude of fantastical creatures as a special effects makeup artist, Taylor Brooke turned her imagination back to her true love—books. When she’s not nestled in a blanket typing away on her laptop, she’s traveling, hiking or reading. She writes Queer books for teens and adults. She is the author of Fortitude Smashed (Interlude Press ’17) and is represented by Saba Sulaiman at Talcott Notch Literary Services.
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