Title: Bone Deep
Author: Kim O’Brien
Release Date: May 19, 2015
Publisher: Spencer Hill Contemporary
Synopsis: When Paige Patterson travels to
Arizona to spend the summer with her archeologist father, she expects answers.
Why did her parents divorce? Why did her father choose his career over family?
She doesn’t expect to be reunited with her best friend Emily Linton, a girl she
has always admired and secretly wanted to emulate, or to find herself falling
for the project manager’s son, Jalen Yazzi.
But the summer takes a terrible turn
when Emily vanishes. As the police struggle for answers, Paige sets out to find
the truth.
The search takes Paige from the
Cliffside ruins of prehistoric Native Americans to the Navajo Nation to the
horrifying possibility that the answer is much closer to home. Emily, it turns
out, was not the only one good at hiding things.
Her father has no alibi for the night
Emily disappeared. An intern with the motive insists he’s innocent. And Jalen
has some secrets of his own.
Old bones might not be the only
things buried in the ruins. As Paige digs deeper into Emily’s disappearance,
she realizes that uncovering the truth may cost her everything—even her life.
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Kim’s comments:
I chose this passage because it’s
kind of creepy and I love the idea that people who have passed can come to us
in dreams, communicating through our subconscious. When I was about twelve, my
best friend’s mother had a brain aneurism and was taken to the hospital. I was
very shy, very quiet around adults. So my friend’s mom and I looked at each
other more than we talked. A couple of days after she’d gone to the hospital, I
woke up and in the middle of the night and saw her face floating in the corner
of my bedroom, near the ceiling. It was just her head, nothing else, and it
glowed as if it were lit from within. The next morning, I found out she had
died the night before. I never saw her image again.
Excerpt:
In my bed, I lie with the covers
pulled high looking up at the ceiling. Although I’ve been trying for hours, I
can’t sleep. The room feels cold, much colder than usual— as if the thermostat
is set to about fifty degrees.
I flip over. It’s just after two
o’clock in the morning. I’m so tired my hands tingle, but I can’t sleep, not
when Emily’s missing. I wonder if the police have Jeremy in custody. If they’ve
found Emily. Another chill goes through me, and I tuck the quilt more tightly
around my shoulders.
I’m thinking of getting up and
putting on a pair of sweats when my door creaks and Emily walks into the room.
In the moonlight, her hair looks
disheveled. Half her face is in shadow, but as she nears, I see it’s not the
lack of light, but dust coating her left cheekbone.
“Oh my God! Emily!” I sit up
straight. “You’re okay!”
“Paige!” She hurries to the edge of
my bed. Her long pale hair falls forward as she leans over me. “I’ve been
trying to get in touch with you.”
“Where were you?” I study every
inch of her. She’s very pale, and there are small chunks of something
plaster-like dangling in the strands of her hair.
“I got lost,” she states, a little
sadly. “I’ve been walking for a while.” She looks down at her feet. “I lost my
sneakers. Isn’t that funny, Paige? They disappeared when I was sleeping. I just
woke up, and they were gone. Have you seen them?”
The question is odd, but I’m so
happy to see her I don’t care. “No.”
Her shoulders sag. “Oh.”
“They’re not important,” I assure
her. “What matters is that you’re back and you’re okay. What happened to you?”
Her face wrinkles. “I don’t know.”
Her eyes move to the top left corner of their sockets, as if she’s thinking
really hard. After a moment, she shakes her head. “I can’t remember.”
“Were you in a car accident?”
“I don’t think so.” She feels the
back of her head with her hands and then grimaces. “God, my head hurts.”
Throwing my covers off, I swing my
legs over the side of the bed. Emily stands very still as I throw my arms
around her. “Stop trying to remember. It doesn’t matter what happened. I’m just
so happy to see you.”
She smells strongly of roses, as if
she has doused herself in perfume. It’s so unlike her that it takes my mind a
second to register that her body is stone-cold in my arms and her skin feels
hard and smooth as polished marble.
Stunned, I pull back far enough to
look into her face. Only instead of Emily, she morphs into my mother, who leans
over me, the strap of her silk nightgown slipping from her pale shoulder, her
eyes black and angry.
“You didn’t see him, Paige,” she
says. “You were dreaming.”
My alarm goes off, and I jolt
upright. Heart pounding, I fumble for the off button and switch on the lamp.
The room is empty, and it’s 2:13 in the morning. I pick up the clock to reset
the alarm and discover it’s already at set for six—my usual time. So why did it
go off? The dream was about Emily. So why then did my mother say, you didn’t
see him?
Kim O’Brien grew up in an old
Victorian house in Bronxville, NY. Her mother loved telling her bedtime
stories, especially ones about the ghost in their attic. Kim not only believed
the house was haunted but also fell in love with books and the art of
storytelling.At Emory University in Atlanta, Kim earned a B.A. in psychology. She then attained a M.F.A in writing from Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, NY. She worked for many years as a writer, editor, and speechwriter for IBM before becoming a full time fiction writer. She lives in Texas with her husband, daughters, and four-legged friend Daisy.
Kim is the author of eight inspirational romances and seven non-fiction children’s books. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found at www.kimobrienbooks.com/, Facebook, and Twitter (kimobri).
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