A BREATH OF EYRE IBD

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In this stunning, imaginative novel, Eve Marie Mont transports her modern-day heroine into the life of Jane Eyre to create a mesmerizing story of love, longing, and finding your place in the world...Emma Townsend has always believed in stories-the ones she reads voraciously, and the ones she creates. Perhaps it?s because she feels like an outsider at her exclusive prep school, or because her stepmother doesn?t come close to filling the void left by her mother?s death. And her only romantic prospect-apart from a crush on her English teacher-is Gray Newman, a long-time friend who just adds to Emma?s confusion. But escape soon arrives in an old leather-bound copy of Jane Eyre...Reading of Jane?s isolation sparks a deep sense of kinship. Then fate takes things a leap further when a lightning storm catapults Emma right into Jane?s body and her nineteenth-century world. As governess at Thornfield, Emma has a sense of belonging she?s never known-and an attraction to the brooding Mr. Rochester. Now, moving between her two realities and uncovering secrets in both, Emma must decide whether her destiny lies in the pages of Jane?s story, or in the unwritten chapters of her own...'Captivating and heartrending... Definitely one for the favorites shelf.''--Kelly Creagh, author of Nevermore'A rich, wonderful, smart adventure, steeped in romance. I fell into this book in the same way Emma falls into Jane Eyre and I didn?t want to fall back out again.' --Lesley Livingston, author of Once Every Never and the Wondrous Strange trilogyEve Marie Mont lives with her husband, Ken, and her shelter dog, Maggie, in suburban Philadelphia, where she teaches high school English and creative writing. Her debut women?s fiction novel, Free to a Good Home, was published by Berkley Books in 2010. Visit her website at www.evemariemont.com. Chapter OneThere was no possibility of taking a swim that day. My stepmother had planned a sweet sixteen party, and the guests were about to arrive. I?d told Barbara at least a dozen times that I didn?t want a party, but she insisted, saying if I didn?t have one, I?d regret it later. And now that the day was here, setting a record for heat and humidity that summer, the only thing I regretted was that we didn?t have central air-conditioning. That voice inside my head began to call me, that invisible cord tugging at my chest, drawing me to the ocean. But it was almost noon. The swim would have to wait. Reluctantly, I threw on a tank top, cut-off shorts, and flip-flops and headed downstairs. The first thing Barbara said when she saw my outfit was, 'You?re not wearing that, are you?' I looked down at myself. 'It would appear that I am.' 'No, that won?t do,' she said, clicking her tongue and studying me as if I was beyond hope. 'Go upstairs, honey, and change into something pretty.' I raised my eyebrow at her, taking in the sight of her dramatic eye makeup and her piles of well-sprayed blond hair. Barbara had been raised in the rich and fertil