I am so excited that A COLD LEGACY by Megan Shepherd releases today and that I get to share the news, along with an excerpt from the book!
If you havenât yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Megan Shepherd, be sure to check out all the details below.
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Title: A COLD LEGACY
Author: Megan Shepherd
Pub. Date: January 27, 2015
After killing the men who tried to steal her fatherâs research, Julietâalong with Montgomery, Lucy, Balthazar, and a deathly ill Edwardâhas escaped to a remote estate on the Scottish moors. Owned by the enigmatic Elizabeth von Stein, the mansion is full of mysteries and unexplained oddities: dead bodies in the basement, secret passages, and fortune-tellers who seem to know Julietâs secrets. Though it appears to be a safe haven, Juliet fears new dangers may be present within the manorâs own walls.
Then Juliet uncovers the truth about the manorâs long history of scientific experimentationâand her own intended role in itâforcing her to determine where the line falls between right and wrong, life and death, magic and science, and promises and secrets. And she must decide if sheâll follow her fatherâs dark footsteps or her motherâs tragic ones, or whether sheâll make her own.
With inspiration from Mary Shelleyâs Frankenstein, this breathless conclusion to the Madmanâs Daughter trilogy is about the things weâll sacrifice to save those we loveâeven our own humanity.
A COLD LEGACY excerpt
Montgomery stopped the horses outside a tavern. He came to the carriage door, opening it just a crack to keep the rain from drenching us. âIâm going to ask directions. We canât be far now.â
We watched him saunter over the muddy street as though he didnât even feel the bite of freezing rain. A face appeared in the tavern window. The door opened and he spoke to a woman in a wool dress for a few moments, then stomped back through the mud. âThis village is called Quick,â he told us. âThe manorâs only five miles from here.â
âDid you hear that?â Lucy murmured to Edward, still stroking his hair. âWeâre almost there. Just hold on. Everything will be all right once we arrive.â
Montgomeryâs eyes shifted to me. Neither of us wanted to remind Lucy that the prospect of Edwardâs fever breakingâand the Beastâs reappearanceâwas almost more frightening than the fever itself. Delirious, he was less of a threat.
âLetâs go then,â I whispered to Montgomery. âAnd quickly.â
He closed the door and in another moment we were moving again, passing through the rest of Quick. Then all too soon the village was nothing but fading lights. The storm grew and the road became rougher, and all the while Edwardâs eyes rolled back and forth beneath shuttered lids.
Thunder struck close by, and Lucy shrieked. Montgomery whipped the horses harder, pulling us along the uneven road impossibly fast, trying to outrun the storm. I twisted in the seat to look out the back window at the pelting rain. A stone fence ran alongside us.
âWe must be getting close,â I said.
âNot soon enough,â Lucy breathed. âWeâre going to crash if he keeps driving like this!â
The road widened, straightening, letting us travel even faster. Lightning struck close by, blinding me. The horses bolted. Lucy screamed and covered her eyes, but I couldnât tear mine away. The lightning had struck an enormous oak tree, twisted from centuries of wind. The oak took flame, blazing despite the rain. A smoking gash ran down the trunkâthe lightningâs death mark. I watched until the rain put out most of the flames, but it still smoldered, billowing hot ash into the night.
The horses pawed the earth, and I grabbed the window to steady myself. At this wild speed, just hitting a single rock at the wrong angle would send the carriage shattering to the ground. It was madness to go so fast. Couldnât Montgomery calm the horses?
Just when I feared the carriage would careen out of control, it stopped short, throwing me against the opposite wall. I tangled in Lucyâs limbs as the chains around Edwardâs body clinked. Balthazar grunted, jerking awake at last. We scrambled in the bottom of the carriage until the door flew open.
Montgomery stood in the pelting rain. I feared heâd say weâd broken another strut or the horses had gone lame or weâd have to spend the night in the harsh storm.
But then I saw the lights behind him, and the night took shape into a turreted stone manor with bright lamps blazing and gargoyles on the roof vomiting rain into a stone courtyard.
Montgomeryâs eyes met mine beneath the low brim of his hat.
âWeâve arrived,â he said.
Iâve been many things, like a professional exchange student, park ranger in Montana, and LOST enthusiast, but what I am now is a writer.
I think itâs fair to say I was born into it. I grew up in the mountains of North Carolina, raised behind the counter of my parentsâ independent bookstore, Highland Books in Brevard. Ah, so many free books. But I never thought being a writer could be a real career. After college I thought Iâd end up as a foreign service officer somewhere dashing and exotic, like Canada. I studied French, Spanish, German, and Russian and still speak a few of those. Then I joined the Peace Corps and spent two years in Senegal, where I learned a few more languages Iâll never speak again and lived in a mud hut with no electricity or running water. You can probably imagine how that experience went, but if youâre curious, here are the dirty details.
It wasn't until a chance aquaintance read something I wrote and said, "have you ever considered being a writer?" that something clicked and I realized it was possible. My husband encouraged me, and I quickly fell head-over-heels in love with writing and children's literature in particular. I started out writing articles, which have appeared in Faces, Appleseeds, and Calliope magazines, and stories for younger children. I soon realized I wasnât sweet enough to write fiction for that age and found myself writing young adult literature instead, which doesnât require nearly as many tender moments and includes a lot more cursing.
When I'm not writing, I can usually be found horseback riding, day dreaming at coffee shops, or hiking in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina. I love to hear from readers, so please drop me a line!
I am represented by Josh Adams of Adams Literary.
Author Photo by Kristi Hedberg Photography
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