Title: In Harmony
Author: Emma Scott
Release Date: Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Tagline: “The root of all madness is an unbearable truth…”
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In Harmony Blurb
The root of all madness is an unbearable truth…
At seventeen, Willow Holloway’s life was torn apart. The happy, driven girl is gone, and she is left wracked by post-traumatic stress her body remembers even if she does not. When her father suddenly uproots the family from their posh penthouse in New York City to the tiny town of Harmony, Indiana, Willow becomes more untethered and lost under the weight of her secret. On a whim, she auditions for a part in the community theater’s production of Hamlet and unexpectedly wins the role of Ophelia—the girl who is undone by madness, and her love of Hamlet…
Isaac Pierce is from the ‘wrong side of the tracks.’ The town bad boy. Girls pine for his attention and guys are in awe of him. That he’s an acting prodigy only adds to his charisma. Isaac utterly disappears into his characters; the stage is the only place he feels safe from his own traumatic home life. He wants nothing more than to escape to Broadway or Hollywood, and leave Harmony behind for good.
No one can play Hamlet but Isaac, and when the director pairs him with Willow in acting class, they clash again and again—neither willing to open their hearts to anyone. But clashing leads to breaking, breaking leads to the spilling of terrible secrets, and soon Isaac and Willow find Shakespeare’s words mirroring their lives. When they are cruelly torn apart, neither know how this play will end—with madness and heartache? Or healing, love, and the discovery of who they are truly meant to be.
In Harmony is a standalone NEW ADULT love story, and is intended for readers 18 and up. PLEASE NOTE, this book contains sensitive material such as physical abuse, and the aftermath of sexual assault (off the page). Reader discretion is advised.
How do you even begin to rate a book that practically shook your entire life? But to be fair this book deserves ninety five thousand billion stars because ISAAC PEARCE!!
At the mere ago of seventeen, Williow’s life was torn apart, her power and her being snatched by a monster. Now all she is left with night terrors and PTSD that her body remembers even if her mind doesn’t. When her family is suddenly uprooted from NYC to a small town called, Harmony, Williow feels this might be the perfect new start. When she sees auditions for the community theater’s production of Hamlet, she signs up for the role of Ophelia. Something inside of hers believes that this play will play a huge part in her healing process and she listens to that voice with all her heart.
Isaac Pearce is the town’s bad boy. Girls flock to him like bees do to flowers but he rarely pays them any attention. His sole focus is to make it big as an actor and leave this sad town of Harmony behind. He channels all his pain into his performances which brings out his raw and phenomenal talent, leaving people enthralled. He doesn’t need any distraction specially none that come in the form of the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He sees the darkness in her eyes and his heart wants to comfort her heart.
Isaac and Willow find themselves playing Hamlet and Ophelia, the two tragic lovers and staying apart is now out of the question. Will their story end in the same kind of tragedy or is their love destined for more?
Y’all I died a little while reading this book and then was resurrected because Emma Scott is a freaking literary genius.
My heart broke for Willow is more ways than I can count. I was sad, scared and angry with her. She deserved so much more than this cruel World. I love love love the way she decided to take her power back. It was beyond admirable and GOD HELP ME I love this woman to death.
Okay now can we talk about ISAAC?!?!?!
Because I have too many feelings and I NEED TO GET THEM OUT.
SERIOUSLY!!! How freaking mind blowingly great Isaac was?
I have heart eyes and horny heart. Not even going to lie rn.
I am in stupid love with this man and his thoughts because how can someone be so pure, good, sexy, adorkable, dirty and tortured at the same time?? I had goosebumps just reading him as a Shakespearean hero so I imagine I would have had heart palpitations if I could ever see him perform.
This is the kind of book that you need to read again and again and then once more because that’s how important it is. Emma Scott has a forever fan in me now and man I am stating it out that this woman can do no wrong. EVER!!!!
“I’m so…not into being with someone right now,” Willow said with a nervous lilt to her words. “Not for a while, anyway.”
I heard a whisper on the breeze, or ever again. A heaviness in her eyes hinted she had lost something and had almost given up trying to find it.
She hasn’t given up, I thought, a fierce admiration welling in me. That’s why she’s doing the play. To find it again.
In that moment, I vowed to try to cut out all the egotistical bullshit and jealousy over Justin. The dance was out of range now anyway. I couldn’t ask her to go even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. My job was to help her find what she was looking for in Hamlet, however I could. Even as it dented my eagerness to get the hell out of Harmony.
Willow shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted at me. “So what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you like anyone?” she asked, her voice a half tone higher than usual. She laughed. “That’s such a high school thing to ask.”
“No,” I said. “If all goes to plan, I’m leaving Harmony, remember? Stupid to start something now.”
“Sure. Makes sense.”
A silence fell.
“Yeah, so I probably won’t go to the dance,” Willow said. “I’m not good in that kind of situation anymore.”
“What kind of situation?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. I should get back.”
Willow started to scoot down off the block. I held my hand out to her to help. She hesitated for a fraction of a second and then took it. I held my other hand out and she took that too. I steadied her as she hopped down and then we were standing face to face. Close enough I could see her pale blue eyes had lighter shards of blue in them, like a topaz. Close enough to smell the sweetness of her breath—coffee tinged with sugar. Close enough to dance if we wanted.
“Thanks,” Willow said, gazing up at me.
“Sure,” I said.
I still held her hands. She didn’t let go.
“So,” she breathed, still not moving.
I glanced down at our hands. I hadn’t touched something this soft and good in ages. The sleeve of her coat bunched up and I spied a black mark on the inside of her forearm, close to her wrist. Willow drew in a breath as I turned her hand over. An X, about the size of a quarter, was stark on her pale skin.
She tugged her hands away. “I really need to get back.”
Every instinct cried out to take her hand again, to ask her what the X meant. To lick my thumb and erase it off her skin. I didn’t know what it meant but the sight of it made my stomach feel heavy.
“I doodle when I’m bored. I told you that.” Her voice was sharp but her smile wobbled. “Let’s go.”
We walked the short distance back to town wordlessly. Back in front of the theater, Willow shouldered her bag and glanced around. “Thanks for today. I think Martin would be happy with our progress.”
“I do too.”
God, would he, I thought.
“So, I guess I’ll see you Monday?” she said.
“You have a ride home?”
“Oh, uh…” She still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I was thinking of walking.”
“To Emerson Hills?” I said. “That’s a mile and a half and it’s getting dark soon.”
She raised her brows. “I’m not allowed to walk in the dark?”
“You’re allowed,” I said, “but I don’t want you to.”
Emma Scott writes romances with flawed characters, characters with artistic hearts: builders, poets, and writers of various makes and models. And love always wins. Always.
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