The Road to You by Marilyn Brant
Publication date: October 3rd 2013
Genres: Mystery, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Sometimes the only road to the truth...is one you’ve never taken.
Until I found Gideon’s journal in the tool shed — locked in the cedar box where I’d once hidden my old diary — I’d been led to believe my brother was dead. But the contents of his journal changed all that.
The Road to Discovery...
Two years ago, Aurora Gray’s world turned upside down when her big brother Gideon and his best friend Jeremy disappeared. Now, during the summer of her 18th birthday, she unexpectedly finds her brother’s journal and sees that it’s been written in again. Recently. By him.
The Road to Danger...
There are secret messages coded within the journal’s pages. Aurora, who’s unusually perceptive and a natural puzzle solver, is hell bent on following where they lead, no matter what the cost. She confides in the only person she feels can help her interpret the clues: Donovan McCafferty, Jeremy’s older brother and a guy she’s always been drawn to — even against her better judgment.
The Road to You...
Reluctantly, Donovan agrees to go with her and, together, they set out on a road trip of discovery and danger, hoping to find their lost brothers and the answers to questions they’ve never dared to ask aloud.
In that expectant space between silence and melody, our trip began...
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EXCERPT:
We emerged into the dazzling
sunlight of a hot summer Sunday and got settled in Donovan’s car. He pulled out
his road atlas and plopped it into my lap. “You get to
navigate on this one.”
I flipped it open in surprise. Considering his ingrained
aversion to asking anyone for directions, this was a sign of great progress.
He started the engine. “If we get lost, it’s on your
head, Nancy Drew.”
I glared at him. “Stop calling me that.”
“Nancy, Nancy, Nancy,” he mocked.
Oh, you’re real mature,” I said, but he continued with
his mockery. I knew he needed an outlet, a little levity, something—especially
after all the grave, life-changing information we’d just gotten. I was
beginning to learn his patterns. He would need to munch on something, and he
wouldn’t be able to discuss
anything seriously for a couple of hours at least. Good thing we had snacks in
the car and a five-hour drive ahead of us.
“Fine. Be that way.” I told him the first few turns,
taking us past the big Sears on Irving Park Road and following the signs so we
could merge onto Interstate 90/94. Eventually, since I wasn’t afraid to read a map—unlike
some people—I knew we’d meet up with 55 South, which would take us all
the way to Missouri.
But, as soon as Donovan looked comfortable with the roads,
I dug through my purse for the cassette I’d been saving for just such an occasion,
and I popped it in. As the opening strains of the Bee Gees’s hit “Stayin’
Alive” came on, I had the satisfaction of seeing Donovan make a disgusted face
and reach to turn it off.
I batted his hand away from the cassette deck. “Do you
really think disco is a fad?” I said, mimicking Vicky from St. Cloud.
Then I started singing along with the song’s chorus. I’d heard the lyrics
about, oh, sixty thousand times since the movie came out. I knew every word.
“Uh! God, stop that!” he said, half laughing.
“What’s my name?” I asked him sweetly during an
instrumental moment.
He shot me a dirty look. “Just cut it out.”
I sang along with the entire second verse. Loudly.
“Hell, Aurora. Stop.”
“What did you just say my name was?” I asked. Then, more threateningly,
“You do realize that ‘How Deep Is Your Love’ is coming up next, right?”
He made a gagging sound that I took as a precursor to his
inevitable surrender. I was right.
“Your name is Aurora, but I will strangle you with
the long threads of tape that I’m going to yank out of my deck in about ten
seconds if you don’t do it first.”
I snapped the “Saturday Night Fever” soundtrack out of
the player.
“If you call me Nancy Drew again, you can expect a full
hour of disco hits,” I threatened. “I can sing ‘If I Can’t Have You’ and ‘You
Should Be Dancing’ and more. All of them a cappella. And, yeah, that’s a
warning. Be scared.”
The look he gave me was nothing
short of scathing but, a few minutes later, when I was studying the Illinois
map in the middle of the atlas, I caught him glancing at me and smothering a
laugh.
“What?”
I said
He
grinned. “Who knew you’d grow up to be such a weirdo…Aurora.”
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Marilyn Brant is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary fiction. She wrote the new adult/humorous paranormal novel ACCORDING TO JANE (2009), the women’s fiction relationship drama FRIDAY MORNINGS AT NINE (2010), and the romantic travel adventure A SUMMER IN EUROPE (2011), all published by Kensington Books. She's also a #1 Kindle and #1 Nook bestseller and has written a series of fun and flirty romantic comedies, including ON ANY GIVEN SUNDAE (2011) and PRIDE, PREJUDICE AND THE PERFECT MATCH (2013). Her coming-of-age romantic mystery, THE ROAD TO YOU, will be available in October 2013.
Marilyn is a lifelong music lover and a travel junkie. She’s visited 46 states and over 30 countries (so far—she's not done yet!), but she now lives in the Chicago suburbs with her family. When she isn't rereading Jane Austen's books or enjoying the latest releases by her writer friends, she's working on her next novel, eating chocolate indiscriminately and hiding from the laundry.
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