Book Beginnings : The Violet Hour

I love sharing teasers and excerpts with you so aside from Teaser Tuesday this meme is perfect! It's all about sharing the beginning of the book we're reading, but as usual I'm going to change it up sometimes; maybe share more than just a couple of lines or a paragraph, maybe share beginnings of multiple books etc.

This time I'm going to share the entire first chapter of The Violet Hour by Andrea L. Wells. Andrea was so kind to send me a copy, which I finished on Monday and she's let me share the first chapter with you guys! The beginning is so emotional and I just wanted to share it with you!

I absolutely loved the book and I'm going to share my thoughts with you August 24!

A bit about the book

Still shocked over her mother’s mysterious death, California socialite Logan Keller is handed a one-way ticket to her long lost roots in Wyoming where love, deceit and danger await. Though she could forget everything staring into Luke Callahan’s eyes, Logan is quickly thrust into a fight for survival. Taking fate into her own hands, she begins unraveling the dangerous deceptions that abound at every turn. Her father is keeping secrets and Luke is keeping more. But Logan is keeping the biggest secret of them all.

The Violet Hour is a page-turning captivating twist of young romance and the paranormal.

Chapter 1

”And so it begins,” I mumbled quietly to myself. I stepped inside the clothing boutique marked with an address that was nowhere near the Rodeo Drive I used to shopping on.

I hadn’t checked to see where Kate was headed before pulling the dress off the hanger and heading to the dressing room. I closed my eyes while I took off my clothes, slipping the dress over my head. When I turned around and opened my eyes, my stomach suddenly clinched into a hard knot, taking my breath away.

’I miss you,’ I mouthed to the reflection standing in the mirror.

I fell to my knees sobbing, crying like I was never going to stop. I cried like I thought if I cried hard enough, she would come back and put her arms around me.

At first, all I saw was the sparkle of color through my drenched eyes. A long-sleeve dress clung tightly to my skin. I ran my hands across the sequined fabric, cool to the touch. The back felt completely open down to my waist though I couldn’t be sure as I sat frozen in front of the mirror. The color was her favorite. The dark purple cast deep shades of violet as I deeply inhaled. The dress reminded me so much of her. Looking into the mirror, I could imagine it was her, my mother, wearing it. Caught in the fantasy, I reached out to touch her, but my fingers brushed only glass and my heart caught in my throat.

I knew Kate was the one touching my shoulders because the caress was firm yet sympathetic. I didn’t turn to check. Instead, Kate turned me toward her, effortlessly lifting me up and cradling me in her arms. She began carrying me like a newborn. I was a newborn in a sense. Helpless.