Novels
DEBUT NOVEL
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Synopsis:
Soon after her grandfather’s passing, but with undeniable apprehension, Samira returns to Beaufort to help put his affairs in order. She hasn’t been to the coastal town in years, despite it being where she spent most summers and holidays during her youth.
Pappy’s home reawakens sweet memories. However, her time here is also intertwined with past traumas she has yet to address. Going through the old man’s belongings, Samira soon realizes she’s not the only one who experienced hardship in this picturesque town. Strange encounters, cryptic discoveries, and historical facts surrounding an unsolved case in Beaufort soon cast a shadow on the grandfather she thought she knew and with whom she always had a strong bond.
Faced with an ultimatum, Samira seeks the truth, which will force her to dig deep and confront her own past.
Will turbulent wind-borne secrets find their way back to shore? Or is the truth forever lost in the unforgiving sea of time, assumptions, and the ultimate cost of unwavering family loyalties?
Stay tuned for Emma's next novel entitled...
Frigid
Frigid: An excerpt
Cold air whipping the back of my neck pulls me out of the abyss. I’m in and out of it, my instincts willing me to wake up. Where am I? Why is my body positioned this way? Next comes the taste of blood in my mouth, followed by the awareness of a roaring sound, like heavy rain pounding a metal rooftop.
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Why am I so cold? I open my eyes, but what I witness only brings confusion, so I close them again. Wake up! Get out! someone screams. It’s my mother’s voice, but I know she isn’t here. Questions flood my mind quicker than my synapses can respond. Why is my body hanging this way? What’s pushing against my chest?
Wake up! Get out! the voice keeps insisting. As pain and a sense of urgency grow, I force myself to open my eyes once more. This time, the shocking scene I witness is enough to jolt me back to reality. I want to scream, but a rush of panic floods my entire being and mutes my voice. My body won’t stop shaking.
You need to calm down! Get out of here! The voice is no longer my mother’s. It’s my own.
I look at my surroundings. How long have I been here? Minutes? Longer?! I know where I am now. I recognize the pocket watch dangling from the rear-view mirror. It’s at an odd angle that tricks my mind for a second. Still in a daze, I realize it’s my seatbelt that’s putting pressure on my chest. Positioned nose down, the car has me suspended from my seat, like I’m hanging from a ceiling. I try to scream out for help, but the incessant clatter muffles the sound of my voice.
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This is wrong. This is all wrong!
That’s when I pass out again.