Spotlight On: From Shattered Pieces, by Traci Jo Stotts


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FROM SHATTERED PIECES

Traci Jo Stotts
Contemporary/Romance
Evernight Teen, 68k
Editor’s Pick
Ian had no intention of running away. She lived with her abusive parents for sixteen years, so surely she could endure two more. But something changed the night she fought back.
Leaving home was one thing but being on the streets of Reno brings scary to a whole new level. A chance run-in with Jubal proves to be both a blessing and a curse.
Now, Ian must come to terms with who she is and what she must do to survive.
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Excerpt
Four o’clock will be here way too soon.  I crawl into bed and drift off, succumbing easily.  My mom walks into my room.  She sits on my bed and pets my hair.  She is whispering something but I can’t understand her.  I turn the small lamp on so I can see her.  She has a busted lip and her left eye is swollen shut.  I know what happened to her but I ask anyway, “Who did this to you?”  She continues petting my hair but is much rougher, pulling strands from my scalp.  “You did this to me, Ian.  You did this.”
            I sit upright, panting.  Beads of sweat make their way down my neck.  There’s a soft tapping at my bedroom door.  I turn my head wildly, searching my room for any sign my mother was here.  Nothing.  There wouldn’t be.  She wasn’t here.  It was just a dream.  A bad dream.

About the Author:

I enjoy spending time with my family and friends.  Always one to daydream, I’m often teased for the many bits and pieces of paper with notes and ideas for different books littering my desk. After spending most of my life in rural Nevada, I’ve recently moved to Washington. 
To my husband and sons…I finished!
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