"Hauntingly beautiful" - Bookworm Coalition
Music. Passion. Murder.
On the fast track to international success, acclaimed concert pianist Leila Cates is close to achieving her dreams. But her path to certain stardom comes to a crashing halt when the body of her boyfriend, a world-renowned conductor, is discovered on the eve of her New York debut. When rumors about their relationship surface, Leila quickly becomes the primary suspect.
Desperate to clear her name, Leila sets out to uncover the truth. Enlisting the reluctant help of Orion Frazier, the lead detective on the case, their investigation soon entangles her in a world of secrets and lies.
With everything on the line, can Leila find the strength to face what she finds?
A taut suspense thriller of dark secrets and even darker ambitions, Breaking Measures is a stand-alone prequel to A Woven Silence.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralThis was just released at a few weeks ago at the end of September 2015. It hit the top 500 on Barnes and Noble during release week.
Something remains in the silence after a performance.
It echoes between the seats, winding through aisles and rows, whispering as it returns to the front of the hall.
The stage remembers.
Its polished floor pulses with the heartbeat of every musician who has crossed it and holds within its infinite memory that which murmurs endlessly in silence.
Power.
The same power pulsating in the thick blood now flowing across the pale wood and pooling around the podium.
This sacred ground siphons away an artist’s life, ingesting ambition and arrogance, and devouring countless dreams of immortality so that it can satiate a voracious audience.
The stage demands to be fed.
When you step on it, you become the willing sacrifice.
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Chapter 1 (excerpt)
The earliest memory Leila Cates had was of her mother telling her to curve her hand. Not her fingers, but the arch of her palm so the row of knuckles would develop into an ideal bridge for a pianist.
She’d started out palming smaller fruits like dates, lemons, and avocados, holding them in the center of her tiny hand between practice sessions, coaxing and molding the fine, pliable muscles between her fingers into absorbing the language of Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart.
When her hand grew and her musical hunger stretched to Chopin, Rachmaninoff, and Tchaikovsky, she’d moved on to oranges and apples.
By age twelve, Leila stopped eating fruit. The smell was enough to make her nauseous.
But the repetitive movement stayed, soaked into her muscle memory and as much a part of her as the sickeningly sweet smell of overripe fruit.
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Already translated.
Translated by Irma Pérez González
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Author review: Excellent translation and very easy to work with. Looking forward to working with Irma again in the future. |
