Mormon girl Leesie has life figured out until devastated Michael lands in her small town high school. He needs
her like no one has before. A rare journey into a faithful LDS teen’s intimate struggle.
"[Morrison] handles the topics of religion and premarital sex gracefully without passing judgment. The message
has less to do with religion than learning to respect and cherish others while staying true to one’s own beliefs.” –
Publisher’s Weekly, starred review
Brand new paperback and reformatted ebook with fully scalable fonts. Includes bonus, never-before-published
scene, "Airport Good-bye!"
10 Year Anniversary
Ten years ago this week, Taken by Storm's scuba-diving hero, Michael, swam out of
Angela's brain and onto her page. Join the anniversary celebration! Win your own copy ofthe brand new paperback! Snag Taken by Storm's Kindleebook for only $ .99! UnbrokenConnection (Book 2) and Cayman Summer (Book 3) are free on Kindle! Hurry. The promotion
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Angela Morrison is the award-winning YA author of Taken by Storm (Books 1-3) and Sing me to Sleep. She graduated from Brigham Young University and holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts. She grew up in Eastern Washington on the wheat farm where Taken by Storm is set. She's an advanced NAUI, Nitrox certified scuba diver. The hurricane that kills Michael's parents was inspired by a real-life diving accident.
After over a decade in Canada, Switzerland, and Singapore, Angela and her family are happily settled in Mesa, Arizona. She enjoys speaking to writers and readers of all ages about her craft. She has four children--mostly grown up--and the most remarkable grandson in the universe.
EXCERPT:
Meet Michael:
from Michael's Dive Log, Chapter 1, Taken by Storm, "Before"
The dive starts perfect. Perfect water. Perfect sky. Perfect wall. The ocean, warm, flat, perfect. I leave my wetsuit drying on the Festiva’s dive deck. Saltwater slips silky over my skin like Carolina’s caress.
Jeez, I miss her. Caroleena. She insisted on Spanish pronunciation. I thought this trip would help, but I can’t forget lying in the sun, curled together, my face lost in her thick black hair, holding on. Three months. Every day. More when she felt like it. I always felt like it, but I didn’t want to use her.
She dumped me on my butt when I took off to dive all summer at the condo. I wanted to bring her to Florida. Keep her close. Keep her safe. But she had to stay in Phoenix and work. Her family’s got nothing. And Mom flipped when I mentioned it was a shame the sofa bed in the living room would be empty. Dad was cool with it. He’s cool with everything. It should have been Carolina and me all summer, diving.
The creep b-ball jock she’s with now is after one thing, as much as he can get. Possessive, too. Freaked when I called her from the Keys. And when we were all back at school, she wouldn’t even look at me. Dad knew something was up, let me cut a week for the club’s annual “hot deal” hurricane season trip. So, I’m scuba diving my brains out, free diving whenever I can get a spotter, trying not to think about that jock pawing my Carolina.
Love. Makes me crazy. All of it. You get so close, like she’s part of you. And then she’s gone. You ogle the smiling waitress on the boat, who has your girl’s hair and wears a loaded bikini top and a sarong slung dangerously low. You appreciate the view while she serves you a virgin pina colada, but you still ache inside because now you’ve got a hole in your ribcage that won’t fill, a gash that heals way too slow. Salt water’s my therapy of choice.
Beautiful blog, Megan! Thanks for helping me celebrate today.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the info. I wouldn't have found out about these otherwise. I've let some friends know as well. :)
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a good read. My step daughter,Angela and her husbands family are Mormon.
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