Aria's life is full of secrets--secrets about her mother's death, her father's cruelty, and her dream to go to Juilliard. When Aria meets Thomas, he draws out her secrets, captures her heart, and gives her the courage to defy her father. But when tragedy strikes and Thomas disappears, Aria is left alone to transform her broken heart's melody into something beautiful. Porcelain Keys is a captivating love story that will resonate long after the last page is turned.
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Excerpt from Porcelain
Keys
Aria
has just spent the night in her neighbor’s tree house—a secret and secluded
place where she goes to hide when she needs to get away from her dad’s
volatility. No one has lived in her neighbor’s house for a couple years, so she
thinks she can stay in the tree house without being discovered.
I awoke to a creaking sound, like
wood bending under the weight of a heavy foot. But when I opened my eyes, there
was no one there. Only a blue jay perched on the threshold of the doorway, his
plumage vibrant in the early morning light. He tilted his crested head and
stared at me curiously with one eye, then ruffled his feathers before going
still again. He appeared to be listening, waiting expectantly for something.
Wanting to sleep longer, I shut my
eyes. Every joint in my body ached as if I’d hiked a mountain the day before. The
blue jay called again, a musical whistle that sounded like a rusty old swing. I
picked out the notes and the melodic interval. B-flat
to G, I thought, a minor third. He
repeated the call again and again, but soon another creak silenced him.
I sat up in my sleeping bag, my ears
suddenly attuned to the sounds outside the tree house. Weak wood whining against
the strain of pressure. The tread of a shoe gripping the edge of a step.
Labored breathing.
Someone was climbing to the tree
house.
The blue jay’s crest bristled
outward in warning, and in one movement I shed the sleeping bag and shot to my feet.
The bird beat its wings and let out a hawk-like scream before flying up into
the rafters, trapping itself along with me.
My first thought was that Dad had
finally found my hidden sanctuary. If he saw me here, I could never come back.
As stealthily as I could manage, I scooped up my sleeping bag and receded into
a shallow space behind a tall cabinet. My sleeping bag bulged around the
corner, and I hooked my leg around it and drew it as close to my body as possible.
The sounds of the blue jay’s escape attempts only added to my anxiety. A thump
against a window, a clatter against the roof, an ear-piercing warning call.
Every now and then I saw a flash of blue feathers in the rafters. My heart beat
as wildly in my chest as the trapped bird’s wings.
A shadow stretched from the doorway
across the floor, and I held my breath and stiffened my body, hoping Dad would
take a quick glance, then go on his way. But instead I heard the creak of
steps. They were slow and tentative, and were coming closer. My lungs burned
for want of new air, and I eased the stale air out and silently drew in more.
Another step closer. Too close. I
guessed he was right around the corner of the cabinet. If I moved a fraction of
an inch, he would hear me. My muscles cramped up from being
tense for so long, but I couldn’t release them without being discovered. I
heard one more step, then my stomach contracted as someone stepped into my line
of vision.
It wasn’t Dad.
It was a boy, tall with dark,
tousled hair. His back was to me, but a moment later he turned to face me and
his eyes locked with mine. The look of surprise I expected to see was strangely
absent. Instead, his expression seemed to say, Oh,
there you are.
Meet the Author:
SARAH BEARD is the author of Porcelain Keys, a YA contemporary romance. She has a degree in communications from the University of Utah and splits her time between writing and raising three energetic boys. She is a cancer survivor and a hopeless romantic. She enjoys reading and composing music, and lives with her husband and children in Salt Lake City, Utah. You can follow Sarah on twitter at @authorsarahb, or on facebook. Her website is www.sarahbeard.com.
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