Cover Reveal and Excerpt: Sophie's Fate by C.S. Minsky

Today I am pleased to give you the cover reveal for  Sophie's Fate by C.S. Minsky and also a excerpt of the book.

Book Description:

Soon to be eighteen-year-old Sophie Benedetto lives a privileged quiet life, but her peaceful existence is about to be disrupted. When Sophie meets Nick there is something deeply familiar about him. Ruggedly handsome, it is his divine-like presence that draws her in. As they become close, Sophie's world changes in unimaginable ways. Sophie learns she lived another life and died tragically in the summer of her eighteenth birthday, the very summer she is presently living. If Sophie doesn't unravel the events of that life, she will encounter the same fate.

Set against the backdrop of beautiful and tranquil Sonoma, California, Sophie's journey moves her in and out of the present forcing her to confront the ghost that haunts her. Through it all, Sophie discovers her own resilience, a secret about her mother and the hidden truth about Nick.

Sophie's Fate is a young adult contemporary read with a paranormal twist. It is for ages 14+. It is book one of a two-book series. Sophie's Time, book two, will be coming soon!

Backcover:

Sometimes the past follows us into the present.

Soon to be eighteen-year-old Sophie lives a privileged quiet life, but her peaceful existence is about to be disrupted. When Sophie meets Nick there is something deeply familiar about him. Ruggedly handsome, it is his divine-like presence that draws her in. As they become close, Sophie’s world changes in unimaginable ways. Sophie learns she lived another life and died tragically in the summer of her eighteenth birthday, the very summer she is presently living. If Sophie doesn’t unravel the events of that life she will encounter the same fate. 

Sophie’s journey moves her in and out of the present forcing her to confront the ghost that haunts her. Through it all, Sophie discovers her own resilience, a secret about her mother and the hidden truth about Nick.

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About the Author:

C.S. Minsky is a former award-winning California high school teacher and mentor for at-risk students. She is bilingual, has traveled throughout Europe and has lived abroad. She supports sustainable and organic farming, enjoys cooking, hiking and is a lover of dogs. When she isn’t reading or writing, she is out having fun.

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Excerpt:

We were stuck in traffic in the sprawling city of Los Angeles. Knowing this is the state of affairson a daily basis my stepfather, Tom, left the house early offering us more than enough time to

get to the airport. It was a warm overcast June day. I was dressed for summer, but I carried my

sweatshirt. Two packed suitcases occupied the trunk. I left my books in my bedroom of his house

as there were far too many, but I grabbed a few favorites to take with me.

Summer in San Francisco is not hot like the rest of the country. The average temperature is

sixty-two degrees and fog hovers like a doting mother. I would need that sweatshirt once I

departed the airport. I lived there until I was twelve years old when my parents divorced, and my

mother decided to move to Los Angeles taking me with her. Two years later she married Tom.

My father kept the house in San Francisco. I visited him several times over the years and

spent four weeks of each summer at his summer place in Sonoma. I was moving in with him

until I began college in September. He flew down for my high school graduation one week

earlier, but I wasn’t ready to leave at that time.

My mother died in the middle of my junior year. She didn’t get to see me graduate. Cancer

stole her life. I miss her. I miss her soft hair, the smell of her perfume, her loving voice and her

cooking. I even miss her crazy ideas about angels and destiny. My dad called it her spiritual

voodoo. He drove down and rented an apartment the last month of her illness. Even though their

marriage didn’t last, they still loved each other. I saw the way they looked at one another the

several times they met over the years. I never understood why they couldn’t stay together, and I

didn’t ask.

On her last day of life she went in and out of consciousness. I stayed by her bedside, but I left

the room before she died. My father was the last person she spoke to before permanently closing

her eyes. She was on morphine to help with the pain. I held her hand and at one point she held

mine back. I bent over her to speak into her ear. “I love you, Mom.”

She opened her eyes and held onto my hand as she tugged for me to come down closer to her

mouth. She whispered, “You are stronger than she is. He will find you. He carries the truth.”

I looked up at Dad and Tom. They were talking to one another. I didn’t understand, and they

didn’t hear. The words made no sense to me, so I let it go. I assumed it was one of her

hallucinations. I would soon discover it wasn’t.