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Here at last is the cover for Unbroken, my September release from Beaten Track Publishing.  After a few versions and much discussion we think this really captures the spirit of the book.  I love it. What about you?
Leave a comment telling me what you think, and you’ll automatically be entered into a drawing to win one of three copies of Unbroken (either eBook or autographed paperback, your choice). The  drawing will be open now through Sunday at Midnight.  Winners will be announced next Tuesday, August 26.

My parents, unable to change me, had instead, silenced me. When they’d stilled my hands, they’d taken my words, made me lower my voice to a whisper. Later I remained silent in defense, refusing to acknowledge the hateful words: Brainiac. Sissy. Antiman. Faggot.

Lincoln de Chabert’s life is pretty unremarkable until he comes home from kindergarten and announces he will marry his best friend, Orlando, when he grows up.  His parents spring into immediate action, determined to fix him, igniting an epic battle of wills as Lincoln is determined to remain himself, and marry whom he chooses, at all costs.

Available everywhere: 09.20.13


  1. Larry

    Congrats - I love it. Can't wait for it to come out. It's the week before my wedding so I have something to read on the plane when I go on my honeymoon.

    Really nice cover.


    1. Thanks Q. And congrats to you, too. I didn't realize your wedding was so soon. So happy for you guys (we're waiting for the slowpokes in PA to catch up with the rest of the country!)

      Unbroken is pretty romantic, so a perfect post-wedding, pre-honeymoon read, I think ;-)


  2. Larry, a beautiful cover! I'm intrigued both by it and the story. Best of luck to you. --Kenneth

    1. Thanks, Kenneth. I'm really excite dto get this one out.


  3. Hey Larry. It's a good cover - subtle, with a good colour round the title. I'm looking forward to reading it.
    Polly from Twitter. (I don't have any of those accounts to sign in with, sorry, so I'm anon.)

  4. Hey Polly Anonymous. Thanks for commenting. Since I can't contact you, be sure to check back for the list of winners.

  5. Hi,I loved your book What Binds Us, so very,very much. I am so looking forward to your next work.

    1. Thank you Arl. That is so nice to hear. I think you'll really like Unbroken as well. Do let me know.

  6. And the winners are...Heck I appreciate everyone's comments so I am declaring today "Everybody is a winner Tuesday."

    So, congrats to you all--you each win a copy of Unbroken. Email me at with your contact info and tell me whether you want paperback or eBook (ePub or mobi).


  7. You are a sweetheart! Thanks so much!

  8. I love "Everybody is a winner Tuesday." I think you should do this every week! Thank you so much!

    1. LOL you're very welcome. I hope you enjoy the book. and umm...yeah, I'll add your suggestion to the suggestion box.


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