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Kindle Edition
August 12, 2014
Paperback Edition
April 19, 2012
Book Synopsis
The
Cherokee believe that when a person dies, their soul is reborn. Life is
repeated. An endless cycle of lessons to be learned, love to be found,
destiny to be fulfilled. For the past six months, in every flower, every
bird, I’ve imagined my parents, relieved of their human forms.
Now,
after five months at the Skye View Wellness Center, it was summer. A
time for parties and friends, but that’s the last thing I want to do. So
when my best friend Erin convinces me to attend a bonfire at Eagle
Point, I can’t handle the crowd full of sympathetic stares or drunken
class clowns who would use my tragedy as a way into my heart – or my
pants. The solitude of the woods offers an escape, until I stumble upon a
boy, unconscious and bleeding, his pockets stuffed not with
identification but with poetry illustrating the beauty of dying. I’ve
seen enough death. I will not leave this boy’s side.
Even after he wakes, when the only thing he can remember are visions of events that haven’t happened yet…
Book Excerpt
The gold dress was both beautiful and evil all at once.
I
stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, frowning until my face
hurt and contemplating how Erin would react if I showed up to my party
wearing jeans and a sweatshirt instead.
My
reflection reminded me of the vision, and even though Dylan said it
wasn't this exact dress, it felt close enough -- the shimmery, silky
material that felt like water in my hands, the way it pooled at my feet
even with my strappy heels. It was as if the dress itself held the
ability to make that vision a reality simply by wearing it. But I had
nothing else.
I
told myself it was my own fears reflecting back. Fancy fabric couldn't
manifest a destiny any more than a person could fight it. But, although
the sun still blazed with late afternoon heat, the day felt ominous. Or
maybe it was me.
Taregan
hadn't made a play -- hell, he hadn't made a peep -- since our parking
lot encounter. That'd been days ago. I wanted to find out whether his
blood ritual had worked, but Dylan refused to contact him. For any
reason. Every time I brought it up, his fury worked its way into his
tense jaw and then his pursed lips, and I gave up. The warrior wouldn't
budge.
Time, on the other hand, only moved forward. And now we were here, my birthday.
Dylan was in his room, supposedly showering, though I'd checked on him twice already, and he'd been standing in the middle of his room, eyes glued to another history book he'd brought up from the stacks. A last-minute loophole search. So far, nothin
Dylan was in his room, supposedly showering, though I'd checked on him twice already, and he'd been standing in the middle of his room, eyes glued to another history book he'd brought up from the stacks. A last-minute loophole search. So far, nothin
I strained my ears, and thought I heard the sound of water running. I'd give him ten more minutes, and then check again.
Thinking
of Dylan, picturing his face, was enough to make me tremble. And it had
nothing to do with Taregan or curses or anything beyond my own body's
lust thermometer. I locked my knees against the weakness that threatened
as I thought back to the other night in the library. Hands and mouths
exploring, asking, taking. There had been a moment, though brief, where
nerves had threatened to shut me down. But then Dylan had removed his
clothes, and the way he looked in the soft light of the fire, his broad
chest and satin shoulders, had taken my breath away. And given me a
confidence only our kind of unerring love could. After than, it had
been....
Was there a word for something that amazing?
About the Author
Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper,
and the Dirty Blood series. I write, read, and fuss at my kids. Oh, and
I do laundry, lots of laundry. I’m pretty good at it, too. Sometimes I
even read WHILE doing laundry – and fussing at my kids. I’m a
multi-tasker. For more information on my books, release dates, or just general stalker material, um, I mean FAN material, visit my website. I love hearing from readers!
Likes and dislikes? I love vintage tees, hate socks with sandals, and if my house was on fire the one thing I’d grab is my Amazon Fire TV! (Oh yeah, I’m a fan of puns.)
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