Blurb:
How do you live with the gut
clenching truth that the one you love will die if you meet them? Twenty year
old sorcerer Scott Tabors is learning how. After seeing seventeen year old
Olivia Whitehead outside of a coffee shop, his heart will never be the same. He
longs for her, he wants her, and he knows she will be his. They are heart
mates. …but due to a curse on his family, he can’t meet her. Not yet. So for
now, he visits her in her dreams. Her dreams where he can tell her everything
but his name.
Olivia Whitehead is a typical
junior in high school. She and her best friend are having the time of their
lives, but she can’t help but notice the changes happening to her. Especially
the changes in her heart after she begins dreaming about a mysterious dark
haired young man. But what will happen when the school heartthrob decides he
wants Olivia? Will she realize the dream man is real or will she move on?
Excerpts:
#1-Olivia’s POV
I’m outside. The moon is high and glowing, there are trees all around.
This is a new location. I look around for Mr. Sexy, but I can’t see him
anywhere, it’s too dark. Looking around, I realize this place is familiar.
Wait…I’m in the field I was day dreaming about earlier. The soft green grass is
like silk between my toes. There are yellow daisies everywhere. Trees line the
perimeter, it’s almost like I’m in a box. I’m wearing my shorts and cami, but
I’m not cold. The wind is blowing just enough to ruffle my hair. “Hello?” I
call timidly. Nothing. It’s completely silent out, not even birds are chirping.
I glance around and walk forward. My arms are wrapped around the front of me,
not for warmth, but for comfort. I know I’m dreaming, but this is still kind of
weird. I see a deer to my left, just watching me. She’s beautiful and majestic.
She starts to come towards me the moment I wish I could pet her. My hand slowly
reaches out and touches her course coat. Huge brown eyes look into mine,
there’s no fear.
“You’re
beautiful,” I whisper.
“So are you,” a
deep voice says from behind me.
I turn violently, scaring the deer
off into the trees. Mr. Sexy is standing five feet in front of me. Jeans and a
fitted white t-shirt clothe his fit body.
“You’re here.”
“Of course I am,
where else would I be?”
“I thought…well I
wasn’t sure if this was our dream or just mine.”
“It’s ours Livvie,
it’s ours. Always ours.”
#2-Olivia’s POV
Aiden followed closely behind me. We sat and our hands brushed as we both
reached for the same arm rest. I giggled with embarrassment and moved the
opposite rest instead. I breathed deeply, trying to relax myself before the
theater went dark. I moved my eyes slightly, trying to get a sideways glance at
Aiden. His chiseled face looked as stormy and dangerous from his profile as his
eyes did from the front. As I studied
him, he seemed to sense me and turned slowly. His eyes seemed to swallow my
soul and I felt my hand moving toward his. Just as I was inches from gripping
his fingers, J cleared her throat behind me.
My mind seemed to
clear, like the fog lifting from the ground. I turned slowly, almost feeling
like my mind and body were not my own anymore. I looked at J, my eyes looking
deep into hers but my mind still felt disconnected. I felt like I was screaming
inside, like I was trapped in my own body.
“Liv?”
The voice coming from mouth didn’t seem like my own. It sounded distant
and disconnected.
“Yeah?”
She reached out grabbed my arm, gripping me tightly and shaking me
slightly.
“Liv, what’s wrong?”
I glanced back at Aiden, still looking like a wild storm brewing, and I
shrugged my shoulders in confusion.
#3-Scott’s POV
My reflection was
much calmer than my inside. I was an absolute wreck inside, worried and scared
about the events that would happen tonight at the dance. Wearing black dress
pants and a white buttoned shirt, I looked dressed up enough to blend in if I
had to go in the building for any reason. My pockets were loaded with stunning
charms that would stun the attacker if I threw them at him. I had a knife in my
back pocket, big enough to do damage if needed. I didn’t want this fight to
become that violent, but I was prepared to protect Livvie if I had to.
Mark had similar charms and
weapons to guard himself with. I had given them to him after he had left
school. Grandma and Sadie were prepared with spells they had memorized.
Immobilizing spells, memory erasing spells (for the dance goers), slumber
charms, and they had found a few control spells that would be handy if we needed
the crowd to leave without putting up a fight. Overall, I felt that we were
well prepared. I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in the pit of stomach, a
feeling that told me The Crimson Calamitous was much stronger and this may all
be for naught.
Also…a sneak peak at my new
Romance, Mangled Hearts: Francesca and Cade
I’d watched her every day since school began. She moved with grace and
confidence, yet I could see hurt behind her eyes when she surveyed her
surroundings. I didn’t know who would want to hurt a beautiful creature like
her, but it angered me. A lot. I watched her from a distance for as long as I
could, until the longing in my heart to hear her voice speaking to me was too
much.
I knew it was
stupid and reckless to bring myself into her life. I was the worst kind of guy
for her, into all the wrong things, but something about her made me want to
be…more. The first time I saw her beautiful face was during lunch. She was
stuck in a little hole in the wall, her nose deep into a book. Her dark blonde
hair fell around her face, and she absent mindedly pushed it behind her ear,
not once looking up from her book. People walked around her, came close to
stepping on her, completely ignored her…and all I could do was stare. I
couldn’t tear my eyes away. Two weeks after that, I’d followed her bus to the
next bus stop. I prayed to be the one driving her home someday soon.
As I approached,
she hadn’t moved. She leaned back against the bench, her eyes furiously
devouring the book she gripped. After I finally got her attention, my heart had
almost stopped when her deep, rich brown eyes looked into mine. Her voice
sounded like it came from heaven, her words singing a song to my heart. I laid
a hand on her leg, the sparks shooting straight into my soul.
9 years prior-October
I’d followed her to
the bus stop every day since then. The week after our first meeting, I’d gotten
the nerve to meet her at her locker. She was bent in, rummaging through her
belongings, when I slid up and relaxed behind the door. I heard her groan as a
book fell to the floor. I scooped in to pick it up, smiling at her as I handed
it over. Her eyes widened as she whispered my name.
“Francesca.”
“Cade…you never
talk to me in school,” she accused me.
It stung. It was
true. I didn’t want my friends getting the wrong idea or anyone saying things
to her about how screwed up I was. It was selfish, and it appeared to hurt her.
“I’m sorry. I
didn’t know if you wanted to…” I admitted, taking her book bag from her.
“What are you
doing?” she questioned, eyeing my hand.
“Walking you to
class?”
Her eyes stared
down, and a small smile curved on her gorgeous face. She peered up at me, her
lashes dark and framing her eyes perfectly. My breath caught when she did that.
She walked around me, turning a few steps away to make sure I followed.
“Of course I want to.
We’re friends, right?” she said, sauntering off.
Her voice hummed in
my mind, sending smoke signals to my heart. I think I would have followed her
anywhere. I’d walk off a cliff if it’s where she led.
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