Date Published: November 2012
Unfathomable
forces have always contested Genevieve Indiana Falcon, known as Indie.
The curse of her cold touch entraps her just as the grief ignited in her
past torments her. Yet, her mysterious ability to dream while awake
saturates her in the belief that she was not always anguished. There is
hope that one day a true peace in her soul can be found.
Foolishly,
Indie assumes she has contained her life in an odd balance, and she
cherishes the visions she sees of the enigmatic boy that held her in a
lost time, but can never reach. She grieves for a life she fears she'll
never possess, and that grief is a weapon she uses against her aunt who
stands between her and her inheritance.
Weeks
away from her twenty-first birthday, the date where she would assume
control over her family legacy, a night terror robs Indie of the balance
she was clinging to. Like the dream she had before she lost her family,
it predicts a fatal catastrophe on the horizon. The fight between life
and death, good and evil, began the moment her thundering heart awoke
her.
Everything
changed after that dream. The one thing that keeps her curse at bay is
stolen, and then the enigmatic boy arrives in the flesh. Face to face
with her fiery born-again lover Indie realizes that the only way she can
prevent the tragedy before her is to surrender everything she was, is,
and could be.
Can
she bend the laws of nature and fight the improbability that fire and
ice could ever be one? As far as Indie is concerned, there is not a
myth, spoken fate, or curse that is stronger than her stubborn desire to
have it all ... including him.
EXCERPT
“Who has you bothered?” I pushed.
“A few. But there is someone that is not thrilled that I’ve kept our friendship a secret.”
“Who?”
I glanced around the bar, noticing Wilder displaying the same
disdainful glare as Cadence. Gavin had already decided she was nothing
to worry about. He had pulled his laptop to him and was typing at the
speed of light.
Skylynn returned their glare before she caught my stare. “You’ll
see in...” she held up her hand and then slowly let her fingers count
down to zero, then knocked her fist on the bar. At that moment, the
chime on the door went off.
Time stopped.
I could not comprehend the warm, dominant energy that flowed through me as my eyes met this flawless being.
In the North Wing, he was never completely corporeal. None of the
memories I had been able to unlock were. But now, right now, he was in
the flesh. Sebastian Falcon was either standing feet from me or he had
been reincarnated looking hotter than he was the first go around on the
wheel of life.
His black, long sleeve T-shirt hinted to the perfection that it
surely must be hiding. My eyes wanted to travel further down him, but
they were pulled back to his intoxicating stare. His eyes were still a
deep gray, but in the centers I could see unfathomable orange freckles,
which mocked flames. He tilted his head slightly, allowing his somewhat
long, dark auburn hair to fall over his high cheekbones. There was agony
in his stare. It pulled me in. This. Could. Not. Be. Real.
I could swear his body relaxed all at once as his lips, perfectly shaped lips, echoed a wounded smile.
Our uncalled for stare may have relaxed him, but it had the
opposite effect on me. Two beats—no, maybe three or four in one second
followed by a thousand more. I had been staring at his image for years,
and for some reason he was finally seeing me, too.
Almost immediately, he glanced down at the guards.
He turned to them and said something I could not hear, and as they
passed what looked like short words shot back and forth. Skylynn gripped
my arm. “If that doesn’t make you feel two beats, there is no hope for
you,” she whispered.
I swallowed nervously as my eyes moved back to him. A flaming burn
spread through my soul. I almost wanted to cry in relief, but that was
foolish. In this life, right now, we were strangers. It didn’t matter
that I felt like I had lived side by side with him for the past five
years.
I'm
an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. Addicted to
Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season.
Black is my favorite 'shade.' Strong believer in the saying: there is a
reason for everything, therefore I search for 'marked moments' every
moment of everyday...and I find them. Life is beautiful!
I'm
an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. Addicted to
Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season.
Black is my favorite 'shade.' Strong believer in the saying: there is a
reason for everything, therefore I search for 'marked moments' every
moment of everyday...and I find them. Life is beautiful!
Twitter: @Jamie_Magee_
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