When Jocelyn Weatherford is whisked away from a preparatory academy in upstate New York to live with her extended family in New Orleans, she is unprepared to encounter the dangers awaiting her. Yet even as she is thrust into an unfamiliar world of witches and voodoo magic, the greatest threat of all may be the boy she has fallen for.
While handsome and charming, he is also a Caldwell... a member of the family the Weatherford's have been feuding with for centuries. As their forbidden love grows it becomes the volatile spark that forever changes their world and everyone in it.
While handsome and charming, he is also a Caldwell... a member of the family the Weatherford's have been feuding with for centuries. As their forbidden love grows it becomes the volatile spark that forever changes their world and everyone in it.
Excerpt:
“Think…Think of a child who needs surgery.
He’s scared. He’s hurting. He’s floating in and out of consciousness because of
the pain. He’s sick from the drugs they’ve given him. His body is shaking from
the stress. He’s vulnerable, helpless…”
As Jameson continued describing the
example, I sensed desperation, a need to help the child, this fictitious child.
And then something stirred in me, something deep and powerful, something that
had been locked inside, sleeping, but was now rousing.
It was a palpable thing, stretching,
expanding, and then suddenly coursing its way up until I felt it in my chest,
pressing at my insides. Then it was emitting from my torso, a strong,
unstoppable flow of energy releasing outward into the room.
Instinctually, I seized Jameson’s arm,
drawing it closer, my eyes locking on his ailment.
I didn’t notice the gasps or the fact that
the class was now watching us. I was only aware of the force emanating from
within me.
This lasted several seconds until the
feeling ran out, like it had run on a tank of gas that was now empty.
Exhausted, I dropped my hand from his to
brace it on the table and took in deep breaths, recovering.
The room was silent. No one was working on
their castings in hushed whispers. There was no scuffing of tools against the
wooden tables. There was nothing.
I looked up and found the remnants of the
rash Estelle had cast were gone completely from Jameson’s arm. But something
else had happened. The scar above his lip had lessened too. Lifting my head
farther, I found Karin’s hair had turned from blonde to brown, her natural
shade judging from the color of her eyebrows. Ms. Boudreaux stood straighter. A
girl near the door was staring in amazement at her palm muttering, “It’s gone.”
The Caldwells no longer had any signs of a rash ever having occurred.
“What…What just happened?” I asked
tentatively.
Jameson, who had been holding his breath,
let it out in a rush. “That wasn’t me, Jocelyn. It was you. It came from you.”
“It was both of you,” Ms. Boudreaux
corrected, suddenly standing next to us. “Jameson channeled your core ability,
Jocelyn. He enhanced the energy but it was you who produced it.” She was about
to turn and head back to her spot in the corner but hesitated. “Thank you.”
Then she loosened her limbs and strolled to her seat.
Only then did I understand what had taken
place. Jameson and I, together, had healed the entire class.
About the author:
Laury Falter is the author of the bestselling Guardian Trilogy. She
writes young adult paranormal romances and urban fantasy when she's not
taking her stray dogs for a walk or enjoying a date night with her
husband.
Laury has released two series, the Guardian Trilogy and the Residue
Series (a spinoff of the Guardian Trilogy books), and is currently
releasing her third series, the Apocalypse Chronicles.
To learn more about Laury and her novels, visit her at:
Giveaways:
Three (3) signed
copies of Residue; US only
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(8) ecopies of Residue: Mobi or Nook only; gifted from Amazon or B&N; open
internationally
4 comments:
jur cartea asta ma duce cu gandul la mesaje de dincolo
fata de pe coperta e frumoasa tare <3
Cartea asta seamana cu una aparuta la noi , pfoa ca nu-mi vine acum care
coperta asta ma duce cu gandul la zana lacului ( sau ceva d acest gen)
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