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BLURB:
Sixteen-year-old
Leah Grant has given up on being normal. She’d settle for stopping the voices
in her head, intrusive visions of the future, and better odds of making it to
her seventeenth birthday.
That’s
the thing about pretending to be human in a world where magic used to exist –
at any moment, her cover could be blown and she’ll be burned to death like the
rest of the witches.
Everything
changes when she loses control of her powers and flees the orphanage she grew
up in. She desperately wants to be invisible but finds her face plastered on
every news channel as humans panic over the possible resurgence of her kind.
And now the hunters won’t give up until they find her.
Making
friends for the first time in her life and falling in love with one of them
drives her to discover why she is unlike any being she’s ever met – human or
otherwise. The dangerous powers inside of her that would repel Nathan, her new,
handsome reason for living, are priceless to some. The locked up forever kind
of priceless. And to others, they are too dangerous to allow her to live.
Let’s
hope she can stay hidden.
EXCERPT
A far second to oranges, the song I sang in
the shower every night had a way of soothing me. More than anything, it made me
tired enough to fall asleep. With Whitney gone, I didn’t have to whisper it.
The stars are out,
It’s time for bed.
Now close your eyes,
And rest your head.
May angels shield you with
their wings,
As you dream your little angel
dreams.
I didn’t recall composing that song, but
apparently, I used to think I was good and perfect like the angels. I knew
better now.
I stepped out of the shower and tugged a brush
through my unruly brown tangles. I stared into the mirror over the sink as I
started the song again. My skin screamed winter. I should be a warmer tan; I
looked less creepy in the summer. Maybe that was why the girls had been digging
into me so hard. I looked rather witchy. The unease that made them mock me was
probably their souls warning them, urging them to notice I was different and
dangerous.
At my worst, it feels like the fire that
could easily shoot from my palm is raging inside of me. My heart picks up, more
than when I’m scared. It pounds, I can’t hear. My blood dances, taunting me,
begging me to hurt whoever’s hurt me. And I know that I can. I feel that I can.
But I don’t. I breathe and pray and let the magic cool.
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and
mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in
Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds
and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with
interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical
questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.
Links
Website: mlathan.com
Twitter: @hiddenseries
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/hiddenseries/
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