"He leaned in close to my ear, and his hand grazed my thigh. "I forgot to mention this morning," he paused, letting enough time go by that my body caved and pulled toward him like gravity, "I plan on making sure you miss your dinner date with jock boy tonight.""
Description:
When everything else is lost, there is always hope.
While most teens want an epic senior year, Trinity Whitebone hoped for a normal one. Being seventeen was hard enough. Having the emotions of everyone around you in your head made life more than a little difficult.
Until Blain Heros enrolled.
He screamed hot-god in jeans with just his walk. His intense stare warmed her skin like a thousand suns. Unfortunately, his interest in her seemed to run from blazing to freezing in the span of moments and left her nothing but confused. She could deal with things not being normal, but when life goes from strange to dangerous…
Trinity is the direct descendant of Pandora and fated to rectify the terrors released into the world by her curious ancestor. With powers she didn’t know existed and abilities she never wanted, Trinity tries to walk away from everything her life had become. She thought she could turn her back on her fate, until a band of rogue immortals discover who she is and will do whatever it takes to control her powers. Trinity is left with one decision…Embrace fate or die trying.
EXCERPT
"Hey," I said, expecting Crystal, then stopped, stunned by the person standing in front of me. No, person didn't really fit– freaking hot god was more like it.
His dark jeans fit low around his hips. The solid black T- shirt provided a nice peek-a-boo at what would show underneath, and when my eyes met his ocean blue ones, I was a goner.
We stared at each other a few more seconds. The breeze outside messed up his wheat colored hair, making him look even hotter.
My day was looking up, until he spoke. "Looks like you forgot to brush your hair this morning." His eyes ran down my body, briefly stopping at my chest, which made me remember I didn't have a bra on. My breathing increased. "And you should really brush your teeth." What the hell?
I stepped back; even though he'd offended me, I could only imagine how my breath smelled. "Who are you, the fashion police?" I folded my arms over my chest. The way he looked at me was like he could see right through me. Or at least was trying too.
"Nice try. Look, I think we should talk about what happened the other night." He took a step closer, as if about to walk past me, but I blocked him, pulling the door a little closer to me.
"What are you talking about?" I frowned at him. Was he the reason I couldn't remember anything?
"I'm talking about the fight, the kiss, and the way we left things." He stepped back, running his fingers through his hair, and then he went on. "I'm sorry. There, I said it. I'm just...you're just..." He stopped again and began pacing in front of me.
"I've never had these sorts of feelings. And to have them for you." He gestured to me with a wave of his hand. "I'm your guardian for God's sake. I'm supposed to be able to protect you, but you're just so damn frustrating to be around sometimes.”
I stopped listening when he said guardian, suddenly
remembering a certain dream I had last night. The old woman had told me not to mention the dream to anyone but my guardian. What the hell was going on?
"Are you even listening to a word I'm telling you?" The nasty snap in his tone tore me from my thoughts. But before I could do or say anything to him, he moved so fast his image blurred, and he stood in front of me.
His clear blue eyes were now a brewing storm, and his arms wrapped around my waist. I didn't pull away because as soon as he pulled me to him, I didn't want to be anywhere else. My whole body became acutely aware of him, his earthy scent, his minty breath, and then his soft lips as they crashed down to mine.
His dark jeans fit low around his hips. The solid black T- shirt provided a nice peek-a-boo at what would show underneath, and when my eyes met his ocean blue ones, I was a goner.
We stared at each other a few more seconds. The breeze outside messed up his wheat colored hair, making him look even hotter.
My day was looking up, until he spoke. "Looks like you forgot to brush your hair this morning." His eyes ran down my body, briefly stopping at my chest, which made me remember I didn't have a bra on. My breathing increased. "And you should really brush your teeth." What the hell?
I stepped back; even though he'd offended me, I could only imagine how my breath smelled. "Who are you, the fashion police?" I folded my arms over my chest. The way he looked at me was like he could see right through me. Or at least was trying too.
"Nice try. Look, I think we should talk about what happened the other night." He took a step closer, as if about to walk past me, but I blocked him, pulling the door a little closer to me.
"What are you talking about?" I frowned at him. Was he the reason I couldn't remember anything?
"I'm talking about the fight, the kiss, and the way we left things." He stepped back, running his fingers through his hair, and then he went on. "I'm sorry. There, I said it. I'm just...you're just..." He stopped again and began pacing in front of me.
"I've never had these sorts of feelings. And to have them for you." He gestured to me with a wave of his hand. "I'm your guardian for God's sake. I'm supposed to be able to protect you, but you're just so damn frustrating to be around sometimes.”
I stopped listening when he said guardian, suddenly
remembering a certain dream I had last night. The old woman had told me not to mention the dream to anyone but my guardian. What the hell was going on?
"Are you even listening to a word I'm telling you?" The nasty snap in his tone tore me from my thoughts. But before I could do or say anything to him, he moved so fast his image blurred, and he stood in front of me.
His clear blue eyes were now a brewing storm, and his arms wrapped around my waist. I didn't pull away because as soon as he pulled me to him, I didn't want to be anywhere else. My whole body became acutely aware of him, his earthy scent, his minty breath, and then his soft lips as they crashed down to mine.
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About the author:
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.
sounds like a great read, thanks
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