"It was another great book by Elle Middaugh. I fell in love with this series because it was so different from what I have read. There aren't really many books that have elemental inspiration within them." - Courtney, Goodreads
Published: July 24th, 2017
Valerie Moore is an Elemental, a person who commands one of the classical elements of wind, water, fire, or earth. She’s special, though. She controls two—fire and water—though sometimes it seems like they control her.
After the accidental exposure of Elementals to humanity, Valerie finds herself—and all of her kind—struggling to attain equality. Three different groups fight to secure leadership, and with all of their hidden agendas, she doesn’t know which side to choose. The balance between peaceful cohabitation and all-out war is precarious, at best.
When a chance meeting brings Val and earth Elemental Cade Landston back together, everything changes. She realizes what she knew in the beginning—that he’s the one she wants. Her desire to win him over draws her closer to him, and his vengeful mission to hunt down her murderous grandfather brings them both closer to trouble.
From mysterious doppelgangers to reckless rescue missions, scapegoat bombings, and evolving Elemental powers, Valerie strains to keep up.
All she knows is she must stop her grandfather at all costs. To do so, she has to figure out the truth, but how can she do so when almost everyone she knows has been telling lies?
Then
he kissed me.
EXCERPT
Panic
set in at the thought of losing him again, and before I could stop it, ice
spread into a crystalized path between us. It wanted to reach out and hold on to
him, to keep him there with me, and I could definitely empathize.
I know, it’s depressing,
I thought to my element, but we can’t
make him stay. Sighing, I pulled the water back in, feeling more connected
to it than I ever had before.
“Sorry,”
I said, my voice barely a whisper. I should’ve had the icy outbursts under
control by then.
Every
time Cade and I crossed paths, it was a small miracle, but any relief at
finding him alive was eclipsed by the fear of possibly finding him dead the
next time. The odds were stacked against us. The game we were playing was much
bigger than us, and I was pretty sure neither of us had any idea what we were
doing.
He
bridged our gap in two steps and took my face in his palms. They were warm and
smelled like cypress and evergreens. His green eyes were bright and buzzing
with some secret emotion. I hoped it was longing, because then we could match.
The
muscles in his jaw and neck were strung tight, like he was fighting something
inside.
“No,”
he said. “I’m sorry…for everything.”
Then
he kissed me.
His
fingers tangled in my hair and my body curled into him.
A
light ignited in me, one I never knew existed. My soul felt like a sleeping
star that had finally awoken and burst into flames. The shine of it radiated
through my whole body, a blinding white light that blocked out the world around
me.
My
lips were so numb and tingly that I barely realized it when he pulled away. My
feet were on the ground, but my mind was still floating up in space.
His
chest heaved with uneven breaths. “And I’m sorry for that.”
I
blinked slowly. I was certain the universe didn’t make apologies for moments of
perfection. Besides, there was no apology in the world that could encompass
what had just occurred.
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About the author:
Elle Middaugh lives in the Allegheny Mountains outside of Clearfield, Pennsylvania, with her wonderful husband and three beautiful children. Most of her time is spent raising kids, writing stories, playing video games, reading, and attempting to keep a clean house.
She’s a proud Navy wife, a frazzle-brained mother, a fan of health and fitness, a lover of hot tea and iced tea, and a believer in happily ever afters.
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