Seventeen-year-old Bryar Rose has a problem. She’s descended from one of the three magical races—shifters, fairies, or witches. That makes her one of the Magicorum, and Magicorum always follow a fairy tale life template. In Bryar’s case, that template should be Sleeping Beauty.
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Release Date: October 31st, 2017
Seventeen-year-old Bryar Rose has a problem. She’s descended from one of the three magical races—shifters, fairies, or witches. That makes her one of the Magicorum, and Magicorum always follow a fairy tale life template. In Bryar’s case, that template should be Sleeping Beauty.
“Should” being the key word.
Trouble is, Bryar is nowhere near the sleeping beauty life template. Not even close. She doesn’t like birds or woodland creatures. She can’t sing. And she certainly can’t stand Prince Philpot, the so-called “His Highness of Hedge Funds” that her aunties want her to marry. Even worse, Bryar’s having recurring dreams of a bad boy hottie and is obsessed with finding papyri from ancient Egypt. What’s up with that?
All Bryar wants is to attend a regular high school with normal humans and forget all about shifters, fairies, witches, and the curse that Colonel Mallory the Magnificent placed on her. And she might be able to do just that--if only she can just keep her head down until her eighteenth birthday when the spell that’s ruined her life goes buh-bye.
But that plan gets turned upside down when Bryar Rose meets Knox, the bad boy who’s literally from her dreams. Knox is a powerful werewolf, and his presence in her life changes everything, and not just because he makes her knees turn into Jell-O. If Bryar can’t figure out who—or what—she really is, it might cost both her and Knox their lives... as well as jeopardize the very nature of magic itself.
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Something about his words just smell off to me, although I can’t imagine why I’m smelling sentences. “You’re totally lying.”
EXCERPT
Nothing in this rickety old elevator is solid metal. The grid-like walls seem about as sturdy as a chain-link fence. And the door looks like it could crumple any second. My pulse races. Knox starts pulling on some levers along the ceiling, and the elevator lurches to life. I’m not going to lie; at this point, I freak out like a total sissy.
Without even thinking about it, I wrap my arms around Knox’s waist, bury my nose in his neck, and squeeze my eyes shut. “Tell me when it’s over.”
He lets out a rumbling chuckle. “I will.”
A few seconds pass during which I dig my nails into Knox’s back. “Why aren’t we moving?”
“We’re, uh, stuck.”
Something about his words just smell off to me, although I can’t imagine why I’m smelling sentences. “You’re totally lying.”
“Well, yeah.” He wraps his right arm around me, resting his heavy palm on the small of my back.
Uh-oh. I’m alone in a broom-closet-elevator thing with Knox. My body is pressed against his very firm and super-rugged self. Worst of all, he smells unbelievably amazing. I try to firm up my resolve. This is the part where I tell him he’s a jerk and I step away.
Maybe I slap him on the cheek like in an old-time movie.
Or, I could at least yell at him to start the stupid elevator again.
But I do none of those things. Standing here and being held really is simply way too nice.
Knox lowers his left arm from the levers in the ceiling. His fingertips brush along my jawline while his thumb runs across my lower lip. My insides flip-flop at his touch, and it’s not necessarily a bad feeling.
Little by little, Knox guides my face upward so I’m no longer nuzzling his neck, but staring into his eyes. He has these ice-blue irises. I never noticed before, but there’s a lot of gold in them as well.
“I want to kiss you, Bry.” His voice is a deep rasp that’s so strong I feel it in my chest, too.
I try to think of something romantic and magical to say. After all, I’m pretty sure I’m about to have my first kiss. It feels like there should be some ceremony. Instead, all I can think about is how Knox has a really yummy-looking mouth. So all my plans for verbal fireworks go out the window.
I only whisper a single word. “Okay.”
Our lips meet in the barest touch. Excitement zings through me. I fist the fabric of Knox’s T-shirt. Someone growls, and I think it might be me, which is super-weird. Although I’ve never done this before, so maybe growling is totally normal. I could not care less either way because now we’re both opening our mouths as we move past the gentle brushing stuff. I’m not going to lie. It feels amazing. Knox angles my head, and I go with his lead. His tongue licks along my bottom lip, and my knees turn wobbly beneath me.
For the record, I really wish I had started kissing earlier in life. Because if this is what I’ve been missing out on? I’m downright nuts. Some kind of connection forms between us. It’s so intense it could even be supernatural. My blood heats in ways I never imagined.
Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers.
Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
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FAIRY TALES OF THE MAGICORUM
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2. Shifters And Glyphs (Fall 2018)
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