Whisper by Heather Hildenbrand
New Adult Paranormal Fantasy
Now, after five months at the Skye View Wellness Center, it was summer. A time for parties and friends, but that’s the last thing I want to do. So when my best friend Erin convinces me to attend a bonfire at Eagle Point, I can’t handle the crowd full of sympathetic stares or drunken class clowns who would use my tragedy as a way into my heart – or my pants. The solitude of the woods offers an escape, until I stumble upon a boy, unconscious and bleeding, his pockets stuffed not with identification but with poetry illustrating the beauty of dying. I’ve seen enough death. I will not leave this boy’s side.
Even after he wakes, when the only thing he can remember are visions of events that haven’t happened yet…
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Excerpt
The
gold dress was both beautiful and evil all at once.
I
stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, frowning until my
face hurt and contemplating how Erin would react if I showed up to my
party wearing jeans and a sweatshirt instead.
My
reflection reminded me of the vision, and even though Dylan said it
wasn’t this exact dress, it felt close enough—the shimmery, silky
material that felt like water in my hands, the way it pooled at my
feet even with my strappy heels. It was as if the dress itself held
the ability to make that vision a reality simply by wearing it. But I
had nothing else.
I
told myself it was my own fears reflecting back. Fancy fabric
couldn’t manifest a destiny any more than a person could fight it.
But, although the sun still blazed with late afternoon heat, the day
felt ominous. Or maybe it was me.
Taregan
hadn’t made a play—hell, he hadn’t made a peep—since our
parking lot encounter. That’d been days ago. I wanted to find out
whether his blood ritual had worked, but Dylan refused to contact
him. For any reason. Every time I brought it up, his fury worked its
way into his tense jaw and then his pursed lips and I gave up. The
warrior wouldn’t budge.
Time,
on the other hand, only moved forward. And now we were here, my
birthday.
Dylan
was in his room, supposedly showering, though I’d checked on him
twice already, and he’d been standing in the middle of his room,
eyes glued to another history book he’d brought up from the stacks.
A last-minute loophole search. So far, nothing.
I
strained my ears and thought I heard the sound of water running. I’d
give him ten more minutes and then check again.
Thinking
of Dylan, picturing his face, was enough to make me tremble. And it
had nothing to do with Taregan or curses or anything beyond my own
body’s lust thermometer. I locked my knees against the weakness
that threatened as I thought back to the other night in the library.
Hands and mouths exploring, asking, taking. There had been a moment,
though brief, where nerves had threatened to shut me down. But then
Dylan had removed his clothes and the way he looked in the soft light
of the fire, his broad chest and satin shoulders, had taken my breath
away. And given me a confidence only our kind of unerring love could.
After that, it had been …
Was
there a word for something that amazing?
About the Author:
Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper, and the Dirty Blood series. I write, read, and fuss at my kids. Oh, and I do laundry, lots of laundry. I’m pretty good at it, too. Sometimes I even read WHILE doing laundry – and fussing at my kids. I’m a multi-tasker. For more information on my books, release dates, or just general stalker material, um, I mean FAN material, visit my website. www.heatherhildenbrand.blogspot.com. I love hearing from readers!
Likes and dislikes? I love vintage tees, hate socks with sandals, and if my house was on fire the one thing I’d grab is my Amazon Fire TV! (oh yeah, I’m a fan of puns.)
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