An engrossing, complex, romantic fantasy perfect for fans of Kristin Cashore or Maggie Stiefvater, set in a wholly unique world.
Salome Montgomery fears winter—the cold, the snow, the ice, but most of all, the frozen pond she fell through as a child. Haunted by the voices and images of the strange beings that pulled her to safety, she hasn’t forgotten their warning to "stay away." For eleven years, she has avoided the winter woods, the pond, and the darkness that lurks nearby. But when failing health takes her grandparents to Arizona, she is left in charge of maintaining their estate. This includes the "special gifts" that must be left at the back of the property.
Salome discovers she’s a key player in a world she’s tried for years to avoid. At the center of this world is the strange and beautiful Nevin, who she finds trespassing on her family’s property. Cursed with dark secrets and knowledge of the creatures in the woods, his interactions with Salome take her life in a new direction. A direction where she’ll have to decide between her longtime crush Colton, who could cure her fear of winter. Or Nevin who, along with an appointed bodyguard, Gareth, protects her from the darkness that swirls in the snowy backdrop. An evil that, given the chance, will kill her.
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The sky darkened with ominous
storm clouds. Giant flakes fell onto my face, sticking to my eyelashes and
cheeks. Snow blew unhindered across the yard into what looked like small
tornadoes.
Oh
God. It’s happening again. The frigid air. The creaking of the treetops beneath
the wind. Even the way the snow blew across the yard.
I only had one more feeder. Just
needed to toss the seeds in then I could leave. Be safe.
The pond water rippled, while the
trees bent beneath the strong gusts. Soon, everything became so white I
couldn’t see the house. In the distance a strange tinkling sounded, like dozens
of wind chimes.
What had the shrink told me to
do?
Ten,
nine, eight. Breathe. Seven, six, five. Shit!
Panic stole my thoughts. I backed
away from the pond as the flurries swirled toward me. Chasing me.
Then, I bumped into
something—something that felt quite human. A firm chest, arms, hands. Not
something, someone. A shriek
tumbled from my lips and I spun around to face my captor.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” a
soft masculine voice said, pale hands clinging to my arms as he kept me from
falling.
My gaze followed those long
fingers, up black leather sleeves, to the most gorgeous face I’d ever seen. My
breath caught in my throat. I’m
gawking. But I couldn’t help it. His raven hair shot with strands of
blue, his face pale and perfect, like an ice sculptor had chiseled it into
existence. His eyes—oh God, his eyes. They were the palest blue I’d ever seen.
Glacial. He had to be over six feet tall, muscles evident through the tight
shirt he wore beneath an unzipped jacket.
His mouth turned up at the
corners as if enjoying my scrutiny. A cocky grin that made my cheeks warm.
“You’re trespassing.” I tried to
keep the tremble from my voice. “This is private property, or can’t you read
the signs?” Bravo, that’s right, scare
him off with your bitchiness.
He chuckled. And it sounded like
the low song of the chimes. “Doris doesn’t mind me coming around. In fact, I’ve
met you before, Salome.”
My name on his lips made my knees
go buttery. I groaned inwardly.
“You know my grandma?” I fidgeted
with the bucket still in hand.
He gave a nod. “Yeah, I’ve known
her for years. But I haven’t seen you since you were a child.”
Warning bells went off in my
mind, but I pushed them aside. If he knew my grandma, then he must be okay.
“Funny, I don’t remember you at all.”
“Don’t you, Salome?” Strands of
my hair blew about my face. He reached a hand out as if to touch them then
stopped, dropping his arms back to his side.
“No. Grandma’s never mentioned
you.”
He gave me another cocky grin.
“Well then, maybe we should be reacquainted.”
“Or maybe not.” I snorted. “I’m
not sure how you got on the property, Grandma keeps all the gates locked.”
He produced an antique-looking
skeleton key. “She gave me this. Like I said, Doris has known me for a long
time.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be
a jerk or anything, it’s just my grandma never mentioned I’d have visitors.” In
fact, I wondered why she didn’t ask this guy to watch her house instead of me.
The arrogance left his face and
he stared at me. “Perhaps, we can try this again.” He held his hand out to me.
“I’m Nevin.”
About
Rebekah:
Rebekah was born and raised in Michigan (just look for the mitten-shaped state
on the map). She’s lived there most of her life other than the few years she spent
in the U.S. Army. At which time she got a chance to experience MO, KS,
SC, and CA.
She works
full time for the court system and in her free time she writes YA stories.
Pretty much any genre within the YA realm is game for her, but her favorites
are fantasy, urban fantasy, paranormal romance, thrillers, light sci-fi, and some
time travel.
She also
has a big family–she like to considers them the modern day Brady Bunch. When
her hubby and her met and got married, he had 3 children from a previous
marriage, she had 2 and have 1
together. It’s a lot of fun though.
And she
can’t forget her other family members–yep, they’ve got some pets: 4
dogs, 3 cats, and 1 turtle. Everyone in the family has one…she won’t
bore you all with their names (unless you really want to know). Okay, you
talked her into it! Jack, Pearl, Grr…(yes that’s her dog’s name), Callie,
Shadow, Mooshoo, Grouchy, and Sorbert. Other than writing some of her other
hobbies include: reading (mostly YA of course), singing, swimming, football,
soccer, running, camping, sledding, church, hanging with her kids, and traveling.
She belong
to a fabulous writing group called YA Fiction Fantatics (YAFF) and you guessed
it they all write YA!
REPPED
by Jennifer Mishler and Frances Black of Literary Counsel.
And
that’s her in a big ‘ol nutshell.
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