Author: Kristin Coley
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2016
A missing boy...a girl haunted by answers.
Addie's kept her ability secret her entire life. When a local boy goes missing though she's forced to expose herself as she enlists the aid of a suspicious hero to chance a harrowing rescue.
Jake's determined to resist the crazy girl asking for help but can't when he realizes she knows more than she should. He's forced to keep her safe knowing her knowledge could get her killed if the wrong people found out.
Their reluctant alliance will unearth secrets that push them towards a dangerous situation neither could have anticipated.
Hidden truths never stay hidden for long.
A paranormal romance/mystery novel.
Some situations may be inappropriate for younger readers.
I scrounged up my courage as I approached them. I needed him. I knew this, had from the moment his face formed in my mind. We were connected, he just didn’t know it yet. They stared at me as it became clear I was walking toward them.
“You lost, princess?” One of them called to me. The others laughed, one gripping his crotch. I ignored them, my eyes never leaving Jake. His face was blank. He wasn’t participating in their taunting, but he also wasn’t going to stop them. A moment of doubt gripped me as I wondered if this was a good idea.
“Looking for a good time?” Another one leered at me, his eyes glued to my chest.
“No.” I responded shortly, walking right up to the face that was going to help me find the kid. His eyes studied me, giving me a quick once over before locking on my face. Unlike the other guys I didn’t have the impression he was checking me out but instead analyzing a threat. I suppressed a shudder at the coldness in his eyes.
“You looking to buy?” Another guy asked, his eyes hooded. His question alerted me to the fact that these guys were drug dealers. I shook my head slightly, my gaze still focused on Jake.
“Can we talk?” I asked, my attention never leaving him. I could tell he wanted to refuse and I wouldn’t allow that. I reached out, my hand brushing his arm, saying, “Please.”
The other guys laughed and catcalled, apparently thinking I was coming on to him. I saw the refusal in his eyes, the slight shake of his head warning me away, but I couldn't leave. He was my chance at rescuing that kid and I was determined.
“Jake.” I barely breathed his name, a soft sound, but he heard me. I saw his eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face when suddenly he gripped my arm and dragged me away from the other guys.
I stumbled at his sudden move but this was what I wanted so I kept up. I glanced back to see the other guys laughing as they resumed talking. We were several feet away by now under the bleachers where no one could hear us.
“What did you call me?” He said, his words low and vicious.
“Jake.” I repeated, confused. I was positive that was his name, the same way I knew he would drive me into the woods and help me find a kidnapped boy. “That’s your name.” I said, confident. He shook me slightly, his grip still tight on my arm.
“No, it isn’t.” He growled and I realized he didn’t want me to call him that. I didn’t know why but that wasn’t a priority to me right now.
“I need your help.” I told him, getting to the point of why we were here. I heard the bell in the distance but I already knew I wasn’t going to class. As soon as I could get him to agree, we were leaving.
He looked at me as if I was insane. “Who do you think I am?” He snapped the question at me, crossing his arms over his chest, attempting to threaten me with his size. Which very well might have worked if I didn’t know the answer to his question. The guys he had been hanging with were skinny teenagers, they hadn’t had a chance to fill out and they definitely didn't work out. This guy did. He towered over me, his muscles bulging under his shirt, his shoulders broad. I had no desire to cross him, but I also knew his secret now. I figured that made us even since I only needed him for the afternoon.
I adore chocolate chip cookies, romance novels, and alone time. I live in south Louisiana with a collection of rescued dogs and cats. All of who are the loves of my life and well aware of the fact. Spoiled would be a good word to describe them. Writing is currently a hobby since it doesn’t pay the bills but my fond hope is one day I can consider it a full time job. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes. Currently I spend my days wrangling tech guys in my job as an IT manager. I squeeze writing in between reading plus a million other things like cleaning. Guess what usually wins?
Btw, I need to clean my house.