Chosen (Fighting Fate #1)
Author: Paulina Ulrich
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: October 31, 2013
Description:
Nothing can
stand in the way of outspoken, rule-breaker-extraordinaire; Kaddy
Richston...except destiny. Born with a spitfire personality and a
take-no-nonsense attitude, Kaddy set her sights on being in a rock band and
leaving her small Wyoming town along with the painful memories of her past.
Kaddy knew she was a freak show with wildly colored hair and piercing gray eyes
but was determined to do whatever it took to depart her broken childhood and
make her own way.
But destiny
had other plans for her.
The
seemingly observant and mysterious Cole Huntington enters her life and becomes
the bump in the road Kaddy is trying to pave for her future. Striking blue
eyes, features to make any girl swoon, he's everything but the new-to-town bad
boy. Calm, cool, and always collected, he plans on unraveling every one of
Kaddy's dark secrets.
Hating him
from the start and trying to fight her insane attraction to him, Kaddy is
determined to undermine whatever intentions he has until she learns of a
destiny she never asked for. Getting throw into a battle that's been raging for
more than a thousand years, the fate of the world lies in Kaddy's hands as she learned
just how different she is. The only person she can turn to for answers is the
last person she'd want help from: the frustratingly attractive; Cole
Huntington, who seemed to dislike her rule-breaking as much as she dislikes his
rule-following.
“Kaddy, wait.” I heard Mike trailing me as I turned out of the Wheel Barrel.
I pressed a hand to my temple and sighed. “Yeah?”
“You okay? I know you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
Mike scratched the back of his head and looked down at me, worried.
“Maybe some lunch will help.”
“What I need is
sleep, and what needs to happen is for me to stop having these stupid
night terrors.” I leaned back against the hot brick building for a
moment.
“You can’t help it. It’s not your
fault.” Mike leaned on his shoulder next to me, his hands deep in his
apron pockets.
“I know, but I hate it. Why
can’t they stop?” I smacked my hand to my forehead and sighed. Against
my palm, my skin felt too warm. Was I getting sick? Great. It was the
last thing I needed. “Do I feel warm to you?” I dropped my hand and
looked over at Mike, giving him permission to touch me with a simple
confirmation from my eyes.
Slowly raising his
arm, the back of his hand pressed against my cheek. “Damn, Kaddy.
You’re burning up! Do you feel all right?”
I
shrugged. I did feel all right, just a little warm. “I feel fine. I need
some sleep. Promise to plan on going to bed early tonight?” I doubted
he would keep this promise. He and I always stayed up late writing
music.
Mike got a playful glint in his eye. “You know I’m a night owl. No promises there.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “We both are.”
Mike still had his hand pressed against my cheek until it
shifted up to tug his gray beanie down on my forehead. “Maybe it’s just
my awesome hat that’s making you overheat. Who wears a beanie in
August?” he joked and I playfully scowled at him as I readjusted the
knitted beanie.
“Oh, I’m sure that’s it,” I laughed and gave him a gentle punch on the arm.
“Whoa.” He took a step back. “You been working out or
something? That hurt.” Mike held his upper arm like I had socked it with
everything I had. I stood there waiting with my “really?” look and
raised my eyebrows in anticipation for his mischievous face to appear.
If Mike was anything, he was a jokester. Just like I expected, a few
seconds later, he cracked a smile on his lips and started laughing.
“You always think your little jokes are hilarious!” Even
when I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t stop his infectious laughter from
causing me to laugh.
“Kadster, we know I tell
the best jokes. I eat sarcasm for breakfast every day.” He winked and
wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I didn’t shy from his touch.
“So do I, but no one but you finds anything I say funny.” I
looked up at him as he walked me to the corner of the block, the
direction of home. Only Mike called me the Kadster. Actually, he had a
lot of nicknames for me and I didn’t mind it. He was one of the few I
would let getaway with calling me things other than my name.
“It’s because everyone is just jealous of the awesome friendship
we’ve had since we were eight. Haters gonna hate.” He shrugged and his
other hand pretended to dust off his shoulder. Mike was the only friend I
counted on for anything. Long ago, we made a pact, and so far, he’s
kept every word he promised to keep.
I love to write because if I didn’t then I wouldn’t be telling stories, I wouldn’t have gotten a degree in creative writing, and my insanely fluffy cat wouldn’t be “assisting” my writing by laying on the keyboard. I am the author of the Flightless Bird series (Flightless Bird, Broken Wings, Fair Feathered, & Timeless Sky) and the Fighting Fate series (Chosen). I was raised to big dream or don’t dream at all and my highly active imagination has been the cause behind many of my stories. I write because life wouldn't be as fun without the occasional break or two from reality. With my cat and a glass of iced tea nearby you can find me weaving stories and when I’m not writing, I’m out buying way too many cute shoes.
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