Residue
Author: Laury Falter
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 2012
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Description:
When Jocelyn Weatherford is whisked away from a preparatory academy
in upstate New York to live with her extended family in New Orleans, she
is unprepared to encounter the dangers awaiting her. Yet even as she is
thrust into an unfamiliar world of witches and voodoo magic, the
greatest threat of all may be the boy she has fallen for.
While
handsome and charming, he is also a Caldwell...a member of the family
the Weatherford's have been feuding with for centuries. As their
forbidden love grows it becomes the volatile spark that forever changes
their world and everyone in it.
Included on the Following
Goodreads Lists: Best Supernatural Series, Young Adult Romance, Books
That Should Be Made Into Movies, Favorite Books, Books That Should Get
More Attention, Best Female Characters from YA and Children's Fantasty
and Science Fiction
The directions I followed, took me to a quiet side street lined with
worn buildings, and more specifically, to an unmarked, weathered door
along a row of doors looking remarkably the same.
Without the
typical store sign or even a window to peer in, I didn’t know whether I
might walk into someone’s house. To be on the safe side, I knocked.
The
door rattled loosely against its frame and then settled. A few moments
passed and no one came, so I knocked again. Again, there was no answer.
Wondering if the directions were wrong, I tried the door handle.
It was unlocked, which almost surprised me. Opening it a crack, I
peered inside.
While it was incredibly dim inside, lit only by
candles held in wall sconces and open lanterns hanging from the ceiling,
I could see that it was actually a store. Disheveled and poorly laid
out with towering wooden bookshelves stuffed with merchandise, I
couldn’t see all that far inside.
“Hello?” I called out without receiving an answer back.
Figuring they may be in the storage room, if one even existed, I stepped inside.
“Hello?”
No one responded so I moved farther down the aisle.
This
was no regular OfficeMax or OfficeDepot. It didn’t even resemble a
college bookstore. In the place of textbooks on biology, calculus, and
the English dictionary there were witch almanacs, spell books for
solitary witches, and tomes on spells and rituals for every purpose.
Where pens and paper should have been, there were tarot card stacks and
candles of every color, style, and size imaginable. Canisters of
countless herbs, stones, and gems replaced impulse-purchase bins of
calculators and keychain flashlights.
What exactly am I supposed to buy in here? I wondered.
Then,
just as I reached the cash register, which looked like an antique ready
for a museum, the store’s front door opened, allowing in a thin stretch
of light down the side aisle. I listened as the store’s most recent
patron strolled toward the back, where I now stood when the scratchy
voice of an older woman drew my attention away.
She hobbled out from the back room, hunched and bracing herself against the counter as she walked.
“What you lookin’ for?” she asked.
Hesitating, I didn’t know quite how to explain it and then settled on the most basic of answers. “My school supplies.”
She
lifted her chin in a brief gesture of acknowledgement and then shuffled
down the long counter, stopping at nearly the end of it. From there,
she withdrew a clothed bundle, tied with twine at the top. Rather than
carrying it back to me, she dragged it, drawing up dust where it had
settled. Leaving it before me, she then held out her hand for payment.
“Eighty-five dollars.”
I placed the cash in her palm and she dropped it in a canvas bag beneath the register, without bothering to count it.
“You got the potent kind,” she stated.
“The what?”
“They’re dangerous,” she warned. “Watch yerself with them.”
Interestingly,
I wasn’t the least bit surprised that whatever the brisk woman sleeping
across the hall from me had ordered on my behalf wasn’t safe.
“All right,” I shrugged. I wasn’t quite sure what was in the bundle or how I should treat them to prevent inflicting harm.
Then
several things happened simultaneously. Just as I turned around to
leave, the person waiting patiently in line behind me spoke. And just as
he spoke, the room broke into chaos.
The wall sconce candles
flickered first. Next the tarot cards lifted from their spot on the
shelves as if a brisk wind had picked up and carried them, disheveled,
through the air. Then heavier things began to move. Candles darted off
the shelves like projectiles, hitting the walls with enough force to
leave wax marks. Books slid off and slammed to the floor or against the
bookshelves opposite them. The ceiling lanterns swung fiercely from side
to side, slamming against the whitewash to send down chunks of plaster.
The glass canisters banged against each other threatening to break.
That
was when I felt arms around me, pulling me to the ground, and a body
covering me, solid and secure. My top hat was gone and hands now covered
my head with elbows pressed against my ears, dimming the sound of the
destruction around us. With my face covered by my own hands and my body
in a crouched position, only my legs were exposed.
I had to give the person credit. Despite the devastation going on around us, nothing touched me.
It
raged for several seconds, prolonging the demolition of this elderly
woman’s store. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it came to a
screeching halt.
My protector’s hands freed my ears and the body
stretched across my back moved away. That was when I heard the voice. It
was comforting, concerned, and a little uncertain. I was instantly
drawn to it, realizing a ridiculous urge to listen to it endlessly. I
couldn’t help feeling foolish, especially since his question was so
understandable given the circumstances.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
I felt a hand, warm and firm, on my shoulder, coaxing me to react.
Releasing the breath I’d been holding, I stood and blinked a few times, clearing the haziness in my head.
“Never been better,” I muttered and when he handed my top hat back I heard him chuckle.
A
quick look around told me that the elderly woman had survived unharmed
but her store had not. Every piece of merchandise now lay broken,
littering the floor.
Without any warning whatsoever, she launched
in to a tirade, speaking rapidly and in French, a language I hadn’t
learned well enough yet. Then she stopped suddenly, to my surprise, with
a chuckle, wide eyed and beaming.
I chalked it up to delirium
at seeing her store destroyed at some unknown phenomenon until her other
patron standing beside me spoke.
“Huh…” he mumbled.
“What?”
I asked, still battling the surreal state I was in, watching as the
woman shrugged and disappeared into the back room still chuckling.
Then
he chuckled to himself, surprised. “She said she’s never seen this
before. Apparently she’s read about it and been told of it but hadn’t
witnessed it herself.”
“Witnessed what?” I asked, taking my sack of school supplies.
He
laughed again, farther down in his chest. “Well…” He cleared his throat
uncomfortably. “She thinks she just saw the introduction of two fated
lovers.”
“Really? Who?” I asked, my head swiveling back and forth
now, profoundly intrigued and looking for the people they were
referring to, the two whom they believed to be the cause of this mess.
He hesitated and then spoke deep, firm, and with certainty. “She meant us.”
Laury Falter is the bestselling author of the Guardian Trilogy
(Fallen, Eternity, & Reckoning). When she isn't writing, she likes
to take her two stray dogs for walks and enjoy date nights with her
husband.
Laury's debut novel, Fallen, hit Amazon's Top 100 list
in three genres and the remaining two books in the trilogy made showings
in the Top 100 of the same genres as well. With a new series available,
Residue, about a teenage girl who learns she is a witch and falls in
love with a boy from a feuding family, her reader following continues to
grow rapidly.
Author’s Links:
Website: lauryfalter.com
Twitter page: twitter.com/LauryFalter
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Goodreads page: goodreads.com/author/show/4061922.Laury_Falter
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