Blurb:
On Cleo’s first day at St.
Aloysius Gonzaga Academy, things get pretty weird pretty fast. After being
confronted by a strangely hostile boy, she meets two girls and instantly bonds
with them. Before long danger threatens the entire student body, in the form of
a soul eating possessor fae. When her brother is savagely beaten and left in a
coma, the girls decide to use their fae powers to become
superheroes and stop the possessions.
Excerpt:
A boy in the back row faked a cough. “Squaw.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? Wow, talk about a
welcome.”
“So leave.”
Heat flooded through me, but I shoved it down. I wouldn’t
let this pig get a rise out of me. “Because of racist jerks like you? I’d have
nowhere to go.” Most the kids in the class looked confused. Apparently they had
no idea he had essentially called me a dirty whore. Historically, the word had
simply referred to the dutiful wife, but modern language had twisted it into a
slur. My chin rose as I took a long, slow breath and spoke in a carefully
measured tone. I flashed him a fake smile that didn’t touch the rest of my
features. “Besides, you think you have what it takes to send me running with my
tail between my legs?”
He stood up, I guessed about six-and-a-half feet of him. His
skin was darker than mine, but with the olive undertone of the Mediterranean.
His brown hair was deliberately messy, his brown eyes hard and cold. He was big
in every dimension, with broad beefy shoulders, sculpted arms and legs. Dark
stubble peppered the rounded chin lowered toward his chest. “I think you won’t
last a week here at Saint Algo.”
Mrs. Reid shook a finger at him. “Logan Ricci, is that any
way to speak to your fellow students? We should welcome others with light and
warmth.”
I suppressed the fire growing inside me, resisting the urge
to show him some light. I closed my eyes and took a few more deep breaths,
calming myself and finding my center. My temper was getting harder to control,
and with it my abilities. Whoever thought having someone come into supernatural
powers at the same time they started puberty wasn’t really using the old
cranium. I minimized my time soaking in the starlight, but the fire and
combustion born in their fiery hearts still fought to be released.
About
the Author
Elizabeth has a near crippling Facebook addiction, dwarfed
only by her need for Dr. Pepper. A self-proclaimed techno geek, she loves cell phones, computers, tablets and all
things technological. The internet has to be the greatest invention since the
wheel, in her opinion. She lives in a quiet subdivision with her husband,
one-year-old son, three cats, and far too many electronics. It’s quite possible
she has some raccoon in her DNA, because she loves glitter and anything that
sparkles. She enjoys making jewelry and costumes. Halloween is her favorite
holiday since it’s the one day of the year that you can be whatever you want.
But her first love will always be writing. Otherwise, hearing voices in her
head would make her feel schizophrenic.
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