Luminescence Trilogy Box Set Release Blitz @JLWeil
Luminescence Trilogy Box Set
(Includes: Luminescence, Amethyst Tears, Moondust, and Darkmist)
Author: J.L. Weil
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 25th, 2016
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
The trilogy is now complete! Available for the first time, get all three books in the trilogy, Luminescence, Amethyst Tears, and Moondust in a boxset, including an all new novella, Darkmist.
Brianna Rafferty has come to embrace her extraordinary magical powers and what it means to be a clàr silte. Trouble is, not everyone is thrilled to have another witch encroaching on their territory.
One night Brianna finds herself at the wrong college party and bumps elbows with a girl who has made it her personal vendetta to make Brianna’s life a living hell. Amara Gabris is a witch with envious hair, a bad attitude, and the power to raise the dead.
Even though Brianna is uncertain about college—one thing is becoming painfully clear—witches are everywhere.
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Name: Gavin Mason
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: Lean but defined.
Hair: Midnight and unruly, that sexy-messy-I-just-got-out-of-bed
Tattoos: One, on the left side of his chest. But it’s not just any tattoo. The ink is spelled, making it more of a protection charm than body art.
Piercings: lower lip and brow
Profession: Being a badass 24-7…and keeping Brianna from getting into trouble.
Family: Lily & John (parents) Sophie and Jared (siblings) He is the middle child.
Loves: Brianna. Magic. Lucky Charms. Italian food.
Bad Habits: Ditching school. Using magic to ace tests and rearrange class schedule.
Supernatural abilities: A witch, who specializes in defense spells.
Inhaling a deep gush of flavored misty air, I rounded the corner to the backside of the building, rushing toward the parking lot. A strange prickly sensation climbed over me, like clashing with a cactus. I brushed it off and took the corner faster than planned, speeding up my retreat. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who apparently skipped out of school early today.
Leaning comfortably against the wall was an unfamiliar face, and in my haste, I smacked into him. Literally. My face connected with the solid front of his chest, hands clutching on the muscle of his biceps. In an impossible gut-reaction he caught me in his arms. We wavered a tad, but he managed to keep us erect instead of mortifying me further and tumbling us to the grass.
Damn. What else could happen today?
I forced my glance upward from the black cotton tee conformed to his chest, ready to apologize for my clumsiness. Heedless of how much I wanted to keep my head lowered, I’d rather run and forget this day happened. His hands tingled on my arms still holding me. It should have been too intimate for comfort, but I found the opposite to be true. A sense of safety came over me, probably because he had just saved me from falling all over him.
My hands released their grip and flattened on his chest. His heart quickened under my fingers. The scent of him drifted to my senses, smelling of the woods, wild and reckless. The apology I’d been about to utter got stuck in the back of my throat, and in that blinding moment, I tripped into a set of sapphire eyes. My own heart picked up speed, thumping wildly in my chest—uncontainable like stallions roaming the plains. Nothing like the trepidation I felt previously. This was racing excitement.
He raised a perfectly arched brow, decorated with a studded bar. His eyes sparkled with amusement, assumingly at my gaping stare. I, on the other hand, was unaware that I’d stood stunned, feet planted with no attempt to move from his arms. In retrospect, I can only hope he didn’t find me as stupid as I later felt.
My gaze wandered from his eyes down the planes of his cheeks, to lips donned with yet another piercing. This one was a hoop in the center of his lower lip. Those silver studded lips upturned into a lazy smirk. I watched fascinated by the curl of his mouth. An intense string of butterflies flew in my stomach. They felt more like fireflies, due to the warmth that swirled with the exhilaration. Fleetingly, I wondered if there were any more parts of him pierced.
Then his mouth lowered the tiniest fraction closer to mine, and I stopped thinking at all.