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A Chaos Within
by: Sara V. Zook
A Magic Within #2
Publication Date: 10 April 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal, Romance
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Home. What does that word mean to you? To me it means a feeling of comfort, security, feeling like I belong. Home is where I’m by Lydic’s side.

It’s been a whole year. I miss him. I miss the danger that follows him. I miss feeling untouchable because of his magic. My own realm is no longer my home. But how can I live with the guilt of vanishing again? It will kill my parents, especially my mom. She just won’t understand. No one will. I can’t tell them about Nimbus. They already think I’m crazy. I have my own psychologist picking and prodding my brain.

It doesn’t matter how much they question me. I’ll never tell them about the magic. I find myself wondering about Lydic, how he’s been and what it would be like to see him again—and then I do.

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Publication Date: 10 April 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal, Romance
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Normalcy. I need to get back to a state of normalcy. What’s happened to me? Why am I here in this orphanage, and why am I forbidden to leave? Everyone is so very cruel here. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s the paranoia getting to me. It’s like someone’s always watching, always listening. There’s a general fear around here, and for some reason, it seems fueled by my arrival, but why are they afraid of me? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t even know how I got here. I need to go home. My parents must be worried sick. There has to be someone here who can help me, who can give me answers and lead me in the right direction so I can get out of here. There is this one boy, Lydic. Could he be my key to getting out? I can see it in his eyes he feels sorry for me. He seems to know more than he’s letting on. These people aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met before.

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About Sara V. Zook

Sara V. Zook

Sara graduated from Pitt with a degree in creative writing. After a short hiatus of having children, she is back to doing what she loves and has been writing ever since.

She was born and raised in Pennsylvania where she resides still with her husband and their three young children.

She’s the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy: Strange in Skin, Evadere and Solace. She also wrote Clipped, a stand alone novel, and is working on another series which will begin in December, 2013.

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Reminiscence

The Sempiternal Series, Book 2

by Sara V. Zook

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Genre: Paranormal YA
Release Date: November 2014
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Abuse. Torment.

Saint’s undying love for her.

A witch—or four. The world’s most powerful spell. The creation of the unnatural.

Her undying love for Draco.

A war is brewing between the Light, the Dark and the Unknown.

In the midst of it all stands Sarenah. Her memories have returned as she rewinds the past in order to move forward with her future so she can reclaim what, or who, belongs only to her, but will she be able to accept the disturbing secrets that go along with the reminiscence?

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Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy, Clipped, Evanescent, Book 1 in The Sempiternal Series and A Magic Within. She lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.

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In the midst of dragging trees, I saw Sarenah sitting on the back porch, her dress hiked up around her thighs from the heat as she was thumbing through a book. She wasn’t even acknowledging the fact that I was there, nor did she care that I could see her bare legs. She was being totally inappropriate and rude at the same time … and I liked it. I felt intrigued to my very core, so much that I had to go over and say something to her.

“Hey,” I mumbled.

Without looking up, she reiterated, “Hey.”

My frustration grew as I clenched my fingers into my palms. “Is that book so interesting that you can’t even talk to me?”

That had gotten her attention. She slammed the book shut and stood up, the dress falling back down around her ankles.

“Are you so interesting that I can’t even read my book?” Her dark eyes were wild and she was glaring at me as if she wanted me to spontaneously combust. “Don’t you have a job to do? Look at this mess.” Her eyes moved to the yard.

“All of these branches everywhere. My uncle will have your hide.”

She was so angry. I couldn’t help myself. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and busted out laughing.

Sarenah’s hands moved to her hips. I thought she was about to hit me.

I threw up hands up in defense. “I’m …” The laughter got the best of me again. “I’m sorry, Sarenah.” I flashed her an apologetic grin. “It’s just, I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard you talk so much and you’re spatting off at me like some crazy person.”

Her gaze had softened then. She bit her bottom lip so she wouldn’t crack a smile herself. “A crazy person, huh?”

I nodded, stopping to really get a good look at Sarenah’s face, her stunning features and the way her dark eyes popped out in a terrific way. This was Rebecca’s sister? I had been missing out. Sarenah’s strange ways evaporated into enticement before me.

I spent the rest of the evening listening to Sarenah talk as I took all of it in. The tree branches were still scattered all over the yard, but I doubted her uncle would be back anytime soon to discover the mess. Everyone knew he lived at the saloon. She talked mostly about her parents. She had a deep ache from the loss inside of her. She was in a great deal of pain that I felt my own heart hurting along with hers, for her. I found myself wrapping my arm around her and her actually letting me get away with it, but I wasn’t in it to try to make a move. I found myself wanting to comfort Sarenah, tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to trust me and continue to confide in me. She leaned her head against my shoulder, being content to be there with me. It felt incredible as if I had been able to tame her so easily. She was feisty but now so serene. I could’ve lived in that moment forever and been completely content to just be lucky enough to be near her, to smell the flower fragrance in her hair as it fell down across my arm. I rubbed her shoulder with my fingertips. She started humming, the sound making the chaos within me only increase. It was in that moment that I had leaned over and my lips found hers. It had been brief but magnificent, and I was wondering if my mind was ever going to be the same.

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Reminiscence

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Genre: Paranormal YA
Release Date: November 2014
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Abuse. Torment.

Saint’s undying love for her.

A witch—or four. The world’s most powerful spell. The creation of the unnatural.

Her undying love for Draco.

A war is brewing between the Light, the Dark and the Unknown.

In the midst of it all stands Sarenah. Her memories have returned as she rewinds the past in order to move forward with her future so she can reclaim what, or who, belongs only to her, but will she be able to accept the disturbing secrets that go along with the reminiscence?

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In the midst of dragging trees, I saw Sarenah sitting on the back porch, her dress hiked up around her thighs from the heat as she was thumbing through a book. She wasn’t even acknowledging the fact that I was there, nor did she care that I could see her bare legs. She was being totally inappropriate and rude at the same time … and I liked it. I felt intrigued to my very core, so much that I had to go over and say something to her.

“Hey,” I mumbled.

Without looking up, she reiterated, “Hey.”

My frustration grew as I clenched my fingers into my palms. “Is that book so interesting that you can’t even talk to me?”

That had gotten her attention. She slammed the book shut and stood up, the dress falling back down around her ankles.

“Are you so interesting that I can’t even read my book?” Her dark eyes were wild and she was glaring at me as if she wanted me to spontaneously combust. “Don’t you have a job to do? Look at this mess.” Her eyes moved to the yard.

“All of these branches everywhere. My uncle will have your hide.”

She was so angry. I couldn’t help myself. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and busted out laughing.

Sarenah’s hands moved to her hips. I thought she was about to hit me.

I threw up hands up in defense. “I’m …” The laughter got the best of me again. “I’m sorry, Sarenah.” I flashed her an apologetic grin. “It’s just, I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard you talk so much and you’re spatting off at me like some crazy person.”

Her gaze had softened then. She bit her bottom lip so she wouldn’t crack a smile herself. “A crazy person, huh?”

I nodded, stopping to really get a good look at Sarenah’s face, her stunning features and the way her dark eyes popped out in a terrific way. This was Rebecca’s sister? I had been missing out. Sarenah’s strange ways evaporated into enticement before me.

I spent the rest of the evening listening to Sarenah talk as I took all of it in. The tree branches were still scattered all over the yard, but I doubted her uncle would be back anytime soon to discover the mess. Everyone knew he lived at the saloon. She talked mostly about her parents. She had a deep ache from the loss inside of her. She was in a great deal of pain that I felt my own heart hurting along with hers, for her. I found myself wrapping my arm around her and her actually letting me get away with it, but I wasn’t in it to try to make a move. I found myself wanting to comfort Sarenah, tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to trust me and continue to confide in me. She leaned her head against my shoulder, being content to be there with me. It felt incredible as if I had been able to tame her so easily. She was feisty but now so serene. I could’ve lived in that moment forever and been completely content to just be lucky enough to be near her, to smell the flower fragrance in her hair as it fell down across my arm. I rubbed her shoulder with my fingertips. She started humming, the sound making the chaos within me only increase. It was in that moment that I had leaned over and my lips found hers. It had been brief but magnificent, and I was wondering if my mind was ever going to be the same.

About the Author

Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy, Clipped, Evanescent, Book 1 in The Sempiternal Series and A Magic Within. She lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.

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A Magic Within

by Sara V. Zook

Published:  June 18th, 2014
Genre:  YA Paranormal

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 photo A-Magic-Within225.jpgNormalcy. I need to get back to a state of normalcy. What’s happened to me? Why am I here in this orphanage, and why am I forbidden to leave? Everyone is so very cruel here. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s the paranoia getting to me. It’s like someone’s always watching, always listening. There’s a general fear around here, and for some reason, it seems fueled by my arrival, but why are they afraid of me? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t even know how I got here. I need to go home. My parents must be worried sick. There has to be someone here who can help me, who can give me answers and lead me in the right direction so I can get out of here. There is this one boy, Lydic. Could he be my key to getting out? I can see it in his eyes he feels sorry for me. He seems to know more than he’s letting on. These people aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met before.
 

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“What is that sound?” I asked in a whisper.  It was still far away but growing louder and closer by the minute.
            Lydic put his arm behind his back and opened his hand for me to take it.  I slid my fingers into his and waited for him to let me know what to do next.  My heart was pounding out of my chest.  Another second passed and then Lydic turned, his eyes locked on mine as he nodded his head.  We took off to try to outrun whatever it was that was coming for us.  We had only gotten two steps in before I felt Lydic’s grasp on my hand slip away.  I turned around to see what was happening.  I screamed out in horror as Lydic was frozen in place.  He was still on his feet, but his head was drawn back and his eyes rolling into his head as if in extreme pain.
            “Lydic!” I cried out.
            The old woman was behind him.  She had that stick, the same one I had tripped over, held up in the air and aimed at Lydic’s head.  There were bright colors, green and yellow, pouring out from the end of the stick and going directly into his skull.  The woman’s expression was one of determination.  Her eyes were closed and her lips pressed together as she mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
            What are you going to do?  Panic seized me.  Lydic was supposed to help me, not the other way around.  I didn’t know what to do.  I had to stop this, but how?
            The high-pitched whistling grew louder and more intense.  It was starting to hurt my ears.  My gut told me that if I didn’t make a move now, it was going to be too late.
            I took a step toward the stick and reached out and grabbed it with my hand.  I used all the strength I had to yank it from the grasp of the old woman.  Lydic fell to his knees.  The woman glared at me, a low growl escaping from her throat.  She lunged toward me.  Without having time to think, I instinctively swung the large stick at her, using it as a bat and she was the ball.  It collided with her head making a grotesque sound.  She collapsed to the ground.  Lydic looked up at me.  I was breathing hard, trying to understand what had just happened. 
            “What do we do?” I asked.  The whistling noise was almost to us, but I still couldn’t see anything.
            Lydic glanced over his shoulder at the woman.  “Run!” 

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“What is that sound?” I asked in a whisper.  It was still far away but growing louder and closer by the minute.
            Lydic put his arm behind his back and opened his hand for me to take it.  I slid my fingers into his and waited for him to let me know what to do next.  My heart was pounding out of my chest.  Another second passed and then Lydic turned, his eyes locked on mine as he nodded his head.  We took off to try to outrun whatever it was that was coming for us.  We had only gotten two steps in before I felt Lydic’s grasp on my hand slip away.  I turned around to see what was happening.  I screamed out in horror as Lydic was frozen in place.  He was still on his feet, but his head was drawn back and his eyes rolling into his head as if in extreme pain.
            “Lydic!” I cried out.
            The old woman was behind him.  She had that stick, the same one I had tripped over, held up in the air and aimed at Lydic’s head.  There were bright colors, green and yellow, pouring out from the end of the stick and going directly into his skull.  The woman’s expression was one of determination.  Her eyes were closed and her lips pressed together as she mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
            What are you going to do?  Panic seized me.  Lydic was supposed to help me, not the other way around.  I didn’t know what to do.  I had to stop this, but how?
            The high-pitched whistling grew louder and more intense.  It was starting to hurt my ears.  My gut told me that if I didn’t make a move now, it was going to be too late.
            I took a step toward the stick and reached out and grabbed it with my hand.  I used all the strength I had to yank it from the grasp of the old woman.  Lydic fell to his knees.  The woman glared at me, a low growl escaping from her throat.  She lunged toward me.  Without having time to think, I instinctively swung the large stick at her, using it as a bat and she was the ball.  It collided with her head making a grotesque sound.  She collapsed to the ground.  Lydic looked up at me.  I was breathing hard, trying to understand what had just happened. 
            “What do we do?” I asked.  The whistling noise was almost to us, but I still couldn’t see anything.
            Lydic glanced over his shoulder at the woman.  “Run!”
 

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Title:  A Magic Within
Author:  Sara V. Zook
To Be Published:  June 18th, 2014
Genre:  YA Paranormal

Synopsis:

Normalcy. I need to get back to a state of normalcy. What’s happened to me? Why am I here in this orphanage, and why am I forbidden to leave? Everyone is so very cruel here. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s the paranoia getting to me. It’s like someone’s always watching, always listening. There’s a general fear around here, and for some reason, it seems fueled by my arrival, but why are they afraid of me? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t even know how I got here. I need to go home. My parents must be worried sick. There has to be someone here who can help me, who can give me answers and lead me in the right direction so I can get out of here. There is this one boy, Lydic. Could he be my key to getting out? I can see it in his eyes he feels sorry for me. He seems to know more than he’s letting on. These people aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met before.
 
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Zook, Sara V. & Chartier, Wendy S.: Evanescent, The Sempiternal Series #1

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Book Title: Evanescent (The Sempiternal Series, #1)

Author: Sara V. Zook & Wendy S. Chartier

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy

Release Date: February 23, 2014

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A moment is all it takes. Even the strength of a devoted warrior angel is no match to the pull of love … or is it lust? Sarenah isn’t sure. She needs to see him again. The brief intensity between them was too powerful. It eats away at her mind, but why? The elements of the world seem to be telling her something isn’t right. There’s a secret no one wants Sarenah to know. Why can’t she remember things such as becoming an angel? What happened to her past? The protection of the light is about to cease, but her heart and mind repeat one word incessantly, one she cannot ignore … Draco.

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Sparks danced up into the night air as another section of the house burst into flames. Sirens blared in the distance. I sat with my head in my palm at the top of a tree looking down.

The wind picked up and the fire spread. Screams came from inside the house.

I tapped the side of my face as more sparks shot upward past my head. So beautiful were these little beams of light amongst such tragedy that was occurring before my very eyes. I wanted to reach out and touch the sparks, let them linger on my fingertips.

A tanker pulled into the driveway as a coughing female exited the home. An ambulance came next, its flashing lights spotlighting the woods next to the house. Paramedics jumped out of the vehicle and hurried toward the female.

The very way his body moved when he walked had made my chest tighten. I looked up and our eyes met. For an instance, he stopped moving, his stare burning into the very pit of my being. One of my wings almost flopped down because this creature had taken me by surprise, but I remained in control of myself.

I had run into creatures of the dark before. We merely ignored one another’s presence and kept going about what it was we were supposed to do. This time had been different. This creature’s magnetic force drew me in.

He was unlike any demonic form I had even known to exist. He was tall, muscular with long, dark hair … almost man-like. His eyes were mesmerizing. His sly smile drew me in even more.

A loud explosion echoed into the darkness followed by an enormous cloud of gray smoke. The female cried out as firemen kicked down the side door of the house and entered.

More firemen clamped their hands down upon a huge hose as the water was turned on and squirted upward and then down trying to quiet the flames. The roof of the house crackled from the intensity of the fire.

A male child was tossed down from one of the upstairs windows and into the arms of a fireman standing below. His mother rushed over to him and swooped him up in her arms as the paramedics pried the coughing child from the grips of the hysterical mother and took him to their vehicle to examine him.

He walked over to me, unusually close, the heat from his skin leaping onto mine. He held up his open palm. As if entranced, I placed my hand upon his and our fingers laced together. Suddenly the darkness of his eyes were illuminated with swirls of hypnotic colors circling each other in the very middle where his pupils should be.

I knew I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be touching this sinful creature before me, but I couldn’t stop. His touch was hot with a passion I had never known before, yet so familiar. I was caught in a trap that I never wanted to get out of.

His other hand dug into the back of my hair and jerked my head back, his breath hot on my neck, his eyes peering into mine.

“How many more, ma’am?” a fireman shouted out above the sirens.

The female just stood there in front of the smoldering shelter before her, both hands covering her face, ashen filled tears falling from the edge of her jaw.

“Ma’am!” the fireman hollered out. “Who else are you missing?”

The wind changed directions. I looked up to see another angel passing by carrying the breeze along with her. She raised her hand ever so slightly to wave. I nodded at her.

The fireman covered his nostrils with the inside of his arm as the wind carried the sultry smoke toward him.

The female seemed unaffected by the smoke. She just kept staring at that front door, her apprehension more of a focus now as she waited. “Two,” she finally replied.

“Did she say two?” another guy asked.

“Two?” he asked her again to confirm.

Never looking her way, she nodded. “My husband, he went back in for our oldest son.”

“Who are you?” I whispered, my chest heaving up and down from his firm grasp on my hair. My anger flared. I should kill him for putting his hands on me like that, but it felt so good.

He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment before answering, “Draco.”

Draco.

He released me as I stood up straight facing him. I knew who this strange creature was. I had heard about him on my travels. He was a solider of the dark, his strength witnesses marveled at. Most of the soldiers of the dark were cowards who slithered here and there with little, if any, common sense about their purpose or duty at hand. It was said that this Draco’s loyalty surpassed all others. But there was one other tidbit I had heard that was even more unusual. Those who worked with him, who were on the same side, seemed to like him. It was a concept unheard of for the dark side. Everyone was your enemy and everyone hated each other.

“And you are?” he asked.

If I said my name, he’d know who I was as well, and he’d run away. My intrigue was far too deep to have him disappear just yet.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” I said.

He smirked, a dimple forming in the side of his cheek as he did so.

What the heck was wrong with me? I wanted to run my fingers over his lips. I should’ve reigned in those thoughts faster! I had urged myself to try to focus on what was happening around me, not to look at him.

Part of the roof began to sink until finally caving in with a horrific, crushing noise as it broke bits and pieces of the house that had stood underneath. This caused another flame to appear in a new section, the orange and blue colors lapping up all the oxygen around them.

The female was still standing in front of the door. I looked at my fingernail. A male child cried out from the door of the ambulance, the noise terrifying the poor thing.

“Get Jeff out of there!” a fireman shouted as he fumbled to remove his walkie-talkie from his belt. He pushed a button down on the side of the small device. “Jeff, can you hear me? Jeff, are you okay? Jeff, get out! Get out of there now!”

Another siren echoed in the distance attached to another tanker. I frowned and looked up at the stars dotting the skyline. I felt my mind drifting to him again.

He took a step closer to me again. I backed up. Amusement danced in those eyes of his. He reached out again, I moved back another step.

“Surely, you’re not afraid of me?”

Forbidden was more like the term that came to mind. We weren’t to interact with creatures of the dark, and likewise, they with us.

I knew I should reveal to him my name, but I didn’t want to. I wasn’t thinking clearly. My head seemed to be filled with fog. I told myself to pull it together. I was a warrior angel, not some addle minded girl.

I wondered why he didn’t at least take me as a creature of the light. Couldn’t he sense the light? Perhaps it was my enormous wings the color of coal tucked in securely to my back. They always gave me the appearance of being a darker shade than the other angels. I could only make the assumption that this Draco took me as one of his own.

His hands grabbed onto my waist and pulled me forward into his chest.

“Draco … no,” I whispered, but in my head I was saying YES.

“Say it again,” he pleaded, his lips gliding across the top of my forehead as he spoke.

The energy I felt within me being next to him was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It engulfed every inch of me.

“Say what?” I asked, completely aware of how close our faces were.

He chuckled, the noise radiating into his chest that I now realized I had both of my hands pressed against.

“My name.”

I looked up at his face, his square jaw, and his stormy eyes. My lips parted and with a smirk I said, “No.”

A growling noise escaped from his throat. He narrowed his eyes, his hands around my waist pressing me tighter into his body.

“You dare defy me?” he whispered.

I stared back with my left eyebrow arched, not allowing my eyes to turn away from him so he knew his intimidation couldn’t make me cower.

“You’re not afraid?” He inspected every inch of my face as if memorizing each feature.

My body tingled from the overwhelming emotions. I had never felt this strange before. There was an ache in the pit of my stomach and a comfort in staring in this dark creature’s eyes as if he had put me under some sort of spell.

I reached up and let my fingertip trace the edge of his bottom lip. I grinned.

The female gasped as she saw the front door broken apart from the inside. Smoke poured out from the enflamed house, its beams and foundation creaking on the brink of crumpling completely down.

Out came the fireman, a small child in his arms. She rushed to him. The firefighter handed him over and then fell to one knee on the ground.

The medics came to attend to the male child, his face covered in soot, his dark eyes huge at the scene before him.

“It’s okay, ma’am!” the medic yelled out. “We got him! He needs oxygen!”

The medic had to practically pull the child out of his mother’s arms. As he did, she drew her fingers into her mouth, her moist eyes returning to the fireman who still was kneeling down.

“Jeff, you okay?” another fireman asked him. He tried to help him up by putting his arm underneath him, but the man they called Jeff swatted him away.

“No, I got to go back in.”

“What? You can’t! That whole thing is ready to fall.”

Jeff stood up then and put his mask back on. “He was right behind me. He’s got to be right there.” His eyes met the female’s as he headed back to the front door.

Draco withdrew from my touch for a moment, his eyes turning from anger to astonishment.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

The corners of my mouth lifted upward in a small smile. “You feel it, too, don’t you?”

I could feel his heart hammering away in his chest, a vein protruding from his neck where a scar lay.

“I …” he mumbled, searching my eyes for an explanation for this intensity.

“You can’t let go of me, can you?” I asked, my hand running through the back of his black hair.

For a few moments more he studied me, but this time he didn’t pull away from my touch. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. As if I didn’t think the emotions could grow any stronger. My head was spinning in a thousand different directions. This was wrong but felt so right. He kissed me gently, and then I kissed back harder as if trying to melt into him but impossible to get any closer than we already were. My entire body felt alive, every nerve ending inflamed, the heat coursing through my veins. I felt so consumed by Draco. I couldn’t breathe, and I loved every second of it.

A stinging pain etched its way to a spot near where my wing attached to my back. I pulled back from Draco quickly, my hand releasing hold on him and trying to find the newly formed wound.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes on me, his arms still extended as I backed further away, the pain feeling as if one part of my skin was on fire.

It started to ease a little, but I couldn’t see what had happened to me. I felt exhilarated, exhausted and guilty all at the same time.

“Are you okay?”

Was he concerned for me? I watched him take a few steps toward me, his large, strong body moving in that rhythmic and enticing way.

“I … think so. Something’s hurting on my back,” I quickly explained.

His eyebrows lowered. He was concerned. A creature of the dark didn’t care about anything or anyone but themselves. He was a walking contradiction.

“Let me see,” he said, trying to look behind me.

Afraid he’d see my wings, I turned so I was facing him again. “I’m fine,” I snapped.

His eyes grew large, something stewing within them again as if trying to read my thoughts.

“Who are you?” he asked, the distance between us minimal, his hands up as if ready to dive back into what we had just been doing in an instant, but he was being careful. He didn’t want me to run away which I felt on the verge of.

“I can’t tell you,” I said, my voice crackling under the desire to leap back into his arms, but the burning still lingering on my back.

“Okay.” He lowered his hands. “What are you?”

I felt a tremendous pull on my heart. I took a step closer to Draco. His hand automatically weaved its way into mine.

“Whatever you are,” he continued. “You’re beautiful, and I’m drawn to you in a way I can’t even explain.”

I looked from his eyes to his lips, feeling the exact same way.

He pulled me close again, his lips gliding across mine.

I jumped back, the same unknown burning sensation in my back again.

He looked confused.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Something’s wrong.”

“What could possibly be wrong?” he asked, his face one of utter rejection.

My heart was slamming against my ribs. The burning subsided slightly again the farther away I was from him. I took a few more steps backward. It felt even better. I wished I could see behind me to know what was going on, where this pain had erupted from.

“I have to go,” I told him.

He raised his arm up as if trying to hang on. “Please, no. Don’t leave yet. I don’t even know who you are …”

“It doesn’t matter,” I called out putting more distance between us so that I couldn’t see the twisted emotions in his eyes any longer. “This can’t happen again, won’t happen again.”

With that, I turned and ran until completely out of Draco’s sight, at which time I spread my wings and launched into the sky.

Meet the Author

Sara’s: Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy and Clipped. She resides in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.

Wendy’s: After being in the music and literary field for 12 years as an agent, in 2013 Wendy S. Chartier took her passion for books and formed her own publishing company, Planettopia Publishing, LLC.

Wendy resides in the Texas hill country with her husband, David, and their furkids, Azriel and Sophie.

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