Beautifully Unnatural Book Info:
Box Set Title: Beautifully Unnatural: A Young Adult
Paranormal Boxed Set
Book Titles: Forbidden, Shaken, My Wolf’s Bane, Rise From
Darkness
Author Names: Amy Miles, Susan Hatler, Veronica Blade,
Ciara Knight
Publisher:
Publication Date: September 8th, 2014
Format: Ebook
Genres: Young Adult Paranormal Chronicles, released to
acclaimed reviews securing a Night Owl Top Pick and five stars from InD'Tale
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Roseline Enescue didn't ask to become an immortal, to
have all of the guests at her wedding slaughtered, or be forced into marriage
with a man whose lust for blood would one day ignite the vampire legend.
Willing to risk everything for a chance at a normal life,
Roseline escapes to America, but her transition into the human world isn't
easy. Mortal men flock after her while cutthroat girls plot her demise. Yet she
remains relatively unfazed until she meets Gabriel Marston. As their lives
entwine, Roseline realizes he is more than he seems. His ability to grind
concrete into dust pales in comparison to the glowing cross tattoo that
mysteriously appears on his forearms.
Despite the forbidden bond between them, Roseline can't
help wondering what Gabriel is. He's not human. He's not immortal. So just what
is he?
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Prologue
Romania, 1689
Roseline
Dragomir peeks out from her hiding place behind the altar, searching for the
man who led her wedding guests to slaughter. From the moment she had been
presented to him, she saw evil in her suitor's eyes. His stance was firm,
overbearing, and far too possessive for a
casual introduction. His skin was frightfully pale, his
smile leering, as if she were a meal to savor. She'd tried to warn her father
against Vladimir Enescue's marriage proposal, but he was blinded by Vladimir's
vast wealth, a castle, and a bloodline to rival any in Romania.
All her father
got, in return, was a sword through his chest.
Roseline's gaze
darts about the room, flitting high over the lifeless faces that stare at the ceiling.
She dares not focus on any of them for fear of her nerve crumbling entirely.
Her
fourteen-year-old sister, Adela, trembles in her arms. Tight straw-blonde curls
quiver against her face; pink bows sit askew in her hair. Blood and soot smudge
the freckles from her heart-shaped face. Roseline must remain strong for her.
Vladimir's
older brother, Lucien, blocks their only exit. His maniacal gaze sweeps the
aisles, searching for survivors.
The rectory at
the front of the church was set ablaze during the massacre and acrid smoke now
hangs thick in the air. It coils into Roseline's lungs, grating against her
throat. Small wisps of smoke rise from the tips of her loosely curled bronze
hair. She beats the embers against her white corset, wincing at the blood that
clings to her narrow waist and trails down to bare feet.
This blood came from her father.
There is
nowhere to go and no one left to help them. She and Adela are the only ones
left alive. Roseline's chest rises and falls rapidly, her pulse thumping in her
ears as she fights back tears. Her parents are gone. Her beloved brother and
friends too. Her new husband has murdered everyone she has ever cared
for…except Adela. Roseline vows to do whatever it takes to save her sister.
The wailing
cries of the dying faded away a few minutes ago, only to be replaced by an odd slurping
noise. Vladimir's giddy laughter ricochets off the church walls as he
celebrates with his brother.
Roseline
cradles her sister, lifting desperate prayers for protection heavenward. Fear
seeps into the marrow of her bones, rooting her in place. Where is Vladimir?
Why has he not finished them off yet?
Wide baby-blue
eyes stare up at Roseline. Adela's delicate fingers claw at her arms, pleading
with Roseline to flee. To make the bad men disappear. Oh, how she wishes this
was all just a terrible dream.
***
High school junior, Kylie Bates, can suddenly read minds.
When she touches people’s hands, she’s able to see their deepest thoughts. As
if that’s not freaky enough, her dad sends her to help hottie detective, Sam
Williams, track down a missing girl. Way too much pressure, especially for a
girl who can’t watch Scream without getting nightmares.
Then, finding the missing girl leads to much more than
Kylie’s prepared for. Like discovering that her dad has been lying to her. That
she has a family she never knew about. That the girls have powers similar to
hers. Oh yeah, and that someone is out to get her.
When the detective’s teenage wanna-be-cop cousin, Trip
Williams, approaches Kylie at school insisting she help him solve the case, she
discovers Trip might be the only one she can trust, and the only one to help
her unravel the secrets behind her mysterious gift.
If someone told me twenty-four hours ago that I’d be
reading a suspected kidnapper’s mind, I would’ve told them to stop sniffing
glue. But, here Blondie Cop and I were, entering some dinky room at the police
station where a super cute guy was seated in a foldout chair.
What was I so worried about? I mean, if this was the
suspect, I couldn’t wait to hold his hand—er, get the 411 from him. He had deep
green eyes, short brown hair spiked up in front, and looked to be about thirty.
He was dressed in a suit and tie. Out of my league, but a girl can dream, can’t
she?
Blondie gestured to the hottie. “Kylie, this is Sam
Williams. He’s the detective on the case.”
Ah, so he’s not doing time. Guess that would account for
the lack of a striped jumpsuit.
The detective glanced at me, then his face grew hard. “You’ve
got to be kidding me, Collins. This is the psychic you told me about? Some
kid?”
I sucked in an outraged breath. “Kid? I just turned
sixteen, thank you.” If we were in grade school, Julie would’ve totally punched
him out for me.
“The kid’s a minor. Or did you miss that fact?” He
gestured to me even though we’d just established I wasn’t a kid. “We could get
in serious trouble for this.”
“It’s all under the radar, Sam. Nobody will find out.
Besides, she’s the daughter of my—of a trusted friend. If he thinks she can do
this, then she can.”
Blondie didn’t look too sure, if you ask me.
It was irritating, them talking about me like I wasn’t
there and him doubting what I could do.
Why else would I be here? Certainly not for my health.
I’d almost rather be in school. Almost.
“It might help you to know that I used my mental
telepathy,” figured it sounded better than peek-a-boo brain, “four times
yesterday and it worked like a charm.”
“Gee, now I’m convinced,” he said, flatly.
Blondie gave him an impatient look. “We have nothing else
to go on, Sam. What’s it hurt to try?”
I turned to Blondie, confused. “Aren’t you the one
calling the shots here?”
Blondie shook her head. “Sam’s the detective on this
case. When your dad contacted me about your special abilities,” she cleared her
throat, “he made me promise to stay with you the entire time you were helping
on the case.”
So, she was my babysitter. Great.
The detective stood up and shook his head, obviously
still skeptical. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“It’ll be fine. I promise.” She drew in an audible
breath. “I’ll sneak the suspect in now.”
Suspect? My mind jolted back to the here, now, and danger
of the situation. Actually, an armed babysitter didn’t sound like the worst
idea.
***
Autumn Rossi thought she was a normal teenager. Suddenly,
she can outrun every critter in the forest, making her wonder if she’s even
human.
When the new guy at school, Zack de Luca, witnesses a
questionable scene, he unfairly pins her as stuck-up. He acts like he hates
her, yet he keeps bailing her out of trouble. Not only is Zack both insufferable
and irresistible, he seems to sniff her anytime he gets close.
As passion flares between them, Autumn isn’t sure which
is more dangerous: her psycho ex-boyfriend, or falling for Zack — who’s risking
his life just by being near her.
I tossed the makeup bag into my backpack, slung it over
my shoulder and whipped open the door. Barreling out of the bathroom, I slammed
into what felt like a walking boulder. I ricocheted off the human rock and my
backpack hit the wall behind me, throwing me off balance and pitching me
forward into the hard, linoleum tile.
My palms cushioned my fall, but I winced as pain spiked
up my wrists. On all fours, I lifted my chin and peeked through my curtain of
dark hair.
He wore a black tee that molded to his wide, muscular
shoulders and jeans that fit over powerful legs. Wow. I’d thought my
soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend was cute, but this guy…
“You okay?” the hottie asked in a sexy, gravelly voice,
stretching a hand toward me. His hand wrapped around mine and effortlessly
pulled me up, as if I weighed no more than my calculus book. Maybe it was the
throbbing in my limbs or the warmth of his hands on my elbows. Or maybe it was
his earthy scent invading my senses, but a wave of dizziness hit me and I
tipped forward.
His hands shot to my hips to steady me. “Easy there.”
I stared into his deep, green eyes as my palms rested on
his hard biceps for support. Lord, he smelled good, like the forest after rain.
***
***
After witnessing the death of her mother, Gaby Moore
suffers with psychotic delusions. When fallen angel Alexander Lohr reveals
she’s been marked by a demon, she must make the ultimate choice or lose her
mind. She can fight alongside her father, an earthbound hunter killing fallen
angels and demons, give into the demon blood coursing through her veins and
join the underworld, or save the man she loves from both.
Chapter One
Seagulls
squawked above the endless blue sea and skimmed over the ocean, before landing
on the empty beach. Gabby sighed and returned to her work. With her already
stained finger, she smudged the gritty edge of the blue charcoal blob on her
paper, mixing it with white in an attempt to create the crest of a wave.
Nothing helped. It till looked more like
a dark alley than a serene ocean. The picture lacked flare. She glanced down at
her castoffs, fluttering in the sand
around her feet. All the pictures did. Everything she’d created in the last
year was flat, devoid of energy or life.
Dejected, she
stared down the beach, searching, hoping he’d be there today. She’d only spotted
him a few times. The image of his heavenly blue eye winking at her as he jogged
by, his light hair framing an arched brow, made the twinge of loneliness
disappear. He appeared around her age, sixteen, or maybe seventeen.
Funny, she’d
never had much time for boys since they moved so often, but there was something
different about him, a little ray of sunshine to brighten her dull day. But
hope as she might, the beach remained empty, except for the seagulls.
Curling her
toes in the coarse sand, she inhaled salty air. Heat pulsed along her skin and instinctively
she rubbed the jagged edges of the circular scar above her knee, a constant reminder
of the fatal car accident that had robbed her of her mother when she was only
fifteen.
Her father once
referred to the scar as her Mitsubishi branding—three diamonds joined at their
points. Somehow, the car’s logo had branded her skin, yet to this day, she
couldn’t figure out how. Everything had happened so fast, like a blur. But she
remembered the pain, and the haunting smell of gasoline and burning rubber.
While her injuries had healed, the loss tugging at her heart was still raw.
A tremor shot
through. She closed her eyes as a dull burn coursed beneath her skin.
She wouldn’t
allow the visions back into her head. She’d already been locked up for telling the
doctors strange dark creatures caused their car accident, and she wasn’t going
back to a psych ward.
Taking a deep
breath, she tossed the charcoal stick into her art box and slammed it shut. Hearing
the little green happy pills she stashed amongst her art supplies rattle in
their bottle, she reached for the latch then shook her head and pulled away.
They didn’t make the world a better place. They only suppressed the sadness,
leaving her feeling hollow and empty. She was tired of avoidance. As sad and
scary as it was, she had to start facing her past.
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Amy Miles is the author of Forbidden, Reckoning,
Redemption, Defiance Rising and Captivate. When she's not writing, Amy can be
found traveling, cuddled up with a good book or beating her husband at
Scrabble.
Email: Amy@AmyMilesBooks.com Twitter: @AmyMilesBooks
Facebook: Amy Miles, Author
SUSAN HATLER is a New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling Author, who writes humorous and emotional contemporary romance and
young adult novels. Many of Susan's books have been translated into German,
Spanish, and Italian. A natural optimist, she believes life is amazing, people
are fascinating, and imagination is endless. She loves spending time with her
characters and hopes you do, too.
You can reach Susan here:
Facebook: facebook.com/authorsusanhatler
Twitter: twitter.com/susanhatler
Website: susanhatler.com
Veronica Blade lives in Southern California with her
husband and children. By day she runs the family business, but each night she
slips away to spin her tales. She writes stories about young adults to relive
her own childhood and to live vicariously through her characters. Except her
heroes and heroines lead far more interesting lives — and they are always way
hotter.
Author/Buy links:
Thrown to the Wolves buy link: http://amzn.com/B00B6WUM9U
Ciara Knight writes to 'Defy the Dark' with her young
adult speculative fiction books. Her most recent Amazon best-seller,
Escapement, book I of The Neuamrian Chronicles, released to acclaimed reviews
securing a Night Owl Top Pick and five stars from InD'Tale Magazine.
When not writing, she enjoys reading all types of
fiction. Some great literary influences in her life include Edgar Allen Poe,
Shakespeare, Francine Rivers and J K Rowling.
Her first love, besides her family, reading, and writing,
is travel. She's backpacked through Europe, visited orphanages in China, and
landed in a helicopter on a glacier in Alaska.
Ciara is extremely sociable and can be found at Facebook , Twitter @ciaratknight, Goodreads, Pinterest, and her
website ciaraknight.com.
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