Genre: YA Fantasy
This fast-paced debut novel by K.L. Kranes merges fantasy and romance and takes the reader on an exciting magical adventure.
Up until this point I had done a laudable job of evading my interest in him. I was not taken in by his affable nature. I was definitely not mesmerized by the way his gray-blue eyes crinkled at the edges into small triangles when he smiled. His long, prestigious nose and chiseled angular jaw also had no effect on me. Neither did the sexy scar on his neck. Also, I refused to be influenced by the way his muscular arms looked in his t-shirt. Some might say he was “cut” but I really didn’t notice.
Marc’s steel blue eyes glanced at me and my chest tightened. I was such a liar.
“Folks, this is the Captain speaking, we are preparing for our final decent,” said the voice over the loudspeaker. “For those of you who are headed to Dulles airport in Virginia after the layover, it looks as though due to a weather pattern in the East, we will not be able to get you there this evening. Please go to the ticket counter for assistance with lodging or re-booking flights.”
What did he say? We would have to stay in Vegas overnight? Excitement involuntarily rocketed through my body.
“I guess we’ll have more than 4 hours,” Marc said. My heart quickened.
The plane dropped suddenly and then leveled off. I grabbed the armrest and took a calming breath. I could Travel above the world on the wings of a raven but I hated to do it with just the wings of a plane. I’d rather fly using magic. It seemed safer.
My mother always held my hand on the landing. She’d squeeze it tightly and I would know it would be OK. I choked back a sob. She would never do that again.
Marc placed his palm on my hand. “You OK?” he asked.
The gesture was intimate, too intimate. I pulled my hand away. It was pointless. Sure, he was possibly attracted to this body. It was just a body, though. What would happen when he met the real me? I had been very careful with everything I said, so far. But I didn’t remember some of the most basic things. I would say something dumb. It was inevitable. He would start to see there is something wrong with me, that I’m not a real person. I’m just a broken soul wearing a person as a costume. Why would he want that?
He put his hand back in his lap awkwardly. The plane lurched and shook. I gripped the armrest tighter. His hand tensed as though he wanted to try to comfort me again. Shame washed over me.
The tires struck the tarmac and screeched as the plane finally touched down. Our bodies fought to stay still as the pilot yanked the break. Finally, the plane slowed and started taxiing to the gate.
K.L. Kranes lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband, daughter and their adorable dog. She graduated from Virginia Tech with a degree in Communications. K.L. moved to New York City after college and worked in public relations before returning to her true passions of writing and editing. She currently works as a freelance writer and editor. In her spare time, she enjoys hanging out with her family and trying out new potential hobbies. Her latest endeavors include driving her dog crazy as she learns the guitar and making a fool of herself as a novice swing dancer.
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