Book Title: Lost by M.
Lathan
Book Series: Hidden, #2
Publication date: June 20th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal
Book Series: Hidden, #2
Publication date: June 20th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal
Synopsis:
Three
months ago, Christine Grant found herself, her love, and impossible
friends, while losing the memories of the biggest piece of her past.
Now, her powers are spinning out of control and must be tamed by the woman who saved the world, the same woman Christine is predicted to kill in less than a month.
Wanting to punish catty girls was just the beginning. It’s only a matter of time before she discovers that the world is not as safe from her as she hoped it was.
Now, her powers are spinning out of control and must be tamed by the woman who saved the world, the same woman Christine is predicted to kill in less than a month.
Wanting to punish catty girls was just the beginning. It’s only a matter of time before she discovers that the world is not as safe from her as she hoped it was.
Excerpt:
Prologue
Fear
stole my breath as I plummeted into frigid water. I flailed my arms and legs,
uselessly trying to swim against the current. The haunting voice of a child
sang “The Star-Spangled Banner” as I sank deeper.
I
fought my way to the surface only to be taken again. The little girl droned, “And
the rockets’ red glare,” as water rushed into my lungs.
I
wasn’t alone. A blurry figure struggled near me, both of us sinking, drowning
in red tinted water. Blood. It swirled with the suffocating blue, an
inescapable villain dragging us deeper and deeper.
We
were two helpless bodies adrift in a world with no air or hope, no chance of
survival. The white lights glowing beneath us looked welcoming and safe. The
figure gave in. Its lifeless body sank towards the lights as the little girl
sang, “And the home of the brave.”
Chapter One
I
woke up, pouring sweat, in Nathan’s bed.
With
his eyes closed and mouth open, he rolled away and yanked the blanket off of
me, attending to my needs in his sleep. I shrugged off the creepy dream of me
drowning. Over the last three months, I’d dreamed plenty of things that hadn’t
happened. Nate had held me underwater in the pool earlier. I was sure that
moment had just followed me to sleep. The odds of it being a vision were low.
It
had been almost two months since I stopped letting myself have them or use any
of my powers. They were getting worse as I used them openly for little things.
I would try to move something, and it wouldn’t just lift. It would slam into
the wall before I felt it moving. I didn’t know mental powers could grow,
develop even more than they already were. They were getting faster, stronger,
and wilder, so I was back to suppressing them like I had at St. Catalina. Life
was simpler that way, normal. Or as normal as living with three magical beings
that should be extinct could get.
I
closed my eyes to force myself back to sleep, and an angry snore rattled Nate’s
throat. I reached on his nightstand for my phone. He wouldn’t be able to deny
this one. Another series of snores ripped through the silent pool house just as
I pressed record. I laughed, and he opened his eyes.
“Smile,
baby,” I said. He groaned and reached for the phone.
“What
are you doing?”
“Oh,
nothing. Just collecting evidence.”
He
wrestled my new phone from my hands and held it out of my reach. “How do I stop
the video?”
“Like
I’d tell you.”
He
grunted and threw the phone to the foot of his bed. “That thing is too
expensive to be so complicated,” he said.
“It’s
not complicated. It’s probably just made for humans and you’re-”
He
grabbed me and wedged his fingers under my arms before I could tease him about
the side of him that barks. “I’m what? What am I, Chris?” I squealed, flopping
around in his arms like a dying fish.
“Handsome!”
I offered, to end the tickle attack.
“Liar.”
“Smart.
Kind. Loving. Sexy!” He relaxed his fingers and slid them from my armpits to my
back. “Which one did it?” I asked.
“Sexy,”
he whispered and kissed me. And that was really all it ever took to kick things
off between us. Steamy kisses, roaming hands.
That
was how we’d spent most of our time during our three-month-old relationship –
in my bed, in his bed, in the common areas when we had the house to ourselves.
I kept waiting for this to get old, his lips on mine, but every kiss felt like
the first, and like I’d die if it were the last.
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AUTHOR
BIO
M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her
husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and
a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests
– creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys
reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of
a window while asking rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie
Bradshaw.
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