Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
The Gifts of Our Mothers
(The Witches of Auburn, #1)
Publication date: October 2nd 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
In the dark woods I’m forbidden to go into, lying on top of the one person I swore I’d stay away from, and hiding from the men who chased him, I hold still as Ike Kennedy whispers in my ear, “Don’t leave me.”
The questions of why my mother packed up our lives and moved us to Auburn, New Jersey when she, herself, fled here twenty years ago, plague me every day. Her past and the people in this town loom over our family with a haunting understanding of the coven I was born into, but realize I know nothing about. The enemies I heard stories about as a child attack without warning or regard for human life, but I don’t know who they are.
I’m Ever Ayars. I can fly. I can disappear. I can move things with my mind, but my gifts are my only clarity. Lost within a new school, new friends, and a new life, there is only one thing I know for sure.
I’m not leaving Ike Kennedy.
“I know you like me, Ever.”
I stopped mid-thought. “What makes you think that?”
“I can feel it.” His gaze moved from my lips to my eyes and a wave of heat spread through me. “Every time I touch you, I can tell.” My breath caught. I swallowed hard the truth in his words. I flipped his hand over and traced the E in the lines of his palm. “Can you feel it?” he asked. His touch invaded me.
I closed my eyes and nodded. I’d let him have this one truth.
“Come here.” Ike pulled my arm until I was leaning over his chest. I rested on my forearm on top of him. Our faces were only inches apart. I fought the urge to close my eyes and get lost in him. Everywhere my body touched him was on fire. He lit me up, and I sank into the warmth.
His lips were pale against his olive skin. He couldn’t hear me. It was impossible. I looked him in the eye again and thought, What am I thinking now? Ike didn’t move as I challenged him. Kiss me.
I waited, convinced he couldn’t hear me. I memorized how his chest felt beneath my arm and the way his eyes darkened in the dim light. He was beautiful, even in a hospital gown and a stark white room.
Ike pulled me closer and kissed me. He paused, and shock ran through my body, chasing emotions I couldn’t quite place with my bottom lip still touching his. I held my breath and hid behind my closed eyes. He kissed me again. This time, I let myself forget the implications and responded. The frenzy he’d created flowed through my body on top of him and my tongue inside of him. My fingers wrapped around his arm. I braced myself against climbing into the bed with him.
My lips rested on his as I inhaled, forcing myself to move back and put space between us.
I heard you.
I depleted every ounce of power within me not to react. “I have to go. I’ve broken a lot of rules to get here. Sneaking out of my house, taking my aunt’s car, driving without a license,” I said and backed away from him.
Whatever you say, Ever. My pace quickened with his voice in my head. You can trust me.
I was unseen as I walked out the door. I flew home not following the roads. I no longer needed them. The sky was lightening. It would be morning soon, and Ike was going to be okay.
I wasn’t sure I was.
Hazel Black graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks, her neighbors began to talk, and her mother told her to find a job.
She settled into corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Hazel quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It was during this time she became an avid observer of the characters she met and the heartaches they endured. Her years of study taught her that laughter, even the completely inappropriate kind, was the key to survival.
She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. As an avid swimmer, if Hazel is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she is, and always has been, a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.
Hazel Black writes contemporary romance as Eliza Freed. To keep up with all new releases and giveaways, sign up for her newsletter here.
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