The Fated Series, 2
Genres: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Published: Nov. 13, 2015
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Everything has changed—people, my life—no one and nothing is as it seems. With each new threat, the idea of normal slips farther beyond my reach.
A relationship with Blain is everything Trinity has ever wished for—even before she realized she wanted it, but after the near fatal attack with Melia, something changes. The connection that binds them shifts and a dark force threatens to wedge the two apart. Trinity’s only hope for the life she craves is stopping Melia and her Immortal Rogues.
But fate always has an ulterior plan.
As Trinity’s eighteenth birthday draws near, more abilities manifest. But controlling them is a problem. During an emergency Watcher meeting, some question if Trinity is strong enough to carry out the task she is fated to uphold.
Secrets are revealed, and lives are lost. Melia has plans to awaken an ancient god whose wrath—if released—is sure to create more devastation than Pandora. As new threats surface, fear spreads. Fighting to keep the people Trinity cares for safe may be more than she can handle.
In the end, light may not be enough to outshine the darkness.
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Meet Angela McPherson
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing though her kids often beg her not to.
❤ Excerpt ❤
Waking up every morning to Blain and his skillful, mind-blowing kisses definitely made starting the day easier. Those lips of his had a way of making me forget the outside world. His clean cotton and fresh-out-of-the-shower scent clung to him like static, and I couldn’t get enough. The feeling of comfort and safety while wrapped in his arms enveloped me, and the terrible images that startled me awake earlier faded away.
Melia being a Rogue and nearly killing me was frightening. But seeing the black orb attack Blain was a whole new level of terrifying. He seemed okay, though. God, I hoped he was okay.
Blain inched back, definitely far enough to see redness spread across my face, and grinned. His stare, the desire and need held there, made my pulse race. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, stroking a thumb across my cheek.
His tender touch burned through me. The familiar buzz danced along my skin, and the colors from our power–white and gold– followed the sweet caress.
“This is my favorite part, the pink across your cheeks and knowing I put it there.”
I smiled. “Mine is definitely your lips.”
In turn, they kicked up in a sinful smile. The single butterfly in my stomach multiplied into a swarm. The clear blue in his eyes darkened, and he brought his mouth over mine.
Blain’s kiss started nice and slow. His hand slid down my side, finding the edge of my shirt, along with a bundle of feelings I shouldn’t be exploring just yet.
My heart thudded in a staccato-style rhythm. More heat rushed over my skin like a furnace.
I didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to think about what Melia’s next move may be. Silently, I wished that her army of Rogues, and all the other obstacles in our way, would disappear.
We’d almost lost each other during the near-fatal fight with Melia. Death gave a person a sense of perspective, and living in the moment, with Blain, was the only place I wanted to be.
“Stop worrying,” Blain said against my lips, then pulled away. “Right now is about me making up for being a jerk, and for not doing more of this sooner.”
I wanted to let it go. So bad, but the spinning wheel of thoughts in my brain refused to slow down. “What if Melia sends her Rogues after us? We should probably get a few workouts in, so I’m better prepared.” A spike of terror tugged at my insides.
“You’re right, we need to get you better prepared. But first I need to do a full body inspection. Make sure all your parts are workable,” he said, pressing his lower half into me.
Before I could reply, he skimmed his tongue across my lower lip, dissolving whatever smartass comment was about to come out.
I granted him access, and the worry of Melia’s attack faded. A clear image of Blain filtered in–the sexy, lone-dimpled grin he’d given me over a dozen times. Private moments between us were few. Losing myself with Blain… his touch, his lips, his everything, turned my bones to mush.
If only the bliss could’ve lasted longer.
The somber memory of yesterday, Blain’s life nearly lost, all still too real. The awareness created an empty pit in my stomach. Within seconds, the daydreamed effects of us together and safe shattered.
My body stiffened. Thank goodness Morpheus barged in before Blain caught on that something was wrong.
Blain’s wandering hand on my stomach froze, and his lips stopped moving. Resting his forehead against mine, a growling sound deep in his throat emerged. “I should’ve let you take him out,” he said, frustrated.
I smiled. Regardless of what was going on, knowing the effect I had over Blain kinda rocked. Strike that, it totally kicked ass.
Blain sighed. “Please tell me the reason you’re in my room is because you’ve found Melia and destroyed her. I’d really like to get back to spending time with my girlfriend.”
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Untold Press is thrilled to release another adventure by J.A. Campbell. Saga—Legends of the Travelers is the first book in this new series and is sure to excite fantasy fans of all ages with its action and suspense. To find more books by J.A. Campbell stop by Untold Press.
Taken from her people as a foal, Saga is plunged into a world completely foreign to her. All Travelers know other worlds exist, but they don’t expect to actually experience them until they are adults. Saga must learn to adapt to her new surroundings if she wants to survive until she’s old enough to be able to Travel among worlds and return to her people.
Jarl is the son of the Vanir High Mages and heir to the throne. Though young, his parents entrust him with the care and training of the captured Traveler foal. However, none of the Vanir understand just how intelligent the Travelers are and they may have given Jarl more than he can handle.
When Saga escapes, the High Mages decide she is too much trouble and has to be killed. Jarl defies his parents and goes after her. Will they remain enemies when Jarl finds her, or will they form a bond of friendship strong enough to save Saga’s life?
~ About the Author ~
Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.
I can teleport between places, much like you. Jarl, I can teleport between worlds. ~Saga—Legends of the Travelers,1 by J.A. Campbell
Other Works by J.A. Campbell
Sabaska’s Tale #1 and Sabaska’s Quest #2
(Tales of the Travelers)
Into the West
Senior Year Bites
Happily Ever Afterlife
I am not a horse. I will not sleep in a stall ever again. She stomped her foot for emphasis. ~SAGA—Legends of the Travelers, 1 by J.A. Campbell
~ Excerpt ~
“My Prince, High Mage Nessa sent me to fetch you.”
Jarl considered ignoring the servant. He was in the middle of a great battle with a couple of the other mage children and he wanted to test his catapult. If Jarl sent him away, he knew his parents, the high mages, wouldn’t be pleased. The thought of actually having to do chores, even if only for a week, was distasteful. They had servants for a reason, after all.
Jarl sighed and waved at his friends before acknowledging the servant. The boy wasn’t much older than him, and wore plain brown as all the servants did. He looked up hopefully from the ground, briefly meeting Jarl’s eyes, before remembering his place and casting his gaze to the ground again.
That breach of etiquette could get the boy flogged, and perhaps Jarl would save him greater punishment later if he had him whipped now. It was only a lash when you met the eyes of a son or daughter of a great mage or noble. The twenty required if you dared to look into the eyes of one of the mages would probably kill the boy. Jarl decided it was too much trouble and ignored the eye contact.
“Their private rooms.”
Jarl’s stomach sank. Maybe they’d found out about the prank he and Conor had played on Cook. It hadn’t been nice, putting cheese crumbs in her favorite apron and leaving it where the rats could get to it, but she was mean. She’d been head cook for as long as anyone could remember and made the most amazing pies, which was probably why his father tolerated her disrespectful attitude.
Jarl nodded and headed across the well-manicured grounds toward the castle. Built with magic and stone, the castle towered above him. Banners flapped from the battlements, snapping in the breeze that didn’t reach down into the walled grounds.
One of the side entrances was closest and, once inside, he dashed into the servants’ ways. He wasn’t supposed to run through the narrow hallways and grand corridors because a ruler’s son was always composed and regal. He could get away with it in the dank servants’ ways though, as long as he wasn’t out of breath when he arrived.
In good shape, Jarl could run forever like the dire wolves that hunted the northern mountains. It was completely permissible for Jarl to run outside and he loved the feeling of freedom that it gave him. One day he would be permitted beyond the confines of the castle and would race all over his world.
Those musings kept him occupied until he ran out of back ways to dash through. He stopped and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart, made sure his clothing wasn’t disheveled, and then stepped into the opulent hallway that led to his parents’ suites. The thick blue carpeting muffled his footfalls and he felt the eyes of the guards stationed periodically through the hallway on his back. When he boldly looked at them however, none seemed to have moved a muscle, not even to twist their eyes and look at him. The guards wore dark green livery emblazoned with the crystal and the griffin. Only mages wore blue. Even mages in training couldn’t wear blue until they reached the first order.
Jarl reached the heavy oak doors carved with the ever-present griffin and crystal symbols. The guards ignored him and he knocked on the door. An attendant inside opened it for him. Jarl hurried through the outer receiving room, well used to its ornate decorations and elegantly carved furniture. Blue dominated the room. Mostly bare except for some comfortable furniture for lounging and tables and lamps for reading. The private room beyond contrasted sharply. The tapestry and the picture of Jarl and his mother were the only decorations.
His parents sat at the table reading. They both looked at him when he entered, and Jarl tried not to act guilty.
“Your hair is sticking up. I do believe you have a leaf in it.” His mother sounded stern, but he could see a glint of amusement in her eyes.
“Sorry, Mother.” He ran a hand through his short curls and pulled the offending leaf out of his hair. Then he held it awkwardly, not knowing what to do with it.
“Oh, throw it in the fireplace and come here.” She smiled and stood. Jarl did as he was told and hugged his mother tightly.
His father stood. “How are you today, son?”
“Fine, Father. What can I do for you?” At only ten, the formality was hard for Jarl, but he did try.
“We have a surprise for you.”
Jarl’s heart lightened. They hadn’t heard about the cheese! He couldn’t understand how though, as Cook had raised a huge fuss when she’d found her rat-chewed apron.
A slight smile creased his father’s face at the eagerness in his voice. Jarl had tried to contain it, but he loved good surprises. The smile made him even happier, slight as it was. Geraint Ilmarinen was not a man used to smiling.
“If you’re good, and you master that spell you’ve been struggling with, you’ll find out tonight. Meet us in the stables an hour after dinner.”
Jarl’s heart sank again, but only a little. He almost had that spell down. Requiring concentration on two different components at once, thus far he’d managed to fail at the last minute every time.
“Go practice, Jarl. We’ll forgive you if you need to miss your dinner.” His mother’s smile appeared more often, but still he treasured it. He grinned back at her.
“Yes, Mother. If I may be excused?” Having permission to skip dinner meant he could send a servant for food and avoid having to dress nicely and all that stuff he hated about court.
He gave a quick bow and, unable to contain his excitement, he ran from the room.
“Walk!” The tolerant reprimand followed him out the door and he forced himself to slow once he reached the public hallway.
It didn’t take long for him to arrive at the practice room, and he set to work on the spell with renewed enthusiasm.
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It took him several hours, and he almost forgot to eat the dinner that the servant brought for him, but Jarl finally got the spell to work. For all the effort, it was a relatively simple result. He was supposed to take a regular candle and make it burn with a green flame. Lighting the candle with magic was simple enough. However, altering the components of the wick to make it burn green wasn’t as easy. Jarl could have cast a simple illusion on the flame, but that wasn’t the point of the exercise. Supposedly, once you could perform the spell reliably with a candle, and then other fires, you would be able to apply the principles to much more complicated and powerful works of magic.
Jarl, now able to focus on something other than the magic singing through his veins, distantly heard the bell toll seven times. He was late! He should have left for the stables twenty minutes ago. He hastily grabbed a fresh candle, along with the one he’d managed to craft the spell on, and slipped into the servants’ ways so he could run. His parents would understand. They always did when magic was involved, however he didn’t want to keep them waiting, or they might decide he hadn’t mastered the spell in time.
He hadn’t even had time to wonder about the surprise. He thought it might be a horse of his very own since they were meeting in the stables. He could ride any horse he wanted—as long as it wasn’t one of the hunting or warhorses. To have one of his very own seemed special. It also meant his father might start taking him out into the countryside more. Jarl felt confined, like he was missing out on life, since he mostly had to stay on castle grounds until he went off to school in a few years. Those with magical talent had to be protected until they could protect themselves. Shadow creatures called Ovattr hunted mages, very effectively. Now and again, a body would be returned to the castle, or the Mage School, torn by claw and tooth. The treacherous Alfar created the creatures long ago to destroy the human mages.
Jarl forced himself to walk when he reached the door leading from the servants’ ways to the outer courtyards. Though still light out at this time of year, the oppressive heat of the day had lifted, and a light breeze dried the sweat dampening his hair. A seabird cried out, circling overhead, seeming to mock Jarl for running late. In his impatience, Jarl ended up half jogging when he wasn’t in view of the stables, and walking as properly as he could when he knew his parents might see him. Liveried guards stood outside the main doors, the green contrasting nicely with the stone that made up the front of the stables. They didn’t so much as glance at Jarl. Still, he imagined he could feel their eyes on him as he scooted passed their forbidding presence. The statue-like guards had always unnerved him, though he worked hard not to let it show.
Airy and open, the stables smelled of horse and dust and sweet hay. A dapple-gray that Jarl occasionally rode nickered when he saw the boy. Jarl smiled and scratched the horse on the nose before heading deeper into the large building.
A high-pitched angry squeal, followed by the thump of hooves against a wooden stall, startled him. By the time most horses made it into the stables, they were quiet. The horses in training and the warhorses were kept elsewhere.
A bucket crashed to the ground. Jarl heard other angry thumps and squeals, and he thought he heard the ghost of a voice screaming: Let me go!
Fractured Energy is the exciting third installment of Lynn Vroman’s YA/Science Fiction Energy Series! Fractured Energy is published with Untold Press, along with the other thrilling books in this series.
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About Fractured Energy:
When Cassondra took Wilma’s energy, Lena’s mission changed. Only revenge matters now.
For the past year, Lena and her small army have tried to finish what they started, beginning with Earth: close the lines between worlds and end Exemplar’s hold on humanity. Unfortunately, the task is daunting. But unlike before, Lena has no problem pulling the trigger. As soon as her army takes care of threats in Earth, Lena goes back to Arcus—only to find out where the next war will be.
Tarek will do anything to mend Lena’s heart, even while she pushes him away. Only death for a death seems to ease the pain tearing her apart. But as much as he desires to heal the woman he loves, Tarek has to make sure Arcus stays safe from extermination.
After an attack, refugees Tarek has sworn to protect are terrified Exemplian authority will destroy their new home. Not able to defeat Exemplar’s direct assault, only one solution remains—a solution that will more than likely end in catastrophe: take the war to Exemplar and shut down their power source.
Lena doesn’t see disaster for her army—she sees victory and demands to go, refusing to miss a chance to kill more Exemplians.
While Lena hopes to save Wilma’s energy during the impossible mission, Tarek fears Lena will lose more than the war.
If she fails, Lena may lose herself completely.
They thought hiding in plain sight a brilliant idea. Set up camp in large cities where thousands of unassuming witnesses kept them safe from open attacks. Perfect, right? Surely, the rogue army wouldn’t think to involve innocent people.
Their first mistake.
No matter how big the city or how many people saw us, we had no problem killing Exemplians.
We had Winston, the mind-scrubbing champion.
Cheveyo, Earth’s Warden, believed this was the last nest. We hoped the Exemplian pricks would give up after tonight and move on to another world, another world my small army would follow them to.
But this last trip to Earth… I wanted to make sure they remembered me. I looked toward the sky before opening the café door and turning off my contego suit so the glow wouldn’t show through my sweatshirt. Exemplian satellites no doubt pointed in my direction. Whatever. Wouldn’t want them to miss the show, anyway.
I tugged my hood lower to cover more of my face and walked in. After stomping snow from my boots, I trudged between tables, dodging internet addicts hunched over their computers. For show, really. The three Guides, a middle-aged man, woman, and a muscle head, sitting by the window knew what I was as soon as the tinkling bell announced my presence, probably before then.
I felt them, too. Their static crinkled in my head so loud, I had to grit my teeth and force myself to walk to the counter. From the mirrored wall behind the clerk, I watched them scrutinizing me over their TracFones and café au laits.
“Puis-je vous aider?” The clerk snapped his fingers in my face and asked a second time when I ignored him to keep staring in the mirror.
“Oh, um…café noir, s’il vous plait.”
With any luck, the barista wouldn’t ask me anything else. Winston only gave me the “Black coffee, please” line to memorize. While waiting for my order, I pretended to admire the pastries in the glass encasement under the counter.
We’d been tracking them in Quebec for the better part of two months. These nesters were craftier, moving from spot to spot, but still easy to find. That it took us under a couple months to get their schedules down made the Exemplian authority look sloppy.
When the guy handed over the coffee, I gave him a coin. He shook his head, saying a few more things I didn’t understand. I shrugged, getting the gist when he wagged the money in my face, speaking much slower. Funny. No matter how drawn out his words were, I wouldn’t get it.
I handed him a couple more coins then turned from the register, giving the Guide trio a nervous glance. The idiots were already on their phones–more than likely letting their Protectors know they were on the move–and collecting their stuff to follow. Exemplians thought anyone not born on their world a moron. More than likely, they probably figured I was some clueless recycled Guide, living another life, right here in freezing-as-fuck Quebec.
Their second mistake.
The trio had followed me all morning until I gave them the slip fifteen minutes ago. How fortunate were they that I happened to waltz into the very café they were in?
Seriously, total dumbasses.
My heart hurt. Dumbass. Every time I even thought about the word, Wilma’s face flashed in my mind. Her little pet name for me when I pissed her off. God, I missed her.
I walked down the busy street at a decent clip, brushing tears away. This wasn’t the time. Now, I’d make every single person who followed me pay a little more for her death.
Make them pay over and over…
I turned the corner, off Rue Saint-Jean, away from the crowd shopping for Christmas. Slush soaked through my boots, numbing my toes. The late evening drizzle infiltrated my thick hoodie, too, drenching me from hair to skin. I ignored it, used to physical discomfort, and stopped to take a few sips of my steaming drink, giving the Guides a chance to catch up. Gross. The rest of the coffee landed in a snowbank. Still hated it.
When the fuzz returned, I got moving. Cheery sounds of shoppers and holiday music wafted after me as I strode farther, careful not to go too fast, lest they lose me again.
The streetlamps broken by yours truly a few hours before helped keep them confused, giving me the edge I’d need. Cell phone lights glowed behind me, though not putting much of a dent in the black. Unfortunately, complete darkness didn’t hide the fuzz getting stronger in my head, something I had grown to hate yet tolerate. Hopefully their Protectors were close so we could end this soon.
Arrogance happened to be the main weakness all Synod Exemplians had. No matter how many nests we’d destroyed, every single idiot we encountered believed they were smart enough to take us on–once they figured out who we were.
That would be their third mistake.
Exemplians were a quick study, always predictable. After a while, their stupidity bore me. But killing them never got old. Ever.
I stumbled when I turned around, making sure they noticed. Their chins lifted, and they were close enough for me to see smiles on their faces. I loved this part. When they believed their nervous prey finally figured out people stalked her.
I moved faster toward the one unbroken streetlight in front of an alley crammed with industrial-sized garbage cans. The smell coming from the frozen trash was way more pleasant than the fuzz clogging my head. I pretended to talk on my phone, adding a lot of scared flavor to my voice. Stupid Guides ate it up, my fear giving them the courage to come closer.
As soon as they were a few feet in front of me, I slid back my hood and gave them a smile of my own.
“Oh, no.” One sputtered that a few times, stopping while the two others, though not smiling anymore, kept coming at me.
Don’t Forget the first two books: Tainted Energy and Lost Energy
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About Lynn Vroman:
Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. The main result that came from honing her imagination skills was brilliantly failing algebra. Today, she still spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.
With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.
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