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On a Dark Wing
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Five years ago Abbey Chandler cheated Death. She survived a horrific car accident, but her lucky break came at the expense of her mother's life and changed everything. After she crossed paths with Death—by taking the hand of an ethereal boy made of clouds and sky—she would never be normal again. Abbey finds out the hard way that Death never forgets.
When the warm taste of blood filled my mouth, something felt seriously wrong. Momma. Please...help me. I searched for her, but couldn't move my head. I didn't even sense her next to me. I felt alone, cocooned in pain and deepening shadows. How long I lay there shivering, I didn't know, but eventually I sensed something that, to this day, I have never forgotten.
A strong presence filled the SUV. I strained to stay awake and searched the shadows, waiting for a glimpse of something...anything to explain the eerie feeling. After an intense light stabbed my eyes and sent a shock of pain down my spine, I saw movement. Something eclipsed the truck's headlights. It drifted toward me, inching closer until it hovered over my body. The brilliant glimmer swept over me and through me. Even though I could see through it, the light took shape and substance. The ghostly flicker turned into a body with arms and hands...and finally a face.
A boy's face.
I was only ten, but he looked older, like a high school boy. He had the most intense eyes that I'd ever seen. They were deep blue and reminded me of the frigid depths of the ocean, but his eyes weren't the most incredible thing about him. White tufts undulated and billowed within the boundaries of his filmy body, beautiful and peaceful. He conjured memories of a perfect summer day with me lying on my back on a grassy hilltop, picturing animal shapes in drifting white clouds. The boy fascinated me and I must have had the same impact on him. He stared at me with such concentration that it looked as if he were memorizing my face. Who are you? I wanted to ask, but I couldn't make my lips work.
When he reached out his hand, a strong impulse made me take it.
In the Arms of Stone Angels
Now available from Harlequin Teen
Brenna Nash is a dark and angry 16-year old girl dealing with the aftermath of being the only witness at the death of another young girl two years earlier. She'd been the one who had turned in the killer. And the accused murderer was the only true friend she had, Isaac "White Bird" Henry, a half-breed outcast of the Euchee tribe not much older than she is. Now years later, Brenna is forced to return to the small town of Shawano, Oklahoma where her ordeal happened.
And Shawano is the last place Brenna wants to be.
When I saw White Bird crying in the shadows of that dry creek bed, the sight of him sent chills over my skin. I should have paid attention to what my body was telling me back then—to stay away and leave him alone—but I didn't.
He was rocking in the shadows and muttering words I didn't understand. When I got closer, I saw he wasn't alone, but I couldn't see the girl's face. And tears were running down his cheeks. They glistened in the gray of morning, at the razor's edge of dawn. I wish I had stayed where I was that day—hiding in the dark—but my curiosity grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go.
Like an omen, the buzz of flies should have warned me. And thinking back on it, I wished that I had paid more attention to the sound. Even now, a single housefly can trigger that dark memory. And on nights when the dead can't comfort me to sleep, I still hear the unending noise of those flies and I think of him. Our paths had crossed that day as if it was always meant to be...
...and both of us were powerless to stop it.
