Immortal dreams, p.1
Immortal Dreams, page 1
Chrissy Peebles and C.M. Owens
Published by Dark Shadows Publishing, 2014.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
First edition. April 14, 2014.
Copyright © 2014 Chrissy Peebles and C.M. Owens.
Written by Chrissy Peebles and C.M. Owens.
Table of Contents
BOOK 1 Deadly Beauties
To be continued....
3 stories. 3 Immortal Dreams. 3 Immortal Destinies. We hope you enjoy the books you are about to read and meet some new characters to love!
BOOK 1 Deadly Beauties
Alyssa Coldwell decides to put her destiny as an immortal witch to the side, so she can take the chance to live like a normal girl amongst regular humans before she too is part of the fey world. She wants a break from magic and all the dangerous drama that comes with it, but life doesn't always let you do as you please.
Magic is supposed to be simple - you're either light or dark. But Alyssa is brutally awakened when she learns that life isn't always so simple. There are gray areas, and there is more to being light than simply saying you are.
But magic isn't her only problem, humans have problems as well. When she meets Kane Ice, she finds herself in a situation she's never been before. She's been sheltered by her overly protective mother, so being with a guy hasn't ever been an easy task. Kane makes it impossible not to try... while she can. Though she knows she'll have to leave him once her body turns immortal, she can't help but fall for him.
What's the problem with a witch loving a human? So, so many things. Her world is too dangerous, and her attempt to take a break from it fails miserably when her mother is taken captive. With danger always around her, she knows Kane will never be safe. But it's too hard to let him go.
Kane's not so fragile though, and he refuses to lose the only girl he's ever really cared for. Secrets are a part of Alyssa's life, but she's not the only one with a locked vault full of unspoken truths. When the secrets come out, Alyssa loses all her faith, her will, and her hope.
Genre: Paranormal romance and fantasy adventure
BOOK TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_w-eZwPJbA
Never marry a stranger...even if he is a drop-dead gorgeous immortal king.
Never pretend to be a princess.
And most importantly...never slip on an ancient wedding ring you know nothing about.
Sarah Larker returns to a cave where her sister disappeared ten years earlier. She walks through a portal and is mistaken for a runaway princess on the run by a dangerous immortal king in medieval times. Her plan is bold as well as daring—become this princess, wed the king, and slip on an ancient wedding ring that will unlock the portal back home. Then find her sister and run as fast as she can out of Dodge. But taking on the identity of Princess Gloria comes along with dangerous consequences; and slipping on the ruby ring comes with an even higher price.
BLURB: Daughter of Aphrodite
Oh my Goddess! Just when Adisia Titan gives up on men, she finds Devin Cole. He's sexy, rich, and... persistent. Against her better judgment, she falls for him harder than she ever thought she could. But, Devin's secretive eyes and cryptic conversations leave her worried a stinging heartbreak is inevitable. Devin's secrets come to light, leaving her completely shocked and horrified. But not as horrified as she is when she learns her own secrets. Adisia never believed in the world of supernatural until it came crashing down at her feet. Now she's stuck in between the two realms, both promising to leave her destroyed.
Devin refuses to lose her, and to keep her safe, he'll sacrifice everything. With death's breath on their back, they're forced to face a force they're not ready to contend with. Too many fates lie in their hands, and too many are ready to tear them down. Their love may just be the key to saving the world from the fate the dark hands are trying to deal.
This is the end of this introduction. Book 1 will start now. Thanks for joining and giving each series a chance.
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Text Copyright 2013 by Christie M. Owens.
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"Maybe tomorrow we can find someone to take care of the rest of your furniture," my mother breathlessly releases, as we finish heaving my far too heavy couch into the living room.
"Or we could finish now since I have to start work tomorrow," I chirp with a grin.
I know she's not tired, but she's very opposed to doing things the human way. Too bad. That's what I plan to be for as long as I can.
"I could go persuade some of your hunky new neighbors to help us out," she says while flashing me a scandalous grin.
The candles in the house flicker before rising to a flame as the fire starts to spread over her eyes, making me scowl in response.
"No magic in my house," I caution while standing up and heading back out.
"It would be a hell of a lot easier to get your stuff in using magic," she huffs as the candles stop their blazing intent without leaving a smoky trail.
"Not concerned about getting it done easily," I chuckle out. "That's sort of the point of my new start."
She follows me to the oversized truck I rented, and we start lugging out the next set of furnishings.
"It's part of you, Alyssa. The sooner you start accepting it, the better. You're so pow-"
"Don't say it," I interrupt, holding a hand up. "If you say it, I'll finish unpacking by myself."
She crosses her arms in protest, but I roll my eyes as I head back into the house while carrying my two lamps. As soon as I walk in, a growl of agitation slips through my tight lips. All of my furniture, clothes, and everything else has been put into place. Even my pictures are hanging on the damn walls.
"Seriously?" I gripe, knowing damn well she's out there laughing.
She walks in, a smug look on her face, and I roll my eyes.
"What? You can't expect me to spend all day sweating and toiling over all this unnecessary labor when I'm not going to see my daughter for months."
Guilt. She always uses guilt. Amazing.
"Fine. I'll order a pizza, and you can grab some wine out of the grocery bags I have over-" I look up to see they've also been taken care of. "Never mind. You can find the wine wherever you put it."
She lets a bit of a chuckle escape and the television turns on as she passes by.
"Really? You're so lazy you can't even use the remote?"
"Not lazy, dear, just special... like you."
Oh you're special all right.
I somehow refrain from letting that snarky comment out.
"Get your hair out from behind your ears. You know I absolutely hate that."
And she wonders why I'm moving out.
My attention is drawn to the television when four pictures of young girls my age flash across the screen.
"If you see these women, please contact the police. They were last seen together on Midwalk Avenue.”
The television mutes when I press the button, and then I flip the channel quickly, hoping Mom didn't hear.
"I guess that means you didn't check to see what other immortals were roaming around here?" Mom asks as she walks back in with her phone at her face, reading. "Fifteen girls have gone missing this month alone. I don't like this."
"There are a variety of immortals all over the world, Mom. It's not like I can avoid living among all of them. Besides, they're apparently blood drinkers, which means they'll be moving along soon enough, and this will be one of the safest places around."
"It's not safe right now, and you're not immortal yet, meaning you can die as easily as a human."
And let the fight begin.
"I'm marked, Mom. If someone gets too close, I'll show them what I'm meant to become."
She scoffs, "That won't matter. If they give you the chance to show them, they'll just deny it if it comes to war. No one wants another dark ages, so our council will dismiss it as an accident."
I sigh as I head over to the pantry to pull out some popcorn. I'm exhausted from the move and the woman I stupidly asked to help me get situated in my new place.
"They're probably vampires or changers, considering the pretty girls they took. I'll just steer clear of pretty boys for a while."
She groans while rolling her eyes.
"Don't say vampires. It's so... juvenile. And pretty boys aren't the only night stalkers or changers. Pretty girls are night stalkers and changers too. Besides, this could be lycans, werewolves, werecats, dark users... the list goes on and on, Alyssa. I knew this was a bad idea. Just come home with me."
Turning around, I shake my head, meeting her determined gaze with my defiant glower. "No. I'm twenty, and I've already been knocked out of going to college because of your paranoia. You swore one of my professors was a changer you knew hundreds of years ago."
"He was," she growls.
Again, I'm forced to huff. She's impossible.
"The point is, this world is deadly for anyone, yet humans exist daily, living to be of old age and dying of natural causes. The chances of me actually running into harm are astronomical. Stop worrying so much."
She breathes out heavily, and then she vanishes briefly to reappear on the couch. That's one bit of magic I wouldn't mind having. It would save me from trying to afford a car.
"It just worries me. Promise me you'll use your powers if one of them comes after you."
"I have no problem using paranormal against paranormal," I say with a shrug. "I just don't want magic to be my life, not yet. I happen to like living like a regular girl. It's... comforting. Now, where's my wine?"
She smirks before vanishing again, and I hear a cork being pulled free from the bottle.
The diner isn't what I was expecting. You'd think a small town would have small business, but I've hardly had a chance to breathe, due to the ridiculous volume of customers.
"Thanks," I murmur to the guy who hands me a ten for a tip.
"My pleasure. You new around here?" he asks, his eyes staring into mine with an obvious agenda.
I check his eyes for sparks of blue to infuse, showing me his true identity, but they stay brown as he stares at me. His hair is too light to be a night stalker, and his thudding heartbeat is too quick to be a changer. I could be wrong, but judging by his pitiful posture and terrible wardrobe, I'd say I'm in the clear.
Just a horny human.
"Very new." I smile sweetly, and then I start to walk away when he pulls at my hand, catching me off guard.
"We're having a large dock party tonight. You're welcome to come. I could introduce you to some of the locals, help you make some friends."
He seems harmless enough, but vampires... er... I mean, night stalkers... are strongest under the moonlight. If they're here, they'll be hunting at night. My mother would flip the hell out if I was attacked, and knowing her, she'd level the town before our council could pass a verdict.
"Um, maybe," I lie, having no intentions of risking it.
"Here," he says, releasing my hand and scribbling down an address on a napkin. "If you decide to show, just come here. We might take one of the boats for a cruise later tonight. There will be a bonfire on shore."
I smile, showing a little gratitude, and then I wave sweetly at him after taking the proffered address.
Walking away, I felt his eyes on me. He was cute, but not my type. Unfortunately, I've got a nasty habit for being drawn to the bad, bad, very bad boys. I sure as hell don't want to end up like my mother. She has worse taste in men than I do.
"Alyssa, can you stay until nine tonight?" Francine asks as I walk behind the counter. "Darlene just called in, and we don't have anyone to cover."
"Um, yeah. I could use the extra cash."
Crap. So much for enjoying my first night alone in my new house.
"Thank you. You're a life saver."
At least now I'll be one step closer to getting a car.
The streets are dark, and my feet are killing me. I was supposed to get to leave at nine, but I ended up having to stay until eleven. What a great first day.
The night is perfect at least, just a slight breeze. Putting the diner to my back, I start walking home. I hate walking.
A chill hits my neck, as if a breath is being blown against it, but I turn to see nothing. Then I feel it again, and I roll my eyes.
"You can show yourself, Frankie."
No one answers, and my skin crawls. I assumed it was Frankie, my mother's best friend. He loves scaring the shit out of me. But he usually always starts laughing by now.
"Frankie?" I prompt, my hand tingling at my side as my magic starts to stir, ready to be used.
Nothing happens, and no one answers. Sighing, I turn around and slam into a hard body, almost falling to the ground before strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back to a safe balance.
"You okay?" a smooth voice asks, and I grumble to myself as I try to look up at him.
My knees wobble, my heart thuds, and my palms begin sweating as I stare into the gorgeous green eyes of a dark haired beauty. The way I'm shivering over him means he has to be terrible for my health.
His strong, chiseled face is nothing but flawless, and his dark hair sways with the wind, making me jealous of the fact I can't touch it with such ease.
I blush when I realize my hands are resting on his incredible waist, and he smirks in a way that makes me damn near dissolve.
"I said, are you okay?" he repeats, making my cheeks heat more when I realize I've forgotten how to damn speak.
"Um... yeah... you just startled me. Where'd you come from?"
He shrugs, nodding his head toward the diner.
"I was heading toward the diner for some pie, but I see I was too late. They sometimes stay open a little later if there are customers lingering around."
His smile is disarming, far too perfect. He's too frigging hot to be part of this small town... or human.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just finished locking up."
I start walking off, but he jogs up beside me, surprising me a little.
"You aren't from around here."
I pause, not sure if I should continue trying to speak to him. If he's a changer, I should probably keep from turning my back on him again. If he's a night stalker, I definitely don't want to turn my back on him.
"Um, is that a question or an observation?"
"Both, I suppose."
He smiles bigger, making my heart trip over its
“You're right. I just moved here from Colorado."
He stays at my side, keeping my pace as his hands cross behind his back.
"So are you going to the dock party? I hear it's supposed to be pretty great, and it's just up the road."
I look up, expecting to see a glisten of something in his eyes, but there's nothing there. I can't show him my mark until he reveals himself. It could kill a human to see it.
"No. I don't think so. I'm exhausted."
I start walking faster, and he keeps stride with me, his steps even and not seeming rushed like mine.
"Is Frankie your boyfriend?" he asks.
"You were calling for a Frankie back there," he murmurs softly, not sounding winded like me.
"Oh. No. Frankie is my mom's friend. I thought I saw him."
Or thought he was trying to scare the shit out of me.
"Ah. Your mom lives here with you then?"
I almost stumble, but I quickly regain my composure before he has to catch me again. I almost wish my mother did live with me right now. She's made me a fucking basket case, and I'm freaking out a little.
For all I know, this is just one hot human. It's not like every sexy creature is an immortal.
"Um, no. I assumed she sent him out here to check up on me. He likes to scare me, so I thought he was lingering in the parking lot."
He bites back a grin, seeming amused by something. He keeps his hands behind his back, casually enjoying the night while I clamber down the sidewalk.
"You seem... scared. Am I scaring you?"
"A little... are you following me home?" I worry, trying to provoke him into revealing himself and ending this cat-and-mouse game if he's really a blood drinker.
"Not at all," he laughs. "I'm going to the dock party. It's just around the corner up there. I thought it would seem creepier if I was walking behind you."
I let out a nervous laugh, finally relaxing a little, and he smiles his panty-dropping grin that makes the junction between my legs heat up and pulsate.
by Chrissy Peebles / Young Adult have rating 4 out of 5 / Based on32 votes