“You want a ride?” he asks. “Or should I roll along beside you like a creepy stalker?”
I scrunch up my face, like I’m trying to decide. “Well, you do have a history of peeping in my bathroom window…”
“I never saw a thing.” He lets his gaze drift over me and I feel my skin tingle all over. His voice is low as he says, “Promise.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Shannen’s voice is a little higher than usual as she buckles her seatbelt.
“Absolutely,” I lie. “I’ve been practicing.”
She gives me a skeptical look and tugs her belt tight. I flash her a sunny smile and turn the key in the ignition. In truth, I’ve only had the car—my car— a few days and haven’t had much time for driving lessons. But I’ve been watching Aunt Rachel for years. How hard can it be?
MY SOUL TO LOSE
—The prequel: never before in print!—
Kaylee is just your average girl shopping at the mall with friends - until a terrified scream bursts from her that cannot be stopped. Taken to a hospital ward, will she be able to save her mind - and her life?
MY SOUL TO TAKE
She's always felt different, but now Kaylee discovers why. The screams that cannot be denied mean that someone near her will die - and she can never save them. Because saving one life means taking another....
MY SOUL TO SAVE
Going on dates with her boyfriend is still new to Kaylee. But when the singer of the band they're seeing dies onstage and Kaylee doesn't scream, she knows something crazy is going on. Soon she discovers souls can indeed be sold.... Don't miss the start of the series Kirkus says "Twilight fans will love."
Carina Olsen
Lydia Vanderwalk has an obsession with candy, so when she invents an NEB--non-existent boyfriend--who turns out to be the male hire-a-date equivalent of a jumbo box of Hot Tamales she knows she’s in trouble.
Lydia has worked hard to have the right job, the right wardrobe, and the right everything else, in the quest for the appearance of perfection. Fed up by conversation #3,524—not that she’s counting—about long-since-exed fiancé Gavin, Lydia goes to drastic measures to change the subject. When she needs her NEB for a golden career opportunity, she enlists a talent agent friend’s help to produce perfect date Phelps. He was supposed to be pure eye candy, but there’s more going on beneath the surface than Red Hots looks and Pop Rocks spontaneity.
Throw in a banking wunderkind ex-fiancé, a trio of cutthroat couture-climbers, and a designer of questionable orientation and origin, and Lydia soon learns that what you see is often much less than what you get when it comes to people and not everything in life can be solved by a Jolly Rancher and a trip to Ann Taylor.
Laver sets a tray of gourmet breakfast sushi in front of us and Quince quickly stabs at an awabi roll with his seasticks. The jab came a little too close for Laver’s comfort and he jerks his hand away before it winds up skewered.
In Deuce’s world, people earn the right to a name only if they survive their first fifteen years. By that point, each unnamed ‘brat’ has trained into one of three groups–Breeders, Builders, or Hunters, identifiable by the number of scars they bear on their arms. Deuce has wanted to be a Huntress for as long as she can remember.
As a Huntress, her purpose is clear—to brave the dangerous tunnels outside the enclave and bring back meat to feed the group while evading ferocious monsters known as Freaks. She’s worked toward this goal her whole life, and nothing’s going to stop her, not even a beautiful, brooding Hunter named Fade. When the mysterious boy becomes her partner, Deuce’s troubles are just beginning.
Down below, deviation from the rules is punished swiftly and harshly, and Fade doesn’t like following orders. At first Deuce thinks he’s crazy, but as death stalks their sanctuary, and it becomes clear the elders don’t always know best, Deuce wonders if Fade might be telling the truth. Her partner confuses her; she’s never known a boy like him before, as prone to touching her gently as using his knives with feral grace.
As Deuce’s perception shifts, so does the balance in the constant battle for survival. The mindless Freaks, once considered a threat only due to their sheer numbers, show signs of cunning and strategy… but the elders refuse to heed any warnings. Despite imminent disaster, the enclave puts their faith in strictures and sacrifice instead. No matter how she tries, Deuce cannot stem the dark tide that carries her far from the only world she’s ever known.
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Swimming over Acropora, on our way to the palace, I can see things have changed. Many of their once-flourishing coral reefs are pale and lifeless. Their structures look tattered around the edges and in need of some routine maintenance. And their streets and plazas, which I remember always bustling with merfolk, are practically empty.
I know Tellin said his people were seeking better lives on land and in other kingdoms, but hearing and seeing the truth are two different things.
Lili Lost In A Book
Quince throws me an inscrutable look before reaching out to unwrap the kelpaper from the bird’s leg. As soon as the paper is clear, the gull spreads his wings, smacks Quince in the face with two big flaps, and takes off over the ocean.
Quince spits a feather out of his mouth as he unrolls the scroll.