Burdened (Book 1)
by Peiri Ann
Release Date: April 2014
Summary from Goodreads:
Eighteen-year-old Tracey Warren
is a ‘run-of-the-mill’ high school student on the verge of graduation. She has
her friends and her fun; she has life all figured out. Or she thought she did.
Her pedestrian reality crashes
around her after an innocuous touch from a diabolically handsome stranger. Just
one touch from Nathan Newcomb and her head and her world spins out of control.
Soon she discovers that the only cure for the uneasy feelings and pain is
Nathan himself. A man whose very existence balances between violent chaos and
rigidly controlled dangers.
Nathan knows that the life of a
woman mated to a burdened Sephlem is destined for peril beyond a human’s
reckoning. But Tracey calls to his desire to experience love in spite of the
hazards. And Nathan’s impossibly potent magnetism draws Tracey into a bonding
that will put her in mortal danger again and again.
Once the pair becomes one, the
threat escalates and nowhere is safe. There are enemies that lurk behind every
corner. But the greatest danger may be in the bloodlines that course through
Nathan’s veins.
Can a love for all time survive or will their burdened souls surrender and fade away?
Can a love for all time survive or will their burdened souls surrender and fade away?
(Warning: Burdened contains mature contact and
strong language some may not find appropriate for readers under the age of 18.)
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Waking up, I’m
turned into Nathan and facing the couch. His breaths are deep, which tells me
he’s asleep. I sit up slightly, trying not to wake him. Looking around,
everyone is pretty much asleep, while another movie on the TV demands someone
to press ‘play.’
There are no
windows, so I can’t determine what time of the day it is. It feels like it’s
maybe seven or eight.
“What’s wrong,
Tracey?” I look toward the voice and Cindy is laying on Little Nathan, looking
at me.
“Nothing.” My hands
heat—not a good sign for Cindy.
“You should lay
back down then—if you’re fine and all.” The film covers my eyes, and her image
changes like Nathan’s did. She looks like a…jackal. Like the monster without
the cage around her head, every other tooth is sharp and her gums are blood
red. She has light grey skin with scars and cuts on her face and arms, and her
nails are long and a darker shade of grey. I blink and she is back to regular.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I
blink again and the jackal leaps forward, to attack me.
Shit! I flip
backward over the edge of the couch, trying to get away from her—making a lot
of noise apparently, because everyone jumps up. I look back at Cindy. She is
still lying across Little Nathan, staring at me like I had lost it.
She scared the shit
out of me. It had to be her.
Nathan is up and
next to me. “You okay? What happened?”
“Yeah. Can we go?”
I’m feeling weird being down here with her, and her attacking me but not attacking me.
“Yes…” he says
slowly, looking at me as if he’s looking through
me. He must be in my head. I don’t mind—not right now anyway. I need him to see
what I saw.
“Hey Tracey, you
okay?” Glen says from behind me.
I turn to her and
nod, hearing Nathan tell everyone we will be back later.
That girl scared
the shit out of me. She looked just like a jackal—a real one: grey skin, black
hair, sharp nails, scratched face—and she tried to attack me.
“Let me know if you
all need anything,” Taylor says to us.
“We will.” Nathan
grabs the blanket and we leave the basement. He stops me at the top of the
stairs, gently grabbing my face. I place my back against the door.
“Are you okay?”
About the Author
I fell in love with the short story writing after I
started reading a lot of fiction fantasy. I loved the idea of creating new
worlds and placing people to live within them. Then came the love. Awe...love.
Specifically I love to write paranormal romance, adding a twist to everyday
life. I'm a lover of YA and NA, but I've written some middle grade fantasy
fiction that is soon to be released.
You can never write 'too much,' you can never read
'too much,' you never learn 'too much,' and there is never 'too much'
imagination and creation. Everyday is a new day to dream, to create,
to love, to try again and again, to live, and to explore. Time may be
short but we have to take as much of it as we can, to make sure it doesn't
slip away.
My moto, "Love Life's Loves because Life Loves
You"
If you love something, do what you need to do to
have it, the only person holding you back is you.
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