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Whisper by Heather Hildenbrand

New Adult Paranormal Fantasy

The Cherokee believe when a person dies, their soul is reborn.

 Life is repeated.

 An endless cycle of lessons to be learned, love to be found, destiny to be fulfilled. 

For the past six months, in every flower, every bird, I’ve imagined my parents, relieved of their human forms.

Now, after five months at the Skye View Wellness Center, it was summer.

 A time for parties and friends, but that’s the last thing I want to do.

 So when my best friend Erin convinces me to attend a bonfire at Eagle Point, I can’t handle the crowd full of sympathetic stares or drunken class clowns who would use my tragedy as a way into my heart – or my pants. 

The solitude of the woods offers an escape, until I stumble upon a boy, unconscious and bleeding, his pockets stuffed not with identification but with poetry illustrating the beauty of dying. 

I’ve seen enough death. I will not leave this boy’s side.

Even after he wakes, when the only thing he can remember are visions of events that haven’t happened yet… 

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Excerpt

 
The gold dress was both beautiful and evil all at once.

I stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, frowning until my face hurt and contemplating how Erin would react if I showed up to my party wearing jeans and a sweatshirt instead.

My reflection reminded me of the vision, and even though Dylan said it wasn’t this exact dress, it felt close enough—the shimmery, silky material that felt like water in my hands, the way it pooled at my feet even with my strappy heels.

 It was as if the dress itself held the ability to make that vision a reality simply by wearing it.

 But I had nothing else.

I told myself it was my own fears reflecting back. 

Fancy fabric couldn’t manifest a destiny any more than a person could fight it. 

But, although the sun still blazed with late afternoon heat, the day felt ominous.

 Or maybe it was me.

Taregan hadn’t made a play—hell, he hadn’t made a peep—since our parking lot encounter. 

That’d been days ago. 

I wanted to find out whether his blood ritual had worked, but Dylan refused to contact him. 

For any reason. 

Every time I brought it up, his fury worked its way into his tense jaw and then his pursed lips and I gave up. 

The warrior wouldn’t budge.

Time, on the other hand, only moved forward.

 And now we were here, my birthday.

Dylan was in his room, supposedly showering, though I’d checked on him twice already, and he’d been standing in the middle of his room, eyes glued to another history book he’d brought up from the stacks. 

A last-minute loophole search.

 So far, nothing.

I strained my ears and thought I heard the sound of water running.

 I’d give him ten more minutes and then check again.

Thinking of Dylan, picturing his face, was enough to make me tremble.

 And it had nothing to do with Taregan or curses or anything beyond my own body’s lust thermometer. 

I locked my knees against the weakness that threatened as I thought back to the other night in the library. 

Hands and mouths exploring, asking, taking. 

There had been a moment, though brief, where nerves had threatened to shut me down.

 But then Dylan had removed his clothes and the way he looked in the soft light of the fire, his broad chest and satin shoulders, had taken my breath away.

 And given me a confidence only our kind of unerring love could.

 After that, it had been …

Was there a word for something that amazing?

About The Author:

Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper, and the Dirty Blood series. 

I write, read, and fuss at my kids.

 Oh, and I do laundry, lots of laundry. 

I’m pretty good at it, too.

 Sometimes I even read WHILE doing laundry – and fussing at my kids. 

I’m a multi-tasker.

For more information on my books, release dates, or just general stalker material, um, I mean FAN material, visit my website. 

www.heatherhildenbrand.blogspot.com.

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 I love vintage tees, hate socks with sandals, and if my house was on fire the one thing I’d grab is my Amazon Fire TV!

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