Undertow (Undertow #1)
by K.R. Conway
Release Date: October 11th 2013
Synopsis:
Luckless Eila is unknowingly the last of her kind: Rare. Gifted. Breakable. Stunning Raef is her kind's historic enemy: Soulless. Lethal. Lost. A legendary death 160 years before would set their lives to collide, forcing a beautiful killer to become a savior, a simple wallflower to become a warrior, and ruthless destiny to become a death sentence.
SUMMARY:
High school senior Eila Walker knows that good luck skips over her like an Easter Bunny on Speed. So when she inherits her grandmother's million-dollar Cape Cod home, she is downright shocked. And yeah, her new town isn't perfect: the cheerleaders are heinous clones, the local undertow can kill ya, and her Great Grams was supposedly fried by lightning in the harbor square. Still, Eila is hopeful her luckless days are in the past . . . until history decides to repeat itself.
A self-proclaimed loner and previous-social reject, Eila thinks she's hit the jackpot when drool-worthy Raef O’Reilly becomes her friendly, yet weirdly protective shadow. But being hauled beneath the waves by an unnatural undertow slams the brakes on bliss – especially when Raef storms to her aid with coal-black eyes and iron-like strength.
Eila, entirely freaked, demands an explanation and Raef comes clean, revealing that neither of them are average humans but rather the genetic remnants of an angelic pissing-match gone wrong. Eila supposedly can channel the power of human souls, while Raef is quite adept at stealing them. Even worse, the legend about her ancestor isn't such a myth, since Eila’s grandmother was one kick-ass warrior until her lightning-like power backfired. A power that is written all over Eila's DNA.
Now sought by Raef’s own family for her destructive ability, Eila must trust him to watch her back. But when a quest for information goes terribly wrong, Eila is suddenly left with only two options: become a weapon for the enemy or follow in her Gram’s fearless footsteps to save those she loves. Unfortunately she needs a willing enemy to ignite her suicidal energy and the only one she trusts has been guarding her butt and scorching her lips.
Undertow
by K.R. Conway
His
mouth tipped up, amused at my pitiful punch, so I went to whack him again, but
he snatched my wrist, holding it snuggly in his wide palm. My skin tingled softly
where he touched and he tugged me towards him, bringing my face closer to his.
“I
just want you safe, E. And I realize now that not hunting enough actually makes
me more of a liability. But don’t worry. I’ll hunt more.”
I
looked at his storm-blue eyes for a moment, allowing myself to enjoy our close
proximity. I could hear the voices of Kian and Ana discussing which movie to
watch, but their conversation barely registered in my head. I was as close to
Raef as I was the night he first kissed me, and thus my brain wasn’t
functioning too well anymore. I swallowed and finally pulled myself out of my
momentary stupor.
“We
had an agreement that you have not honored. If you really want me safe, you
will help me train,” I whispered.
His
face tensed and his grip on my wrist tightened. “I know. And I’m sorry I
haven’t supported you on that. But I will – I promise. Just let me figure out
where we can train and how. We can’t risk attracting any more government goons.
And we do it in stages. Basic self-defense first, okay?”
“Ana
comes along as well,” I demanded. It wasn’t a question, but a statement of
fact.
He
gave a quick nod, “The Elmo groupie learns to kick ass too.”
I
snorted a laugh, “It’s not Elmo!”
“All
furry monsters are the same in my book,” replied Raef, finally releasing my
hand.
I have been a journalist for 15 years and serve on the Board of Directors for the Cape Cod Writers Center. I also drive a 16-ton school bus because I am ENTIRELY NUTS.
In addition to working jobs that should come with a warning label , I hold a BA in Psychos (Forensic Psych), torment the tourists about Jaws, and occasionally jump from the Town Neck bridge in an attempt to reclaim my youth.
I live on Cape Cod with two smallish humans who apparently are my kids, my fishing-obsessed husband, two canines (adept at both flatulence and snoring), and a cage-defiant lovebird that sleeps in a miniature tent. Nope - that's not a type-o. The bird is quite the indoor camper.
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