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Cheyenne Loveless was just a boring sixteen-year-old girl. Then Denver Collins bit her and everything changed. Her plants start talking to her, she finds out she’s a Nymph, and a witch and the angel of death show up at her doorstep to take her away to the prestigious Vala School and Seminary. Oh, and she has no choice in the matter.
All she wants to do is blend in and return to being invisible, but the more time that passes, the harder that becomes. Plus she’s a daughter of the Divine, an exclusive secret society which rules the world of myth, and discovers she is a key ingredient to an ancient covenant created before she was born. A covenant that will reshape the order of the world.
Adjusting to a new school is difficult enough, but adding on everyone else’s hidden agendas is the icing on the cake. Cheyenne must learn to see through the lies in order to find her place — and possibly even love — in this new world.
All she wants to do is blend in and return to being invisible, but the more time that passes, the harder that becomes. Plus she’s a daughter of the Divine, an exclusive secret society which rules the world of myth, and discovers she is a key ingredient to an ancient covenant created before she was born. A covenant that will reshape the order of the world.
Adjusting to a new school is difficult enough, but adding on everyone else’s hidden agendas is the icing on the cake. Cheyenne must learn to see through the lies in order to find her place — and possibly even love — in this new world.
Excerpt From Vala: Agendas
“So where are you from?”
“Does it matter?”
It didn’t, but she still wanted to know. “Yes.”
He turned his body, now leaning onto the wall with his left
elbow supporting him. A small laugh escaped his lips and he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t ruin the moment by asking a lot of stupid questions.”
She blinked a few times with surprise. “We’re having a
moment?”
“Yeah.” He kept his eyes locked on hers. He must have
known the effect they were having. When she looked into them, she could see gleefulness inside him, as if he were playing some kind of a game and winning. It took her a moment to realize she was the game and she was letting him win. As much as she wanted to stop him and take back control, she found herself unable to.
“Sorry, it’s that smell again,” he said. The next thing she
knew, his body was pressing hers against the wall and his nose was sniffing along the curve of her neck. He paused at the flesh
connecting it to her shoulders and kissed it ever so gently. “It’s
intoxicating. I hope you don’t mind if I have a taste.”
“Taste? A little taste couldn’t hurt, right? Only a tiny one,”
she stammered. What was this strange tingling she was feeling
inside? She couldn’t understand why she enjoyed what he was
doing so much. It felt so wrong, but in a good way.
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