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Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Summary:

Sophie loves being an elemental. Being able to bend the natural world to her will is thrilling, even if the need for secrecy is putting a cramp in her dating life. Lately, though, her powers have been growing, making it difficult to resist the heady temptation to use her gifts.

Trying to balance the elemental world with having a normal life is tough enough without her overbearing, way-too-perfect, and way-too-good-looking guardian Aidan watching—and judging—her every move. The trouble is she’s not sure where she fits in and she’s sure as heck not ready to conform to stringent elemental rules.

But when secrets about her life are revealed and outside forces threaten everything Sophie holds dear, she must embrace who she is or risk losing it all.

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About the Author

Jessica Ruddick is a 2014 Golden Heart finalist for her new adult novel, Letting Go, whichPaeYNjyg.jpeg was inspired by her own college experiences. She lives in Virginia and is married to her college sweetheart—their first date was a fraternity toga party (and nothing inspires love like a toga, right?). When she doesn’t have her nose in a book or her hands on a keyboard, she can be found wrangling her two rambunctious sons, taming two rowdy but lovable rescue dogs, and battling the herd of dust bunnies that has taken up residence in her home. To learn more about Jessica, please visit her website at www.jessicaruddick.com.

Author Links:

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Guest Post

Why I Chose To Write YA

YA is the genre of firsts—first loves, first real problems, first experiences. It’s also the genre of possibility—teens still have their whole lives in front of them and anything is possible. As an adult, I’m often weighed down by the mundane—paying the mortgage, doing the laundry, going grocery shopping. It’s nice to escape into a world that I don’t have to worry about adult responsibility. That’s not to say the teen characters in YA don’t have responsibilities. After all, many of them literally deal with life and death stakes. But overall, they are not yet jaded with the world like many adults are.

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Excerpt

I remained on the bench, utterly destroyed. Residual power flowed through me, and I reveled in the sensation. I closed my eyes, blocking out the chaos around me. A small smile graced my lips.

“Sophie!” Lena’s voice pulled me out of my stupor, and I realized I was shivering. My clothing was completely soaked through. Her clothing was drenched as well, and she’d abandoned her hat and scarf. Her short hair was plastered to her head like a blond helmet.

“Come on,” she shouted so she could be heard over the rain. “Let’s get out of here.”

I looked around me, shocked to discover the stadium was nearly empty. I wondered how long I had been sitting there, drunk on the aftermath of using my powers.

The lingering shreds of exhilaration dissipated, giving way to the sick feeling that I’d opened the Pandora’s box inside me.

***

Aidan strode to my bed and yanked the blankets off me in one swift move. “Get up.”

I gaped at him. “How do you know I wasn’t naked under here?”

I was wearing ratty pajama pants and a tank top, but he hadn’t known that.

His gaze shifted over me. His eyes darkened, and a strange expression briefly crossed his face. It was so quick I thought I’d imagined it. Then he swallowed and returned his gaze to my face, staring at me quietly for a moment before looking away.

I hadn’t meant for my comment to inspire that. Feeling vulnerable and beautiful at the same time, I blushed, pulling the blankets up to my ears. Confusion filled me. So many of my recent interactions with Aidan had left me perplexed and conflicted. Part of me wanted things to go back to normal, but a more insistent part wanted to explore this new development.

“I’m not that lucky.” He smirked but kept his gaze averted. “Get dressed. Meet me downstairs.” He shut the door behind him, leaving me to get ready.

What the heck had just happened?

I’m not that lucky.

Was he… could he have been flirting with me?

I laughed. Of course he wasn’t. The idea was laughable. Even more laughable was my disappointment. Thank goodness no one could read my mind. I would have been humiliated if anyone knew I was upset—however fleetingly—by the lack of flirting.

This was Aidan we were talking about.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I did need to get out of my room. The funk that had taken hold of me was obviously causing crazy, irrational thoughts.

***

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at me, probably waiting to see if I was done babbling. I wanted to face-palm myself. I never babbled. I’d sounded like an idiot. I wished I could blame it on the drug, but I’d already determined it was no longer affecting me.

Looking down at my toes, I suddenly found their unpainted state fascinating. The thing was, I didn’t need him to help me, but I wanted him to.

That realization rolled around in my mind. The air between us was thick, becoming more uncomfortable with every second.

What was up with this craziness? This was Aidan.

Aidan, who I used to play hide-and-go-seek with. Aidan, who enjoyed antagonizing me with tough workouts. Aidan, who’d been so kind and gentle when I’d needed it most.

I racked my brain for a smartass comment to break the tension, but nothing came to mind. Nothing appropriate anyway. Not that I’d ever cared about being appropriate.

The rules had changed—that much I was sure of—but I didn’t know what the new rules were.

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