Out of Sync
by A. Bin Juran
(Out of Sync #1)
Publication date: October 23rd 2014
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
(Out of Sync #1)
Publication date: October 23rd 2014
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
Synopsis:
I’m a magical misfit
I won’t let it define me
A bolt-zapping disaster magnet
But at least I’m still trying
The guy I like asked me out
I hoped my luck was changing
Then my coven trials began
…they’re harder than I expected
Now my life hangs in the balance
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I do know this:
I’m not going down without a fight.
PROLOGUE
Low
grumbles emanated from the creatures circling me, grimly advertising their
intent.
The
sweltering desert heat clung to me like a second skin, causing beads of sweat
to trickle into my eyes.
I
squinted, inadvertently blurring my vision, which posed a problem given that my
newly adopted life plan had just been reduced to not ending up as dog food—or
whatever you would call the equivalent for wolves.
“Nice
wolfies . . .” I stammered, the bitter aftertaste of adrenaline lacing the back
of my throat.
Pointed
brown-stained teeth snapped at my feet as another wolf lunged closer, its acrid
breath filling my airways. I gagged. “You really should have yourself checked;
I’ve smelled doggy breath before, but this is taking it to a whole other
level,” I ventured, trying my hand at nurturing some rapport as my eyes darted,
searching for an escape route.
Yellow
eyes trailed my movements as drool began to accumulate in anticipation.
“Eating
me will not improve that smell,” I tried again, jerking my thumb at the
breather. Was this really my pitch? I wouldn’t add to your dental value?
“I’m
not that nutritious, either! Really, I eat a lot of junk,” I lied. I didn’t
actually get to do much snacking—though I would have been happy to if anyone
ever bothered to send some to my dorm room.
One
of the wolves slunk closer, grazing my knee with his dry nose.
My
voice caught as I continued trying to reason with the mongrels. “I’m not all
that chewable, either . . . . I’m bonier than I look.” Then I remembered how
fond canines were of bones and shut up, shaking my head with disbelief at what
was coming out of my mouth just in time to miss a set of snarling jaws hurtling
at my throat.
Being
eaten by a pack of hungry mutts was definitively not the way I wanted to go.
I could feel the panic crackle through me, swiftly building up
inside me.
I
tried to regulate my breathing as my fingers itched with electricity.
Deciding
it was time to take what action I could, I jerked my hands forward, and a bolt
of lightning
erupted from my hands and into the pack. Yes, it worked! Not only had I managed
not to set myself on fire, the bolt had actually landed in the general vicinity
of what I’d aimed at! Most of my thunderbolt throwing thus far had been limited
to uncontrolled spasms from nerves or anger, so this was quite a feat. But
there was no time for an awkward victory dance.
The
wolves recoiled momentarily from the sudden attack, giving me the opening I had
been waiting for. I lunged forward, hurtling my body toward the gap, hoping the
light show would afford me enough time to reach safety.
I
scrambled, gathering whatever energy I had left and ran.
After
a few minutes of frantic chase, I perceived a discoloration in the distance. I
set my sights on reaching that goal as the wolves shadowed my movements,
gnashing their ravenous jaws all around me.
As I
gained ground, I could make out more detail in the bleak colors. The
discoloration was a cave.
The
wolves were behind me, but I was closer. I would make it, I told myself; I had
to.
Hope
spread, infecting my mind and expanding my lungs, blinding me.
Reality, however, sank its filthy teeth into me.
I
yelped in agony as the pain shot through me. My legs buckled beneath me, and I
collapsed
into
the desert sand, a hair’s breadth from snarling, snapping teeth.
AUTHOR BIO:
When not immersed in books - be it writing or reading them - Ainat can usually be found nestling a cup of coffee in the company of her husband and twins. A former fast-food employee, T-shirt seller, and glorified secretary, Ainat eventually found herself with Bachelor's and LL.M. degrees and working as a lawyer. A few years later, listening to a catchy pop song about dream fulfillment, Ainat decided to buy a clunky little laptop and get to work. Ten novels and a much better laptop later, she came to the realization that hitting the double-digit mark meant it was time to publish and start consuming coffee (though not necessarily in that order).
When she isn't writing, editing, or mothering, Ainat enjoys reading promiscuously (which, to her, means she's reading several novels at a time while committing to none), watching political dramas and sci-fi series, and taking embarrassing memos-to-self complete with accents and dramatic pauses that should never be unleashed, ever.
3 comments:
Thank you for the awesome giveaway!
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