Mystical (Mystical, #1)
Release Date: 12/08/15
Limitless Publishing
240 pages
Summary from Goodreads:
When Eliza Rose found out she was a witch, she thought she’d be casting spells…
When Eliza Rose found out she was a witch, she thought she’d be casting spells…
However, it turns out Eliza is on her way to becoming a mystical assassin. But first she has to start college with her best friend Dawn Roberts and her feline familiar Jared. If you think college is stressful, try finding your best friend being seduced—nearly to death—by a venomous fairy. Something is horribly wrong, and Eliza must find out what it is.
Knowing who’s who in the Mystical world can be a burden—or save her life…
Murderous mermaids, seductive fairies, and manipulative elves are terrifying enough, but pure witches can become corrupt…and they’re the most dangerous creatures of all. Eliza struggles to discover the source of this chaos, but is repeatedly attacked—and saved by a shadowy figure. On a very personal note, Eliza must learn whether corruption is beginning to claim her mother.
Her strongest ally might be handsome, enigmatic Donovan—but he is hiding a shocking secret…
Donovan wants nothing to do with his old gang—not after the things they’d made him do. But when he meets Eliza, he’s both frustrated by her amateur skills and impressed by her emerging strength, and he feels compelled to help her grow into the assassin she’s meant to be.
Every answer has a price, and there are beings born to corrupt the pure.
Eliza fights to master her skills before it’s too late, while Donovan must determine whether Eliza can be saved…or if she must die to keep her out of the hands of those who would use her powers to reign over all of Mystical.
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Michael believes he is a mad scientist experimenting with his own imagination. He enjoys world building and having alluring conversations with his stubborn characters.
He is your author of The Mystical Trilogy, Casso and TESTED. Specializing in many genres such as Fantasy, Urban Fiction, Dystopian, Young and New Adult. Most of his inspirations come from fairy-tales, music, and his curious what ifs.
You can find him anywhere to snuggling in a comfy seat with hot cocoa Netflix binging, or taking a soothing walk along the forest lines. Possibly diving in a tank with sharks, but that would be too insane.
He is a shopaholic east coaster living in Virginia with his fury companion Coco.
Where the two live happily ever after.
He is your author of The Mystical Trilogy, Casso and TESTED. Specializing in many genres such as Fantasy, Urban Fiction, Dystopian, Young and New Adult. Most of his inspirations come from fairy-tales, music, and his curious what ifs.
You can find him anywhere to snuggling in a comfy seat with hot cocoa Netflix binging, or taking a soothing walk along the forest lines. Possibly diving in a tank with sharks, but that would be too insane.
He is a shopaholic east coaster living in Virginia with his fury companion Coco.
Where the two live happily ever after.
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Excerpt:
I look at
the guy leaning against the vehicle. He’s wearing flip flops. His tanned
complexion gleams against the warm sun’s rays. He’s wearing light, blue washed
shorts with fashionable rips.
His jaws
are clenched, his body hard. He’s shirtless…very shirtless. Air trickles out of
my mouth as I exhale in awe. My heart beat slows down and the light, warm wind
moves the tiny hairs on my skin.
The gravel
beneath him crunches and rumbles as he slowly walks toward me. He smirks at me.
His chocolate eyes are mouthwatering.
I feel a
presence around us as the air between our bodies stiffened. Hollister cologne
slithers up into my nostrils. My nose flares as he touches me underneath my
chin with the tip of his thumb. He leans over me and whispers into my ear.
“You’re
staring again, Miss Swift,” he says, his voice rough and raspy. I shudder.
Goose bumps pop on my skin, traveling down from my ear onto my lower back.
He must be
rich if he has both a motorcycle and a car. I can’t believe Eric is in front of
me and not Dawn. How does he even know where I live?
My lips
part slowly. I say, “I—I’m sorry.”
He slides
his hand down my arm. I grip the strap of my beach bag because I’m nervous. He
eventually finds my fingers and gently loosens the grip. While he continues to
stare into my eyes, I see their light green reflection through his.
“I didn’t
say I didn’t like it,” he replies. He grabs my beach bag and interrupts my
daze. My eyes flutter up to his face. He was so close to me...The nerves in my
body tickle against my skin.
His
muscular chest rises as he breathes, and the veins along his slim arms are
visible. I glance down at my beach bag.
“Where’s,
uh, Dawn?” I manage to say, looking around. I purse my lips and pull out my
cellphone to shoot her a text, but he grabs my phone and places it in his
pocket.
“Don’t
worry about it,” he says under his breath, grinning.
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