Today I have a special guest post. A fellow Lyrical Press author and my friend... Renita Pizzitola!!
LOVE this excerpt! Can not wait to read Gossamer! :D
Author: Renita Pizzitola
Genre: Young Adult/Paranormal/Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Release Date: October 8, 2012
Renita Pizzitola writes Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy. An avid reader herself, she has always enjoyed stories with witty humor, romance, and fascinating characters. Renita lives in Texas with her husband and two children. When not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and playing referee to her two typically adorable children.
**Visit Renita's website (here) for more information.
Shouldn't all faerytales end with happily-ever-after?
Kyla Ashbury is nearing her eighteenth birthday when a mysterious boy appears at school. Her instant attraction to him inexplicably awakens something inside her and she discovers her true identity.
Now, armed with the knowledge of her past, she is forced to leave behind the life she has always known for a new one filled with temptation, faery charm and magic, and a future she wasn't prepared for.
Kyla is left with a difficult decision…but no matter which path she chooses, someone will get hurt.
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“It’s kind of ironic our rendezvous point is at the corner of Magnolia and Pansy.” I chuckled. Grant looked at me and arched an eyebrow. He was so cute when he did that. “You know Pansy.” I got nothing. “It’s a joke. You know we are making our great, big, daring escape from Pansy Lane.” He still looked confused. I shook my head. “Never mind.” He didn’t press for an explanation. I shot him a sidelong glance. “Are all grants as serious as you?”
The corner of his mouth tugged up. “I can’t say all, but most grants are guards. Serious comes with the job.”
“So, you’re a guard?” He nodded. “Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?” A smile still played at the corners of his mouth.
“I’m not surprised. You’re observant and cautious. Protective. But, I guess that comes with the job, too.”
“Protective?” His tone doubtful as he repeated my word choice. “I don’t know about that. My job is to sense danger and act upon it if necessary. Safety--I provide safety. I think protectiveness is fueled by emotions, typically, and that goes beyond my job description.”
I was taken aback by Grant’s comment. It seemed almost cold. “But, you told my parents you’d protect me?”
We finally arrived at our destination and I could see Conor already waiting. Grant stopped and looked at me.
“And I will,” he said and walked away.
I was locked into place. My brain incapable of processing his comment and walking at the same time. Was that his way of saying he cared about me? Which really didn’t mean much. I cared about my friends, too. Oh, but I really wanted him to mean something more. Don’t read too much into it. I forced my mind to clear and approached the guys.
Grant filled Conor in on Lexie’s plans to pick us up. He seemed to like the idea of not having to walk the entire way and I could have sworn he liked the idea of seeing Lexie one last time.