Book & Author details:
Transformed by E.V. Fairfall
Publication date: January 1st 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Romance,
Publication date: January 1st 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Romance,
Synopsis:
Thea, all-mighty Mother Earth, only had one rule to follow above all else, one promise to keep to her brother: never take a human form. She would’ve kept that promise if it weren’t for Brice. He’s handsome and confident, but above all he’s merciless.
He’s also a hunter who has tormented Thea for years. She believes if she could teach Brice compassion, she might finally be able to save her creations and herself from his savage ways. Then she meets Chamber: another hunter.
She soon finds herself fascinated by−and torn between−the two boys: Brice and Chamber. Lost within a torrent of human emotions, Thea starts to lose who she is as she falls in love with the one thing that she’s always hated: a hunter… a human.
He’s also a hunter who has tormented Thea for years. She believes if she could teach Brice compassion, she might finally be able to save her creations and herself from his savage ways. Then she meets Chamber: another hunter.
She soon finds herself fascinated by−and torn between−the two boys: Brice and Chamber. Lost within a torrent of human emotions, Thea starts to lose who she is as she falls in love with the one thing that she’s always hated: a hunter… a human.
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EXCERPT
A
bang broke the forest air, sending a tremble down her backbone. Birds
flew from the trees with warning cries under their wings. Once again
it grew quiet, only her hoofs thudding over the ground disturbed the
stillness. She picked up speed as the trees became scarce at an
approaching meadow, a death trap. Fresh blood lined the edge of the
grass ahead. An animal had been shot. A hissing sound shot through
the emptiness above her shoulders, and then came the echo of another
bang. She kept her legs moving, willing them faster. The scarlet
color came back into view, lining the grass tops like bloody fingers.
She saw it now: an antelope lay a few feet away, blood pumping onto
the ground. I can fix this,
she told herself. As long as my
creature’s light still brings blood through its veins, this can be
fixed.
Thea
slowed to a stop behind a tree, the antelope motionless on Earth’s
floor, its heartbeat waiting to whimper into oblivion. Thea
wouldn’t let it happen. Her gaze locked on the open flesh and the
shattered bone hidden beneath the torn muscle. She let her light flow
through her, collecting only part of it in her chest. She breathed,
and the light escaped her lips. She watched as the glowing specks
found leaves and filled them with a deep, yellow pulse. She willed
the leaves to swirl in and out of one another in perfect harmony
before resting on the ripped flesh. The leaves shook as the yellow in
their veins flowed into the fur-covered skin crumbling above the
healing wound. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. For
a second everything went still, motionless except for the wind, the
leaves. The antelope kicked a bit on its side before finding its feet
again. Thea watched as it ran into the woods without looking back.
A
twig broke behind her, taking Thea out of the moment. She could smell
the sweet, artificial scent; the hunter had found her. Thea turned,
letting herself stare at him; there was a strange beauty in the light
that hung on his skin from the trees above. She glanced at the
meadow surrounded by tightly woven trees. She had given away too
much light to change her form.
Today
could have been so wonderful, and yet she couldn’t help but think
it was a good day to die. Twisted branches reached toward her
with open arms. She glanced around once more, taking in the silver
pine needles and green foliage.
She
turned to face the gun’s barrel, now level with her eyes and much
too close for a rifle; she’d be blown apart. She looked past it at
the young man’s face. She felt his chest rise and fall as if she
were against him, their heartbeats in sync. His hair gathered the
light, shining like amber. Each strand took on a deeper, darker
orange and turned it into a rich auburn. His eyes pulled her in,
strangely familiar as she looked into the deep sapphire swirled with
thin emerald lines. A faint, purple line under his dark lashes made
the blue even more powerful. His hands showed light scars healed time
and time again. His jaw set his mouth into a thin line, and his
strong neck flooded into his broad shoulders.
She
watched the barrel of the gun lower, her body still frozen in shock.
A cruel trick,
she thought, and she lowered her head. She didn’t wish to see the
satisfaction in his eyes as he pulled the trigger. She didn’t want
to feel the pain or the ringing in her ears. She placed her legs
apart to steady herself. The blood from the antelope she’d saved
only moments ago drenched the grass beneath her.
The
crunching of leaves started again, but she didn’t hear a click.
Looking up, she saw that the hunter, the young, beautiful man with
amber curls, was backing away.
“Shoo,”
he said.
The sound was
enough to startle her to her senses. Staring down death when she had
no alternative was one thing. Waiting around for it a second time was
stupid. She leaped away on weak legs as fast as she could.
AUTHOR BIO:
I love to write just as much as I love to read. I try to read a book per week, which doesn’t always work out, but it’s the thought that counts. Aside from all that I am a huge animal person.Transformed is my first novel, but it isn’t my first publication; I’ve had several short stories published over the last two years. My main goal as a writer is to explore humanity and to give people something fun to read.
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