Title: Fire & Ice
Author: Michele
Barrow-Belisle
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Romance
Blitz Host: Lady
Amber's Tours
Book Trailer Link:
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Blurb
One:
Adventure
wasn’t something Lorelei Alundra was interested in. Gifted with two
other-worldly talents for singing and healing, she’s always shied away from her
gifts and the spotlight, preferring quiet anonymity, over attention and fame.
But when she meets the enigmatic Adrius, with his dark and dangerous mystique
and eyes that peer into her soul, her uneventful life becomes irrevocably
altered.
Adrius
turns up in every one of her classes and knows more about her than any newcomer
should. Including the condition of her mother who is suffering from a
mysterious illness. Accepting his offer to help leads her into a terrifying and
thrilling world, where Elves are even hotter than Legolas, and Faeries.... are nothing
like Tinkerbell. Lose the butterfly wings and add a tattoo. The two magical
beings are fire and ice opposites. One Lorelei can’t help falling for, and the
other she's compelled to be with.
Now
she’s trapped in their world, expected to prevent a war between witches and
faeries, or forfeit her mother’s life. Nothing is what it seems. Not her family.
Not the Fey. Not even Adrius, whose feelings for her balance precariously
between danger and desire.
As
secrets unravel and unsettling truths are revealed, Lorelei must fight to save
much more than her mother’s life. One mistake could put the fate of his world—
and her soul, in jeopardy.
But
hey, no pressure… right.
I’d die for him. When
all was said and done, that’s what it came down to. I would give my life in
exchange for his. Only he was immortal, blessed with eternal life. —And I was
the one who was dying. Even after everything we’d been through I still wasn’t
sure what he’d be willing to give in exchange for my life.
Climbing out of bed, I
wandered out to the courtyard, towards the south border of the Wyldewood
Forest. Apparently, I’d been granted one last night to sleep in my room. Adrius
had given the guards posted outside my door his assurance that I wouldn’t try
to escape, although there was the unmistakable click of a lock when he closed
the door. Even if it had occurred to me to use magic to free myself, I
wouldn’t have known how. The powers I’d somehow summoned with Octăhvia had
receded to some inaccessible place deep inside me.
The message that had
arrived hours earlier was as short and curt as the messenger who’d delivered
it. Golden scrawled parchment simply read ‘Meet me in the glen bordering the
south forest before daybreak.’ I’d been awake ever since, too anxious
to sleep.
Sunrise dragged. I
wanted to see Adrius again; see that he was past the worst of whatever he was
thinking. I wanted everything to go back to normal. Normal; that was
funny. Nothing had ever been normal here. In truth, nothing in my life
ever had been.
I waited for what
seemed like an eternity, pacing an uneven groove in the dew-soaked grass. It
wasn’t yet daybreak and the sky was still laced with Mediterranean hues. A soft
breeze carried the fragrance of wild herbs. It caressed my skin and the tiny
hairs on my arm stood on end. I didn’t have to turn around to know who was
behind me.
Adrius. I would
recognize the electricity of his presence blindfolded. He was surreally
gorgeous. Even now as he regarded me with distant, unreadable eyes. He was
aloof; not as angry as he’d been last night, but still not himself. He had sent
for me and so of course, I came. And now here we were in the very place we’d
been when I first arrived in Mythlandria so many weeks ago. There was a
familiarity but also an unnerving strangeness. I didn’t like not knowing what
to expect. Or what he was thinking. I attempted to use the Inner eye
necklace to access his thoughts, but a seerer can see when he’s being read. And
his mind was completely closed to me, leaving me in the dark.
“Walk with me.” He
said with a fleeting gaze.
I took a deep breath
and I followed him, to what could possibly be my end. He was an Elven knight
bound to his father’s will. And right now his will equaled me dead.
The thickness of the
forest encircled us, swallowing us in its mist. Twigs snapped and crunched
beneath our steps and occasionally his arm brushed mine, but he made no attempt
to take my hand. Given the circumstances, it was pretty insane for me to hope
that he might.
By the time the
sunrise peeked through the trees, the silence had become deafening. It was
clear I would have to be the one to break it if I wanted any answers. I didn’t
like feeling so unsure about him. I knew what the curse could do, but I’d
always felt comfortable. Safe. It was different now and I hated it.
“Where are we going?”
I asked a little breathless from the quick pace he’d been keeping.
“Not much further.” He
looked back at me. “Are you cold?”
I was doubly puzzled
by his cryptic behavior. Wintry and detached one minute, worried about my
comfort in the next.
I shook my head,
suddenly aware I was shivering.
That was all he said
before dropping into another uncomfortable stretch of silence. I realized he
didn’t answer my question. It made me cringe to consider why.
Light dappled through
the leaves. Something in the way the beam hit the ground reminded me of my
mother. She’d always loved the play of sunlight. That was one of the reasons
our house had been designed with so many large windows. My stomach twisted. I
missed my mother. My house. My life. I had to go home... but, he could come
with me. That was the best solution. We’d be far from his father, and Venus and
the spell that bound his soul to her and his mind to his father. Far from
Zanthiel. We could pretend to be normal. Human. Finish school and then head off
to college. Together. That was the plan. It could still work. We just had to
get past this. If he could find the strength to spare my life, we’d be halfway
there.
He glanced at me, his
lips pressed in a thin line, and for a moment I wondered if he had been
listening to my thoughts. Then I remembered the chain hanging from my neck, and
the protective pendant blocking his access to my mind, tucked safely inside my
dress.
We climbed uphill over
thick coiled roots still sleeping on the forest floor, which confirmed how
early it was; the trees weren’t even awake yet. Then he stopped so abruptly I
nearly slammed into him. High above the forest below, we stood, still enclosed
by the thickness of trees.
He’ll get over
this. We can get over this. He needs some time, I told myself. The words weren’t very convincing. I
could feel something burning a hole in my chest. Panic maybe.
He turned to face me.
The air was thinner here and I shivered, but not from cold. I felt sick and a
little dizzy, like I was teetering on the edge of a precipice, about to fall. I
tried to steady my breathing. I kept telling myself it was all going to work
out. That everything would be fine. But the look on his face made it impossible
to believe that was true. I twirled a lock of hair around my finger. His eyes
followed my hand, and for a split second his gaze softened. A half smile
touched his lips; that same slightly crooked smile that melted my heart. Only
it didn’t have time to reach his eyes before it faded. Then it was gone, as
quickly as it had come leaving his emotions carefully shielded behind
expressionless eyes. They were still beautiful....they were always
beautiful, but the chill had returned. More than anything I missed their
warmth.
I stood
motionless, unable to breathe. Barely noticing the coiling mist that had risen
and was swirling knee high.
Being alone in the
forest with him used to be my favorite place to be. Now I was chocking from the
dread rising in my throat. For an agonizing length of time he stared at me with
those eyes that once lit up when he looked at me. His jaw tightened, and his
hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He shifted his weight, and frowned.
A vein in his temples pulsed. Gritting his teeth, his hand reached for his
sword. But then fell away. Raking a hand through his hair once, he finally
broke the throbbing silence.
Author Bio:
Michele Barrow-Belisle is an
author and artist living in southern Ontario, Canada with her super-sweet
husband, brilliant son and ridiculously affectionate cat. Often told by
teachers to stop dreaming and get her head out of the clouds, Michele still
spends much of her time lost in make-believe worlds, populated with fascinating
and occasionally terrifying characters. Her passion for fantasy extends beyond
her writing into her clay figure sculpt-ing, creating miniaturized replicas of
the paranormal beings she writes about. Michele is as passionate about reading
as she is about writing. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found
burning off that last piece of chocolate cake in a Zumba class, or sculpting
tiny desserts in polymer clay. She also loves mocha lattes and watching fireflies
at twilight. Did we mention she loves chocolate?
Links:
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