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Title:
Charmed
Author:
Lindy Zart
Series: The
Charmed Trilogy
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Fantasy
Cover Designer: Marcy Rachel Designs
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Fantasy
Cover Designer: Marcy Rachel Designs
Blurb/Synopsis:
On the day Taryn
turns eighteen her life changes. A black-eyed man with a chilly aura accosts
her and she's abducted by a man who really isn't a man, but a Manang; half-man,
half-angel.
She's told she's
someone special; a Charmed, and the key to winning in a battle of worlds about
to collide. Only problem is, she can be a weapon of good or a weapon of bad,
depending on who gets to her first.
Excerpt:
I was posed in ‘ready to flee’ mode; legs
apart, body slightly leaning forward, arms out. It could also be called
‘showdown’ mode. “No way. I don’t know you. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
The man’s eyes flashed, reminding me of an angry god with his
too-perfect looks. “Are you sure that’s the way you want it?”
“Is that a trick question?” Unease clenched my stomach. What did that
mean? What was he going to do to me?
I didn’t have a chance to figure it out before he was directly in
front of me, gazing down at me like I’d been a naughty child and needed
punishment. “Get. In. The. Car.”
“No.” My breath left me in little panicky bursts. Strangely enough,
this was the first time someone had ever attempted to kidnap me. I decided I
really didn’t like it.
The wind picked up, blew my hair around my face. I brushed it aside
just as he reached for me. The thought of his hands on me sent chills up and
down my back in a completely unlikable, undesirable way. Completely.
I backpedaled toward the car, raising my hands. “I’m going.” Eyes on
him, I veered to the left, trying to run sideways. Bad idea. I spun on loose
gravel, flailed my arms about, and he had to catch me so I didn’t end up on my
face. The irony of that did not escape me.
Arms around me, his face close to mine, I saw humor in his eyes as he
looked down at me. “Not the most graceful one, are you?”
About
the author:
I've been writing since I was a wee lass. I was reading before
that; possibly while still in the womb. Don't think about that too much. I
started out with short horror stories and poetry. I was terrible at it. The
poems not so much, but the stories were awful. I decided to finish a book (and
I DO mean finish--I'd started plenty throughout the years) when I was in my
mid-twenties (so not that long ago because I'm young and will forever stay that
way). Again, not my best work.
But that's the thing about writing; it improves with time. (It's
also a good thing to know your work can't possibly be any worse than it was
when you first started.) What I love most about writing is having people tell
me how much they enjoy my work, how my writing touches them, makes them feel
intensely. Bringing a reader to laughter or tears is a wonderful feeling for a
writer, and no, I'm not sadistic. *insert evil laugh HERE* It means I got them
to feel, to respond to something I created.
Also, I just like to make stuff up and put it down on paper. I
have an endless supply of stories in my head; lots of stuff to share with the
world. Happy Reading!
Thank you!
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