has one week to destroy her enemy, save her spirit… and save her soul.
After her ex-boyfriend commits suicide and her mum’s alcoholism sparks yet
another psychotic episode, seventeen-year-old Alyssa Wood flees her small
hometown of Broadwater and heads to New York City to stay with her bohemian
aunt — a Wicca High Priestess.
Alyssa revels in the anonymity of a big city and her new life. Her grades
climb, she has a new best friend, and a new guy: the sexy geek Ronan — a
saxophone player who prefers jazz to pop.
But her newfound peace is soon shattered when she sees a dead body in one of
Ronan’s music clips — and she’s the only one who can see it. Worse still,
Alyssa recognises the body that has been murdered a week forward!
Alyssa doesn’t believe in the supernatural…despite her family’s Wicca
background. So how will she overcome evil when it’s closer than she thinks?
meet him at the Starbucks two blocks from his place. He’d been surprised but
hadn’t baulked. That was the cool thing about older guys. They didn’t question
why you wanted to meet in the early hours of the morning on a school night.
few blocks, eager for answers. He was waiting for me outside the cafe, rubbing
his hands together to keep warm. My heart did a funny little jig before I
slapped it down with a hard dose of reality. The hot musician boyfriend could
be a raving lunatic.
wide and I hesitated, hating the tiny frown that appeared between his eyebrows.
By the time I slipped into his hug the damage had been done, our embrace stiff
beat, but I caught him sneaking glances at me as we entered the warm steamy
surrounds, the tempting coffee and cinnamon and chocolate aroma I usually liked
doing little to calm my nerves.
on my shoulder.
inadvertently shrugging off his hand, mentally cringing. “Coffee?”
rather you start talking.”
where did I start? The part where I thought he was a psychopath playing games,
or the part where I might have inherited more than the strawberry blonde hair
from Mom and Angie?
over because of what happened earlier tonight. That kiss was too soon…?”
Confusion clouded his eyes and I hated myself for thinking he could be a damn
what happened later.”
I took the one opposite. “Did your aunt go ballistic because you went to a
club? Because I can ring her and explain.”
of his neck. “Then what?”
to say this and if I didn’t blurt it out in a rush, I’d stutter and ramble.
The one you played? It was amazing and I loved it, but then I saw that other
stuff and it freaked me out.”
floundering out of my depth. “The room, the girl, the…uh…dead body.”
chair, shock etched into every angle of his face. “Are you nuts?”
USA TODAY bestselling author and multi-award winner
Nicola Marsh writes flirty fiction with flair for adults and riveting, spooky
stories for teens.
has published 54 contemporary romances with Harlequin, Entangled Publishing and
indie, and sold over 6 million copies worldwide. Her first mainstream romance
BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD was nominated for Romantic Book of the Year 2012. Her first
indie romance, CRAZY LOVE, was a 2012 ARRA finalist.
YA urban fantasy SCION OF THE SUN won the 2014 National Readers’ Choice Award
for Best Young Adult novel.
also a Waldenbooks, Bookscan and Barnes & Noble bestseller, a 2013 RBY
(Romantic Book of the Year) and National Readers’ Choice Award winner, and a
multi-finalist for a number of awards including the Romantic Times Reviewers’
Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Booksellers’ Best, Golden Quill, Laurel Wreath, More
than Magic and has also won several CataRomance Reviewers’ Choice Awards.
physiotherapist for thirteen years, she now adores writing full time, raising
her two little heroes, sharing fine food with family and friends, and her
favorite, curling up with a good book!