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Ignited (Unclaimed 2) by Laurie Wetzel


Book- Ignited ( Unclaimed 2)

Release Date- 10th
August,2015

Genre- Young Adult paranormal romance

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Synopsis

After surviving an
attack from a demon that killed her friend, Maddy Page thought the worst was
over.

It’s not.

Word is spreading
through the supernatural world about Maddy, the mortal girl with rare gifts.
Some want to use her powers; others want to destroy her. One wants to protect
her—her boyfriend, an angel named MJ.

MJ knows that the
demon that attacked Maddy was sent to collect her by someone very powerful.
Someone he has tried and failed to stop before. MJ can’t beat him, but he will
do whatever it takes to keep Maddy safe, even if it means turning his back on
his own kind.

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The air around us
stills. The sounds from the water and animals disappear. It’s as if nature is
curious about the effects an immortal kissing a … well, whatever I am … will
have on its delicate balance.

                               Excerpt
1

CHAPTER
2
MJ
Maddy’s beautiful
mouth falls as she gasps.
“I–I don’t know if I
can.”
“Try. That’s all I’m
asking.”
“No, it’s not. You
don’t know what you’re asking.
That dream … it’s
different. I can’t—I can’t explain it.
It’s
just—”
Tears line her eyes.
Moisture fills the air around us,
ready and waiting to
fall as rain the moment that teardrop
breaks free. I will
not be the reason behind her pain. I pull
her into me, wrapping
my arms around her.
“Hey. It’s okay. You
don’t have to explain. I know you
were unconscious and
had no control over anything that
happened to you. I
just wanted to understand what you
saw and how you saw
it. We don’t need to try it. It’s fine.
Nothing is more
important to me than you.”
For several moments,
she’s silent in my arms. But her
emotions are so
chaotic, my essence can barely keep up.
Just as swiftly,
though, her emotions settle inside her and
calmness fills the
air around us. She’s made her decision.
We’re done for the day. I’m not
disappointed or upset by
this. I will never
force her to do anything she doesn’t want
to do. I respect her
choice.
“If we do this,” she
begins, “and it does work,
what
then?”
I arch a brow, caught
off guard by her question.
Does this mean she’s
considering it? I choose my next
words carefully, not
wanting to sway her one way or
the other. “We could
practice—work on strengthening
this
ability—”
“No. I mean, what
will you do if this works and you
relive that day all
over again?”
My mouth opens, but
nothing comes out. Her words
sink in, leaving
their mark on my soul. I’ve battled millions
of demons and
secretly fought against the leader of
the Fallen. Not once
did anyone worry for me. Of course
she would.
Me, I hadn’t thought
it through that far. If she could
somehow recreate that day and make it
feel just as real
as her bridge does …
I don’t know what I’d do. It’s not
something I can
predict, having never experienced or even
contemplated
something like this before. Any other dream
or any other day
wouldn’t matter as much, but this is different—
just as she said.
It’s the day I failed everyone.
I take an unnecessary
breath to push back my thoughts
before I say, “I’ve
spent my afterlife trying to atone for
the mistakes I made
that day. Perhaps seeing it from
an outsider’s
perspective, I could put my own personal
‘demons’ to
rest.”
She leans back, and
I’m once again lost in the deep
green forest of her
eyes. “Okay. I’ll try. But I can’t guarantee
it will
work.”
Gently, I place my
hand on her cheek—my essence
strengthens inside
her. I search out her doubts, trying to
give her the
reassurance she needs. Instead I find her heart
racing and her
muscles tightening. Even though I can’t read
her mind, I don’t
need to. I’ve been matching her emotions
to the thoughts she’s
shared, trying to put them together so
I can figure her out
and not be so clueless. She isn’t doubting
herself. She’s
afraid.
“It’s okay,” I say.
“If it works, we’ll be together. And
besides, we know how
this works, right? One touch sends
us there. The next
one sends us back. You’ll be safe. I’ll be
fine. I
promise.”
Her eyes narrow,
searching me as she mulls it over for
a moment. Then she
nods. “Okay.”
I nod back. “Would it
help you concentrate on sending
us if I described the
scene to you?”
She shudders. “No. I
doubt I’ll ever forget it. I’ll try to
bring us to the part
where you met the Village Girl—”
“Lifa. And what do
you mean, ‘try’?”
“This is different
than the bridge. The bridge is a
real, physical place.
This was a dream—a nightmare of
a dream—that doesn’t
really exist. Not anymore. Plus,
getting there is only
part of the problem. There was a lot
going on in the
village. I wouldn’t want us to land in a
pile of rubble or in
a fire or in front of people. I don’t even
know if they can see
us.”
“It was a dream,
Maddy. A vision. It may have felt real,
but it wasn’t.
There’s nothing to fear by going back into it.
Dreams can’t hurt
you.”
She huffs and shakes
her head in disbelief.
“Do you think I would
willingly put you at risk?”
For a moment, I think
she’s going to argue, then she
bites her lip and
turns away. I close the small gap between
us, wrapping my arms
around her. My essence feeds off the
excitement building
inside her. Within a second, it returns
to me. The outside
world falls away, and I’m once again lost
in the dense forest
of her emerald-green eyes. I lean down.
Her warm breath
kisses my lips—mine are dry, itching to
touch hers.
“You can do this,
Maddy. I believe in you.”
Her eyes widen, and
then she shuts them.
***
Darkness descends on
me—my body twists and
tightens as if it
were being sent through a clothes wringer.
Suddenly the feelings
vanish. The darkness fades, and I
open my eyes. Thick black smoke
covers the sky. Screams
echo on the wind,
which carries the scent I’ve tried to forget.
The smell is my
people burning.
I reach for my sword
and feel nothing but the coarse
fabric of my
jeans.
“MJ!” a voice cries
out. I follow the sound to my
Maddy crouching
behind a broken wooden cart fifteen feet
in front of
me.
I’m torn between
rushing to her and rushing to help
my people. There is
nothing I can do for them, though.
They all died. This
is just a recreation existing in an alternate
plane, like the
version of the bridge she sends us to,
but it’s more
lifelike than any dream.
Maddy waves her hand,
motioning for me to come to
her. If I don’t, it’s
just a matter of time before she comes to
me. Besides, her cart
offers more protection, even though it
looks as if it might fall
apart at any moment. I rush to her
side, taking care not
to touch her.
“We didn’t stay
together,” she says.
I think back to all
the times she’s taken us to the
bridge. No matter
what our original position was, it would
be different when we
arrived on the bridge. We could be
standing, sitting, or
lying down. The distance between
us could be anywhere
from a few inches to several feet.
The only thing that
remained consistent was that we were
never touching
there.
“Maybe that’s just
how it works,” I reply. “Or maybe
that will change once
you can control it more.”
A thud sounds on the
other side of the cart. Maddy
crawls underneath the
cart, but it isn’t stable. The front
end is smashed, and
the left wheel is barely hanging on. It
could collapse and
crush her.
I take a breath,
reminding myself this is a dream, and
dreams can’t hurt
her, then I follow her under the cart.
A woman lays on the
ground with her foot caught on a
human bone—what’s
left of one of the villagers. Her dress
is tattered and torn,
and her face is hidden behind dirty
golden locks. But
still, I know who it is. Lifa.
All at once, I’m lost
in a forgotten memory.
***

EXCERPT 2 .

CHAPTER
ONE

Maddy
I’m dating an
angel.
Up until yesterday, I
thought they didn’t exist. Now I’m falling in love with one.
Considering the
insane events that have happened in the last five days—especially the last
twenty-four hours—I shouldn’t be focusing on what MJ is. I am, though.
Whether or not I
believed in them, angel references are everywhere. They appear in books,
movies, and TV, wearing anything from white togas to trench coats. Their image
has been made into figurines and appears on jewelry and even clothes. They’re a
symbol of hope that billions of people all over the world have accepted. Some
people pray to them daily, assured in their beliefs; others do it in times of
desperation, when all hope seems lost. So many people have prayed for a
miracle—prayed for proof that someone is listening.
Why then was I chosen
over all of them?
I glance over at MJ
lying beside me on Hiniker Bridge. He’s staring at the clouds with his head
resting on his arms. It’s easy to forget what he is. His short brown hair is
messy as if only his fingers have touched it, his hazel eyes suck me in no
matter how far apart we are, and his smile shines brighter than high beams on
the darkest night. He wears plain white shirts and dark jeans, and somehow on
him they look better than a designer outfit—not that I wouldn’t mind seeing him
in one. The only thing keeping him from being perfect is the silence coming
from his chest.
My heart stutters,
pounding out the truth I can’t ignore. MJ is dead.
He is dead and I am
not.
A sigh
unintentionally leaves my lips.
MJ rolls to face me.
“What is it?”
I offer a weak smile.
“Nothing.”
He reaches out,
taking my hand. A buzzing jolt of energy—his essence—courses through my body,
searching for any clues as to what upset me. He frowns, not liking whatever he
found.
“No more secrets,
remember?”
All morning we’ve
been sharing small details of our lives, making good on the promise we made
yesterday. MJ’s asked me about school, hobbies, and music. I’ve asked about
places he’s traveled and what foods he’d like to try now that he can taste
again. As nice as it is to have time like this—where everything is calm—we’re
both deflecting.
He’s distracting me
from thinking about yesterday—the worst day of my life. I’m avoiding anything
even remotely related to his angelic side. But we can’t avoid it forever. At
some point, we’ll have to talk about it if I want to have a true relationship
with him.

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Book name- Unclaimed
by Laurie Wetzel
Genre- YA Paranormal
Romance
Release
date-8/11/2014

Abandoned by her birth parents and ignored by her adoptive family, Maddy Page believes she is
unlovable. She only allows herself to dream of falling in love. That changes when she meets MJ; handsome and kind, MJ penetrates Maddy’s defenses. Maddy soon finds herself confiding in MJ like she has with no one else, revealing secrets even her closest friends don’t know. He makes her feel safe–a feeling she’s never experienced except in her dreams.

When Maddy witnesses MJ disappear and reappear in thin air, she realizes she might have been wrong about him. He could be dangerous–maybe even a killer. Determined to uncover the truth of who–or what–MJ is, Maddy ignores her instinct to run. But she soon realizes that getting close to MJ could cost more than a broken heart–it could cost Maddy her soul.

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Author bio


Laurie Wetzel has always had a passion for writing, but it wasn’t until a New Years Resolution in 2011 that she finally shared her lifelong dream of being an author with her husband. He read the very first draft of Unclaimed and gave her the words she needed to hear, “This is what you need to be doing.” Three years later the first book in the Unclaimed series was published with the second book expected to be out in 2015. Laurie lives in Mankato, MN, with her husband and two young sons. When she’s not writing, working, or spending time with her family, she’s either reading, running, or catching up on her favorite shows on Netflix. For updates on the Unclaimed series as well as other works in progress, feel free to check her out online!

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