Author: Trista Day
Series: The Unforgiven Series
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Mar 2013
Blurb/Synopsis:
Callie Demasi just started her senior year at Crystalport
High and her life couldn't be any more ordinary. Then the nightmares start, and
a strange creature tries to attack her in her sleep. If that isn't bad enough,
her body starts to do things she never imagined were possible; like hold fire
in the palm of her hand. It seems that the only person who knows what's really
happening to her is a ghost creature named Draven - if she can keep him from
disappearing on her. It's not until after her best friend Zilla is kidnapped,
and she meets the handsome and arrogant Cole, that Callie begins to put the
pieces together. Will her newfound powers be strong enough to save the life of
her BFF, or will they both be doomed to the same fate?
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Author Information
Trista Day is a married 29 year old mother of two with an
obsession for collecting anything Alice in Wonderland and The Labyrinth. In
between eating too much chocolate and watching The Fifth Element, she loves to
read and write young adult/teen science fiction, fantasy and paranormal
romance.
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Excerpt
Prologue
Sweat beaded on Draven's forehead and trickled down to the
ground with a heavy thump as he paced restlessly in front of a pair of massive
wrought-iron doors. They were the color of red clay, dirty and swirled with
rust. An odd metallic tang permeated his nose and tongue as he scooted closer.
Years of humidity and dampness have been unkind to this place, he thought to
himself.
He had been working grueling hours as a digger the past few
weeks down in the catacombs. It was the same old routine as he mindlessly
shoveled mounds of dirt from one pile to the next while his legs and arms
begged for him to stop. As he was getting ready to leave his shift, he
overheard whispers that Thanatos had summoned Circe to his castle and that she
had arrived early this morning. Or was it morning? He didn't know anymore, it
was always black as night here in this forsaken place. Draven knew firsthand
what cruel things Circe was capable of. You see, Circe was a witch; the kind
that buzzed with such enormous power she almost surpassed Thanatos-almost being
the key word. She had a reputation for being the purest form of evil and after
what she had done to him; there was no doubt in his mind about her true nature.
He shivered just thinking about her. Thanatos was much worse. He’s the devil
incarnate, literally, and has ruled the Kingdom of Sheol with an iron fist for
many decades. So frightfully powerful that even Circe knew when to bow down to
him.
Draven shook all of the thoughts and doubt from his mind as
he stepped up to the doors. He carefully cracked them open and placed his ear
near the hole. Whatever the two of them were planning, it wasn't good.
"What is it you're going to ask of me this time?"
he heard Circe cackle.
"Do you remember my most prized pupil?" Thanatos
inquired.
"Yes, I remember her quite well," Circe replied.
"Then you'll also recall how she ripped open my heart
the day she fled my land and her home."
"Of course I do. How could anyone forget that terrible
day." she replied with more than a hint of sarcasm.
"I have news,” he said. “Would it surprise you to know
that I've finally found her? That she's settled for a lowly human? Or that she
has a child?"
"It does not surprise me," she replied with
distaste. "She always longed to be one of them. What I don’t quite understand
is how exactly this involves me?"
"How does it ever involve you?" he said
frustrated. "I need you to turn her."
"Turn her into what? A vampire? You know that won't
work, she's already one of their kind."
"No, you fool," he boomed, "I'm talking about
the child of hers."
Draven couldn't see what was going on in that room, but he
knew Circe would be smiling. This kind of task was right up her alley.
Circe began to laugh as she said, "Of course! It would
be my pleasure, anything for you my dear friend."
Draven stepped back and processed everything he'd overheard.
He knew plenty about vampires from living in this rat hole. They were
disgusting creatures that fed off of humans for sport. If they were going to
condemn an innocent to that fate, he had to stop them. It was then that he knew
what he must do; he had to leave immediately and find this child. Nobody would
miss him anyway, it’s not like he had any friends here and his dad had gone
missing months ago. Searching for his father would just have to be pushed to
the side while he helped this child.
As Draven gathered his things to leave he thought about all
of the other times he'd overheard conversations similar to this one but never
acted on them. Why was this one different? He didn't know, but there was a part
of him deep down that urged him forward and that was good enough for him.
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