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Releases July 29, 2014 from Spencer Hill Press
When a supernatural freak of nature forces her family to separate, seventeen-year-old Charlie Page must turn to her frustrating (yet gorgeous) neighbor, Seth, to help reunite them. Seth whisks Charlie to Ellauria—a magical world filled with the creatures of myths and legends—and tells her of the Fellowship, the group charged with protecting mystical beings from human discovery. (All except Bigfoot: that attention whore is a total lost cause.) But when Charlie learns that she's under the Fellowship's protection herself, well, "stressed" is an understatement.
Ellauria should be the safest place for Charlie while the Fellowship works to find her family, but things in the mystical realm aren’t what they seem.
Magic is failing, creatures are dying, and the Fellowship insists Charlie holds the key to saving everyone. With her family still missing and the danger in Ellauria growing, Charlie doesn't know who she can trust. She's dealing with a power she never asked for, falling for a guy she can't have, and being forced to choose between her destiny and her heart. And if she chooses wrong, she could destroy magic forever.
Charlie may be in over her head.
A
Playlist for Charlie
Sam rakes his fingers through the
light brown curls on top of his head. “Lulu. For the last time, there is no
room for that song on this playlist.”
“Samuel Page.” Lulu’s flutters up
from the round, wooden table, placing her hands on her hips as she stares down
at him. “There is always, always,
room for Johnny Cash on every playlist that has ever been made since the
beginning of time.”
Sam copies her expression, pursing
his lips and arching one eyebrow high over the other. “You know I appreciate
Johnny, but explain to me how I Walk the Line makes any sense at all.”
“It’s called irony, sugar. Charlie
can’t walk the line and keep herself out of trouble. She drives Captain Rule
Follower plum crazy.” She glances toward the collection of miniature records
Seth brought her from the mortal realm, piled high beside the phonograph next
to her bed. “Want me to play it for you?”
Sam shakes his head. Arguing with
Lulu is generally an exercise in futility. “No.” He adds the song to the list.
“I can’t wait to tell Seth you called him that.”
“Oh, hush. I’ve called him much
worse.” She drifts back down to her seat. “What’s that you’re writing?”
“If you get I Walk the Line, I get Pumpin
Blood.”
Lulu wrinkles her nose. “Who sings
that?”
“NONONO.”
“Exactly. No. No. No.”
He laughs. “I know country music is
your thing, Lulu, but we’re not here to make a playlist of Ancient Country
Favorites. This is for Charlie.”
“You and I both know Charlie won’t
care a lick about the songs we put on this playlist. She probably won’t even listen
to it.”
“She will if I ask her to,” Sam
says. “She always takes time for my music, and I always take time for her art
stuff.”
Lulu folds her arms across her
chest. “NONONO doesn’t belong on a playlist with Johnny Cash and Waylon
Jennings.”
“Waylon Jennings?” Sam scans the
list of songs scribbled on his notepad. “Waylon’s not on here.”
“Right there.” Lulu taps her finger
against the side of the page, and two elegantly written words appear: Lukenbach, Texas.
“Are you fundamentally against
music recorded after the 70s?”
“That song is about longing for the
past. It fits Charlie.”
“And Pumpin Blood is about making
the most of the life you’ve been given. She’ll love it.”
They engage in an unannounced
staring contest until Lulu finally blinks. “Fine. Add the BooBooBoos.”
Sam snorts. “I’m also adding Change
by Churchill.”
“I’ve never heard it.”
His mouth falls open in mock
surprise. “Well, butter my butt and call me a cookie!” he exclaims, mimicking
Lulu’s southern drawl.
“Number one, if you’re going to adopt one of my delightful
expressions, use it correctly. It’s butter my butt and call me a biscuit.” Lulu lifts her wings and flies
toward the kitchen. “Secondly, now I want cookies.”
Sam tips his head toward the
window, where he can just barely see Ellauria’s café balanced in Artedion’s
highest branches. “Want to head over to Mesmer and get some?”
“Heavens, no. We’ll make them from
scratch like any other self-respecting Ellaurian.”
Sam lets his pencil fall against
the table. “Right. And the playlist?”
“We’ve got a whole page of my good
music mixed in with your hipster nonsense. That’s plenty.”
Link to Spotify
playlist: Sam
and Lulu's Playlist
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Author Bio:
Megan Whitmer loves all things Southern, and has a soft spot for football, kissing scenes, and things that sparkle. Aside from her personal blog and weekly vlog series, she's also a contributing blogger for YA Misfits and All The Write Notes.
She lives in Kentucky with her family. Also, she writes books and talks a lot. You can learn more about her at www.meganwhitmerwrites.com.
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