Touching Fate
by Brenda Drake
Release
Date: 10/13/15
Entangled
Teen: Crave
Summary
from Goodreads:
Aster
Layne believes in physics, not psychics. A tarot card reading on the Ocean City
Boardwalk should have been a ridiculous, just-for-fun thing. It wasn't. Aster
discovers she has a very unscientific gift—with a simple touch of the cards,
she can change a person's fate.
Reese
Van Buren is cursed. Like the kind of old-school, centuries-old curse that runs
in royal families. Every firstborn son is doomed to die on his eighteenth
birthday—and Reese's is coming up fast. Bummer. He tries to distract himself
from his inevitable death...only to find the one person who can save him.
Aster
doesn't know that the hot Dutch guy she's just met needs her help–or that he’s
about to die.
But
worst of all…she doesn't know that her new gift comes with dark, dark consequences
that can harm everyone she loves.
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Excerpt:
They spread a blanket on the sand and
sat on top of it. Aster pulled her legs into a pretzel. “So what’s in the box?”
“You aren’t the patient type, are
you?” He undid the ribbon holding the package closed and flipped open the top,
then handed her a napkin.
The wind whipped Aster’s hair across
her face and she tucked it behind her ears. “Nice thermos,” she said.
“My mother sent it to us. She has an
addiction to online purchasing.” He lifted out a cream puff.
It was her favorite pastry at the
shop. “I’m impressed. You did your research. I’ll have to thank Leah later.”
He chuckled, handing her the pastry.
“You will. She was very specific.”
She took a bite, the creamy, sugary
goodness tasting like heaven on her tongue.
“Good, huh?”
She nodded, not wanting to speak and
spray powdered sugar at him or something.
He unscrewed the thermos and poured a
brown liquid into the cap. “Hot cocoa?” he asked, and passed the cap to her.
“Obviously,” she said, taking a sip.
Because cream puffs tasted best with hot chocolate. It was sweet that he’d
taken the time to find out what she liked.
They ate in silence, but it wasn’t
boring. It was more like…comfortable. When they finished, Reese screwed the cap
back onto the thermos and placed the used napkins in the box. He scooted as
close as he could get to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he slid
his arm behind her back. They watched the sun set on the ocean and listened to
the waves clap against the beach.
“It’s beautiful here,” Reese said,
finally.
She raised her head to look into his
eyes. “This is the best date ever.”
He smiled, brushing crumbs away from
the corner of her mouth. Her heart shivered as his fingers moved to her chin
and lifted her mouth to his. The kiss was soft and gentle, and way too short for
Aster. He pulled away, a serious expression on his face.
“Do you believe in fate?” he said
softly.
Aster swallowed back her surprise.
“I think I do,” she said, recovering.
It was a lame response. Before meeting Miri, she probably would have said she did
right off. It used to be just a word without meaning. But now, it held a power
beyond that of a simple definition in a dictionary. She had looked the word up.
Fate was unavoidable. Something that couldn’t be measured. Yet she had the
ability to shift it. She worried she didn’t have the maturity to know when to
let sleeping fates lie.
“I believe in it,” Reese said with a
nod. “We were to go straight to Florida, but I had an urge to stop in Ocean
City. I felt you. Fate brought us together.”
“I thought it was an ice cream cone.”
She giggled.
Oh
God, Aster, stop giggling, already.
He touched her cheek. “I’m being
serious here. I don’t want to hesitate anymore. There isn’t much time. I’ll
only be here a few months.”
Brenda
Drake grew up the youngest of three children, an Air Force brat, and the
continual new kid at school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her
eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her a strong love for
storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories
with a bend toward the fantastical. When she’s not writing or hanging out with
her family, she haunts libraries, bookstores, and coffee shops, or reads
someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappointment).
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I have heard good things about this author, and this book looks great. Always up for a nice romantic read. Thanks for the giveaway chance.
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