Each time a book is released, we like to celebrate. After all, putting a book out is a lot of work. Starting with a dream or idea, the writer has to put the images on paper, crafting the perfect story. Next they go through the edits where the story is fine tuned and polished. Finally, the book gets a cover and is formatted. When it is released, it's a time for celebration. Today, Falling Awake is released and since this is the first in a series, I know you are going to be excited to find out what happens, even while you wait for the second book! Here you go!!
Sixteen year old Pria Jensen thinks that she's living a normal and happy teenage life. That is, until she meets Caleb and discovers that her life hasn't happened yet.
When Pria finds herself at the center of an age old battle of myth and extreme power, she must put all her faith into the very person who seems to have the fewest answers- herself.
As Pria learns more about Caleb and where he really came from, she quickly learns to accept that reality is not what she thought it was.
And when Caleb vows to help keep Pria alive, she has no choice but to ignore the whispers of her heart and trust Caleb no matter what. Even if he has secrets of his own…
Book one in the Falling Awake Series
“Caleb, what’s happening to me?”
He glanced at me and turned his body a fraction so I had his full attention. “I’m trying to figure that out.”
“Is it magic?”
“I think it’s bigger than that.”
“So these people looking for me, they were right?”
“I think so.”
“This is crazy,” I said in disbelief. “I keep thinking I might wake up one day and all of this will just be one big misunderstanding, but it’s becoming more real.”
“Do you want to wake up?” he asked.
I thought back to the very first moment I laid eyes on Caleb and all the crap that had happened since. My life was a mess and a lie. I was in physical danger and lusting after someone I could never have. “Not all of the time,” I said, my breathing becoming shallow. “Sometimes I’m scared I’ll wake up and realize the best parts of this nightmare are just a dream.”
“Sometimes you have to dream to get to what’s real.”
“I’m sick of dreaming,” I said, catching the glint in his eye. I wanted him to close this space between us, and I wanted him to kiss me right now. I could almost feel his mouth on mine. I could feel his hands in my hair, tugging my head back softly as he covered my mouth with his own. I could feel every bit of him in my soul, yet he hadn’t lain a finger on me; I wanted to scream.
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