Seventeen-year-old senior, Kyra Siefert races toward two goals - a full track scholarship to college and defending her state cross-country title. Things change when Kyra is attacked while on a training run. Now she's plagued by terrifying visions that wrench her into an alternate reality at the most inopportune moments – like in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, or while having a heart-to-heart with Aidan, the über chivalrous guy who sits next to her in Calc. Trying to forget about the mugging and avoid the label “Koo Koo Kyra” are priority number-one.
Eighteen-year-old Aidan MacGregor might be immortal, but he's not invincible. Grieving and guilt-ridden over the death of his twin almost two years ago, Aidan uses his expressive drawings as an escape. When Aidan agrees to do a portrait of Kyra, a romance between them quickly develops. But bound by a strict code of silence and honor, Aidan can't tell Kyra he belongs to a clandestine society of Celtic immortals who guard an ancient Masonic treasure trove.
In this Romeo & Juliet meets Highlander, Kyra becomes the pawn for one rogue immortal pursuing the sacred treasure, and another seeking to settle a centuries-old blood feud. Aidan must make an impossible choice: betray his family or protect the girl who's claimed his heart. But haunted by visions of Aidan’s death, keeping her secret may ultimately cost Kyra everything – including the boy she loves.
First 150 Words:
I always failed at ordinary.
Ordinary wouldn't have weird, freaky, come-true dreams or a scar that ached when something god-awful was about to happen. Ordinary wouldn't have guilt hanging over her head like an anvil. And ordinary would snuggle under the warmth of her down comforter, especially on a rain-soaked Sunday.
Instead, I dashed down the hardwood stairs with iPod in hand, prepared to hammer through six miles in under forty-two minutes and praying the twinge in my scar was weather related.
Mom sat at the kitchen table, reddish-blonde curls boinging in all directions. She squeezed her forehead, like trying to stave off a tension headache. Without looking away from the Asheville Citizen Times, she handed me my cell phone. "Sweetheart, do us both a favor. Humor your father with a response."
Dad's text read: Love the hills and they'll love you back. Before I'd finished reading, the phone chirped with more pre-workout advice: Be one with the mud.