Also, read to the end of this post for an exciting sneak peak at Felicia’s new book!
Here’s the book blurb for The White Aura:
How do you live with the gut
clenching truth that the one you love will die if you meet them? Twenty year
old sorcerer Scott Tabors is learning how. After seeing seventeen year old Olivia
Whitehead outside of a coffee shop, his heart will never be the same. He longs
for her, he wants her, and he knows she will be his. They are heart mates…but
due to a curse on his family, he can’t meet her. Not yet. So for now, he visits
her in her dreams. Her dreams where he can tell her everything but his name.
Olivia Whitehead is a typical
junior in high school. She and her best friend are having the time of their
lives, but she can’t help but notice the changes happening to her. Especially
the changes in her heart after she begins dreaming about a mysterious dark
haired young man. But what will happen when the school heartthrob decides he
wants Olivia? Will she realize the dream man is real or will she move on?
Here’s an excerpt of The White Aura from
Olivia’s point of view:
I’m
outside. The moon is high and glowing, there are trees all around. This is a
new location. I look around for Mr. Sexy, but I can’t see him anywhere, it’s
too dark. Looking around, I realize this place is familiar. Wait…I’m in the
field I was day dreaming about earlier. The soft green grass is like silk
between my toes. There are yellow daisies everywhere. Trees line the perimeter,
it’s almost like I’m in a box. I’m wearing my shorts and cami, but I’m not
cold. The wind is blowing just enough to ruffle my hair. “Hello?” I call
timidly. Nothing. It’s completely silent out, not even birds are chirping. I
glance around and walk forward. My arms are wrapped around the front of me, not
for warmth, but for comfort. I know I’m dreaming, but this is still kind of
weird. I see a deer to my left, just watching me. She’s beautiful and majestic.
She starts to come towards me the moment I wish I could pet her. My hand slowly
reaches out and touches her course coat. Huge brown eyes look into mine,
there’s no fear.
“You’re
beautiful,” I whisper.
“So
are you,” a deep voice says from behind me.
I turn
violently, scaring the deer off into the trees. Mr. Sexy is standing five feet
in front of me. Jeans and a fitted white t-shirt clothe his fit body.
“You’re
here.”
“Of course
I am, where else would I be?”“I thought…well I wasn’t sure if this was our dream or just mine.”
“It’s
ours Livvie, it’s ours. Always ours.”
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I’d watched her every day since school began. She moved
with grace and confidence, yet I could see hurt behind her eyes when she
surveyed her surroundings. I didn’t know who would want to hurt a beautiful
creature like her, but it angered me. A lot. I watched her from a distance for
as long as I could, until the longing in my heart to hear her voice speaking to
me was too much.
I knew it was stupid and reckless to bring myself into
her life. I was the worst kind of guy for her, into all the wrong things, but
something about her made me want to be…more. The first time I saw her beautiful
face was during lunch. She was stuck in a little hole in the wall, her nose
deep into a book. Her dark blonde hair fell around her face, and she absent
mindedly pushed it behind her ear, not once looking up from her book. People
walked around her, came close to stepping on her, completely ignored her…and
all I could do was stare. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Two weeks after that,
I’d followed her bus to the next bus stop. I prayed to be the one driving her
home someday soon.
As I approached, she hadn’t moved. She leaned back
against the bench, her eyes furiously devouring the book she gripped. After I
finally got her attention, my heart had almost stopped when her deep, rich
brown eyes looked into mine. Her voice sounded like it came from heaven, her
words singing a song to my heart. I laid a hand on her leg, the sparks shooting
straight into my soul.
9 years prior-October
I’d followed her to the bus stop every day since then.
The week after our first meeting, I’d gotten the nerve to meet her at her
locker. She was bent in, rummaging through her belongings, when I slid up and
relaxed behind the door. I heard her groan as a book fell to the floor. I
scooped in to pick it up, smiling at her as I handed it over. Her eyes widened
as she whispered my name.
“Francesca.”
"Cade…you never talk to me in school,” she accused me.
It stung. It was true. I didn’t want my friends getting
the wrong idea or anyone saying things to her about how screwed up I was. It
was selfish, and it appeared to hurt her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted to…” I admitted,
taking her book bag from her.
“What are you doing?” she questioned, eyeing my hand.
“Walking you to class?”
Her eyes stared down, and a small smile curved on her
gorgeous face. She peered up at me, her lashes dark and framing her eyes
perfectly. My breath caught when she did that. She walked around me, turning a
few steps away to make sure I followed.
“Of course I want
to. We’re friends, right?” she said, sauntering off.
Her
voice hummed in my mind, sending smoke signals to my heart. I think I would
have followed her anywhere. I’d walk off a cliff if it’s where she led.
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