Publishing 17th August
YA Paranormal Romance
That’s how old I was when I found out I was special. I was given my rose quartz gem and taught about my past.
That’s how many times I’ve lived in this world. This is my thirteenth life cycle as a human.
That’s how many seconds it took to fall in love with Mike. It’s also the amount of time I had to say goodbye just before he was killed by Reggie, the hunter that’s been after me.
Will Reggie succeed in killing me too, and eradicating the planet of the unicorn race forever?
Since elementary school, I remember being in love with words. Spelling them, writing them, reading them…I even hang them up around my house. I think I owe my love of language to my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Templeton. I can recall sitting around in a circle in that old, red-brick school, listening to her read aloud Greek mythology. The oxymoron there was that she was the most prim and proper teacher I ever knew, right down to the white buttoned up blouse held together at the collar with a cameo pin. The way she read made words come alive.
I had written a few things here and there throughout my life. I used to think I’d be good at children’s books, and it wasn’t a far stretch since I worked with children every day and knew what they liked. But then I read the series by Stephenie Meyer, maybe you’ve heard of it…Twilight. This was the type of story I knew I had to write. Teenagers were my audience. It helped I had one at home to learn from.
My idea didn’t come in a dream. No, I wasn’t that fortunate. It happened through research. And lots of it. The only criteria I had was that I wanted my story to be different from everything else out there. I wanted my story to stand out. No vampires or werewolves. No witches or wizards. Unicorns were my choice. And I think the story that unfolded is definitely unique.