Phoenix by Melissa Starr
Melissa Starr is a small town, country gal from deep in southern Oklahoma. Born in Altus and raised in Frederick, it only seemed right to put down roots there with her own family; a husband, two sons and two daughters. She resides and writes from her home in Frederick where she spends her free time attending her children’s various sporting activities and just enjoying being a mom.
Melissa is also a freelance photographer who enjoys camping and riding ATV’s when the weather permits and snapping a million and one pictures of her family and friends against much protest. *Smiles*
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Elora Rae Gannon believes her life is over. On her sixteenth birthday she receives news that she is a mythical monster of hellish proportions and if that’s not bad enough, she receives this information in the form of a letter from her dead mother who also informs her that she must become part of an elite secret society of others like herself or die. Sucky birthday, huh? And just when she thinks she’s got it all figured out, her new-found family in the Elite forces her to break ties with her human BFF shortly before her BFF just up and vanishes. With her world in utter upheaval, Elora makes the move to a new school- Marlind Prep, with full intentions of finding out exactly what is going on behind the scenes and why her best friend has vanished- all while trying to figure out how to successfully make out with her boyfriend without sucking the very life out of him!
Publisher: Fire & Ice Imprint of Melange Books LLC
Release Date: May 27th, 2012
Genre: YA Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
3 ecopies of Phoenix.
A black, cloth was pulled over my head and I was flung effortlessly over someone’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I could tell my captor was jogging as I felt the jarring of his shoulder in my gut, I thought I might puke at any second and would’ve if I thought it’d stop my captor in his tracks, but I doubted it. I swallowed against the bile, juice and Pop Tart churning in my gut and tried to take a deep breath. He stopped abruptly and thrust me into the seat of a vehicle. Front or back seat, I wasn’t sure but the door closed behind me with a thud and that’s when I realized my hands were bound. I was so distracted and terrified I’d never even felt my captor bind me. Zip cord, I could feel the hard plastic cutting into my skin. I struggled to sit up but couldn’t see anything but the tiny fibers of my black hood. The light outside did very little in the way of penetrating the material.
“Where are you taking me?” I spat to whoever was listening. A slight shadow of movement caught my eye.
“In due time, Elora. You are in no danger.”
“I’ve been bound and abducted but I’m in no danger? I don’t know what tree you fell out of but where I come from it’s called kidnapping and it carries a prison sentence in all fifty states!”
The man (I could tell my captor was a he, by his deep voice.) sighed and chuckled to himself as he made a left turn suddenly causing me to slide toward him. Okay, front seat. I tried to focus on how many turns he was making, left or right and how far he drove on each stretch of road but it was pointless, he was clearly trying to throw me off.
“Who are you?” I managed to sit up and turned my head in the direction I believed him to be seated.
“I am a senior at Frederick High and a Phoenix but you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“So, people do have reason to fear Phoenixes.” I breathed only a small sigh of relief that my abductor was a Phoenix. “Tell me, do all of the Phoenixes partake in the kidnapping of innocents?” My nerves were beginning to settle a bit now that I knew I wasn’t a victim of some deranged nutcase. At least he didn’t sound like a deranged nut. But I guessed insanity was no respecter of persons- was it?
“You are quite a handful aren’t you? I believe you were informed that you would be taking the Oath today, don’t play dumb Miss Gannon. You’ve been told who and what you are. And with that knowledge come secrets and the whereabouts of our headquarters will be kept secret from you until you’ve taken the vows.”
“It’s not like I was told I’d be kidnapped!” I growled. “And what happens if I refuse?”
“You will die.” A sick feeling washed over me and now I really did feel like vomiting. Maybe my captors really were deranged.
“Now the Phoenixes are involved in murder? Kidnapping and murder. Terrific, sucky birthday to this-”
“Don’t be stupid. We won’t kill you.” Memory of his voice surfaced but I couldn’t place-
“Who then?” I was afraid to find out. My breathing became shallow and I could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate.
“Are you okay?” The car slowed.
“No,” I croaked. “I feel sick. And it’s hard for me to breathe under this- stupid- THING!” I panted as I tried to slow my breathing. It wasn’t working. “It’s- not- everyday that a- person- finds out that they,” I took a deep breath, in, out, in, out, and began to gain control but now tears were welling in my eyes. “They must choose- to become a freak or die-” I finished. The dang dam broke and I began to sob.
The car came to a stop. The man turned to me and slid his hands beneath the hood covering my head and lifted it just above my nose and held it firmly against my eyes. I could feel his hot breath on my face and a tingle rose within my core. His voice was so freaking familiar…my heart thrummed. I wasn’t scared anymore, just angry.
“It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine,” he whispered soothingly. “Calm down.” He brushed away the tears that trailed both sides of my cheeks with his thumbs. I immediately felt better for some reason as a strange feeling come over me.
“Are you ever going to tell me who you are?” I sucked in another breath and shivered. The air around me smelled of leather and woodsy-type cologne mingled with the salt from my tears. I’d smelled that scent before, minus the salt. I blew out noisily waiting for his response. I knew I must look a mess, probably had snot streaming from my nose so I sniffed hard. Nope, not yet.
“You know me,” he whispered again. His breath swept my flushed face causing me to shiver, but not from the cold this time. Then the familiar voice owner pressed his lips tenderly against mine. I stopped shaking instantly. How did he do that? A dozen faces flashed before my eyes but only one felt right. Ezra Denton, the most amazing, most perfect guy in Frederick High School or maybe any school for that matter. He was a five foot eight track and baseball star with steely-gray eyes which at times appeared almost silver with messy, burnt chestnut locks, which most days he wore in an unkempt, faux hawk. He was also a senior and teacher’s aide to Ms. Batton in my first hour choir class. I’d only drooled over him for the past three years, but he had really come into his own in the last year and no one and I mean no one could compare in looks or talent to him as far as I was concerned. A lot of guys went through that awkward stage where you were unsure of how good looking they would be when they were fully matured, but not Ezra. He had always maintained a strong, well-defined frame, great skin and oozed self-confidence.
His lips were soft and warm and I suddenly liked the idea of being taken captive by this Phoenix. He pulled back far too soon for my taste; instinctively I felt my body inchworm closer to his.
“I told you, you knew me,” he breathed, then gently tugged the cloth down over my face again and pulled the car back onto the road.
I drew my knees to my chest unsure of how to respond to what just happened. I had just been kidnapped and then happily un-kidnapped by the same extraordinary man who had been the center of many of my day dreams and night dreams for years, yet, I was still bound and didn’t know where I was being taken. And suddenly I didn’t care as long as I was with Ezra.
A life for a life I vow…by embrace of fire and spirit, I conquer death.
High is the price of immortality, a life for a life I vow.