I wrote this one specifically because I bribed my cross country team and told them if they would beat their PRs, I would put them in my next book. So Destiny runs on the cross country team and all my amazing runners from the 2015 season have cameos :)
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| Tada! |
Here's what it's about:
“You’ve
just always been the powerful one. I’m
the smart aleck.”
“We’re
the same. I’m night, you’re
day. You have to have both to have life.”
“You
can hide in the shadows.”
“And
you can shine like the sun. This prophesy is about both of us.”
Destiny doesn't think she's anything special. The daughter of an
outcast witch. Her twin, Fate, is her best friend, so that's awesome.
They're experts in love potions and selling them to crazy high school
kids.
So they can buy more shoes.
But that all changes when their school is attacked by
warlocks—warlocks who want her power for their own. The attack
launches her onto the path the stars have chosen for Destiny, Fate,
and their long-lost father.
Oh, and Quin.
Quin, who's the son of a witch, only tolerating Destiny's presence
because she can save his mother. Except along the way, that all
changes, and he realizes Destiny is everything he never knew he
wanted. The only problem is she thinks if love can be made from a
potion, it can't be a real thing.
If they survive this, he's going to prove her wrong.
And here's a sneak peek!
She
could see her team warming up, led by the two captains, Shad and
Elise. But she couldn't talk herself into getting out of the dang
truck. "Stupid Winnie," she muttered. She closed her eyes
again and sent all her negative thoughts Winnie's way.
The
door next to her elbow opened. "Destiny, I'm going to ask you
straight out. Are you a wit-"
She
squealed and swung her fist out before her mind had a chance to
comprehend what was happening.
And
hit Quin right in the face.
He
swore, stumbling backward as he grabbed his face. Destiny stared in
horror, unsure what to do. There was blood. Lots of blood.
She
hated blood.
The
world around her started to spin and she covered her mouth, fighting
not to throw up.
"Dammit,
Destiny!" Quin bellowed behind his hands.
"I'm
sorry. I didn't know—wait. Hang on." She whirled in her seat
and dug through her bag, looking for the potion she'd used after Krav
Maga. "Here. Drink this."
"Now's
not the time, Destiny," he growled.
She
reached across the truck and flipped open the glove compartment,
digging for napkins. She grabbed a handful and sat up, thrusting them
at Quin's general area while trying not to look at him as much as
possible. "Here. Then drink this." She handed him the
potion again, saw the blood, and everything went black.
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