I, Jaz Parks, state formally address all of you faithful followers (? that I'll buy the book. Ha! I called pretty, well, I like werewolves and here in Argentina are neither Maggie S, or another of these magical beings ~ by at least as far as I know. And how this book is already in Argentina , I will wait for the bookstores to get my copy.
Here is the prologue (which I was hooked to the touch) on this post and the link from page Hidden Guardians of America where the first chapter . There a contest on page of GULatinoamérica, for those interested.
~ PROLOGUE ~
The Moonlight bathed us, we bathed Lucas and me.
A silence spread through the forest. Giant trees around us, whose rustling leaves seemed to send warnings to the warm breeze of the summer night. But he ignored. We did not worry more than one another.
He was much taller than me, and I had to tilt the head back to look into the silver eyes. They were hypnotic eyes, which would have had to calm my galloping heart, but instead, they did beat stronger. Or maybe it was the proximity of his lips he did miss my chaotic pulse.
He stepped toward me and I fell backward, but the trunk of a tree stopped me away anything he wanted. Was I ready for this? Were you prepared for the kiss that would change my life? Knew that if he kissed me, I would no longer be the same. Neither would ever be the same, knowing that our relationship would change ...
My mind faltered at the enormity of such a simple word "change." It meant more to me at that time, which finally understood.
Lucas was suddenly much closer. I had not seen him move. I was just closer. He could thus move faster. The knees started shaking, and I was glad to have a solid tree on which to lean. He raised his arm and forearm rested against the trunk, over my head, as if he will also need some kind of support. And that came even closer to me. I felt the heat of your body to reach the mine. Under normal circumstances, he would have attracted me towards him to shake in a comforting hug, but that night nothing was normal.
was fantastic in the light of the moon. Really cute. His thick straight hair that fell to her shoulders, was a real potpourri of colors: white, black, silver and even a bit of brown, to garnish composition. I felt the urgent and desperate need to touch, to touch him.
But he knew that he would interpret any movement on my part as a signal: a sign she was ready. And it was not. I did not want what he offered me. At least that night. Probably never.
How afraid? It was only a kiss. I had kissed other guys, had kissed Lucas.
So why am I terrified that Lucas kissed me that night? The answer was simple: I knew that this kiss forever unite us.
He gently pulled the hair from his forehead with his fingers. He once told me that the color of my hair reminded her of a fox. All I was thinking in terms related to the forest. Fit with him and his solitary lifestyle.
Why had so much patience with me? Why not pressuring me? Does he also feel it? "He understood how much would be crucial if ...?
He lowered his head. I did not move. Just breath. Despite all my reservations, I wished. I craved. And yet, I kept fighting to avoid it.
Her lips almost touched mine. Almost.
-Kayla, "he whispered seductively, caressing her cheek with his breath. The time has come.
My eyes filled with tears. I shook my head, refusing to acknowledge the truth of his words.
"I'm not ready.
I heard a menacing, guttural roar in the distance. Stiffened. I knew that he too had heard. He turned from me and looked over his shoulder. It was then when I saw: a dozen eager wolves prowling the perimeter of the clearing.
Luke looked back at me. His silver eyes reflected disappointment.
"Then choose another, because you can not go through this alone.
turned, I turned and began to decisive strides towards wolves.
- Wait! "I yelled.
But it was too late.
He had begun to take off her clothes and get rid of her as she hurried pace. And suddenly I was running. Jumped in the air and ...
For when it fell to earth, was now a wolf. In the space of a second had passed from boy to beast. And she was so fantastic in his wolf form and in its human form.
threw back his head and howled toward the moon, towards the star that heralds the change, which gives the destination. The anguished sound reverberated through me, called me. I struggled not to respond, but the wild side that resides in the depths of my being was too strong and was determined to get away with it.
I ran behind him ...
was hard to believe that just two weeks before I had been laughing and laughing at the mere idea that might exist in reality men wolf.
Because at that time I, Kayla Madison, was about to become one of them.
Jaz Parks
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