Happy Monday, readers! As you know, I love hosting other authors on my blog, but I love it even more when I’ve gotten to meet them. Julie Anne Lindsey is a super-cool chick and I’m happy to have her join me today for the release of Prophecy! Congrats Julie! Read on for more…
Prophecy (Calypso, #1)
Release Date: 10/06/14 | Publisher: Kensington Books
On the other side of death, is destiny.
Callie Ingram is spending her senior year focused on one thing: swimming. Her skill as a competitive swimmer is going to secure a scholarship and her future, or so she hopes. She has big plans, and Liam Hale, her gorgeous new neighbor, isn’t going to affect them. But when Callie sees Liam beheading someone, she learns his family has a secret that will change everything. The Hales are Vikings, demi-gods who’ve been charged by The Fates to find their new destined leader.
Callie’s caught in the middle of a budding Norse apocalypse, in love with Liam Hale and desperate to protect her best friend…who the Hales believe is marked for transformation. Putting the clues together as fast as she can, can discovers she has the power to rewrite destiny, for herself and all humankind.
Coach blew his whistle and the swimmer stopped stroking ten feet from the pool’s edge nearest our feet. The swimmer was far too long and broad to be a girl. Also, no shirt. So, who was this guy? Lean arms stretched toward the wall. His fingertips latched onto the shelf below my toes. Liam’s face broke the water’s surface. Blue goggles masked his eyes as he climbed from the pool and ran huge hands over dripping hair.
“Hale.” Coach looked from Liam to me. “Callie Ingram. Callie, Liam Hale.”
“Hello.” Liam spoke. No nod. No pretending I didn’t exist.
“Hey,” I answered lamely.
His accent was fabulous. I smiled, pleased with the idea of having him to myself
for an hour a day. My theory about everything being better at the pool might hold water
Liam pulled off his goggles, revealing those unspeakably beautiful eyes. His
frown returned and my smile fell. So much for my pool theory.
Coach turned his back on me. “Your times are remarkable, Hale. Our season
begins November first. We practice Monday through Thursday immediately after school.
Swim meets begin the first of December. Miss a practice, you miss the meet. Miss a
meet, you’re off the team. You swim unless you’re hospitalized, comatose, or dead. Same
goes for practice. Think it over before you sign on. This is a solid five month
commitment, longer if we get to Nationals.”
“Thank you, sir.” Liam extended a hand to Coach and they shook on it.
Coach ambled to his office, reviewing whatever he’d marked on his clipboard and
shaking his head. He stopped at the threshold and turned back to Liam and me, still
frozen where he left us.
“You’re free to go, Hale.” He pointed his whistle necklace at me next. “Don’t
wait for her. This one never leaves.”
I shot Coach a sarcastic look before he fell into his chair and put his feet on the
desk, watching us through his office window. Liam looked at me, an odd expression on
his face. I averted my eyes, avoiding his super intense soul searching stare. It wasn’t my
best idea. As my gaze fell on his broad shoulders, I sucked air. “You’re not bad.” I lifted
a limp hand toward the pool. “In the water, I mean.”
I shook my head, visually tracing the path of water droplets over the planes and
angles of his chest, following patterns down a well-sculpted six-pack. Two rough scars
caught my gaze, pulling my interest back up a few inches. Ragged white lines swelled
over his chest and rib cage on one side. The marks looked like the result of an awful
accident at first, ragged at the edges, imperfect, but I recognized the symbol they made.
I’d seen it a thousand times in the Hale Cemetery. Like a letter z, tipped on a diagonal
and elongated in an ancient hieroglyphic way. The symbol repeated in varied sizes down his left side. I searched his body again, closer this time, seeking anything else I missed.
Water continued to fall from his hair to his torso. I tracked the drops over his skin until
they disappeared into the fabric of his waistband.
“And outside the water?”
I jerked my focus back to his face, heat creeping up my neck. We were basically
in our underwear and I’d examined him like a shameless creeper. “Fine.” Fine? What was
wrong with me? I didn’t ogle guys, stumble over words, or crush on my best friend.
Whatever was happening to my brain, I didn’t approve.
I hope you enjoyed the teaser. If you want to know more about Liam and Callie or those strange marking on his hot Viking chest (hint – they’re runes), you can find Prophecy where digital books are sold. Thank you so much for reading my excerpt!
Teaser excerpt: The First Kiss
“Come on in.” The look in his eye stirred something in my middle, as if he’d issued a challenge.
I dove in. Under water, my hazy mind cleared. My limbs felt alive. I broke the surface rejuvenated. “Oh my goodness. I feel amazing.” I blinked salt water from my eyes.
“I’m glad.” Liam treaded water, closing the space between us slowly.
My fingertips traced the white scars on his chest. “Do you mind?” I glanced into his eyes, barely able to break focus on the luminous lines over his chest. They called to me. Whether because their shape was so familiar or because it broke my heart to think someone had carved into him this way.
“No. I don’t mind.” His breath shuddered over the words. “How do you see the runes?” His fingers encircled my wrist, stopping my hand against his skin.
“It’s the same one on the tombstones. Why’d you do this?” I flattened my palm over his heart. “Was it because your father died?” I bit my lip and shut my eyes. He hadn’t told me about his father. “I researched you online and I read about your dad. Was that the reason you moved?”
Liam released me. “You see the runes on the tombstones as well?”
“Yes.” Discussing his dad’s death, his move, and his scar were apparently off limits. I swallowed my irritation as I tallied up the things we couldn’t talk about. Fine. Maybe I could figure out what the rune meant without his help. “I grew up wandering the cemetery, collecting acorns and buckeyes. Mom took me for picnics when I was young. The kids played there in grade school. When they stopped, I kept going. It’s my quiet place. I think there and walk Chester there. I have chalk rubbings of almost all the stones.”
His eyes widened.
“The runes never come through. They’re smooth.”
Liam blinked, unspeaking.
“Did you do this to yourself?” I touched his scar lightly.
My eyes flashed to his. I hated this option worse than any other. “Who did?”
His soft green eyes darkened. “I will answer your question on one condition.”
My heart jumped. “Okay.”
Liam lifted a palm to my cheek. Watching me closely, he slid his other hand to the back of my neck, cupping my head and bringing me closer in the warm salt water. He brushed his thumb over my lips and lifted my chin with his fingers. “Still okay?”
I nodded, hoping I wouldn’t forget how to swim or breathe.
His lips whispered against mine with feather light pressure, testing me.
The dusting of his lips ignited something inside me and worry washed away. I inclined my chin, pressing my mouth to his, savoring the electricity flowing through my veins. Liam’s lips parted. “And now?”
I draped my arms over his broad shoulders and curled my fingers into his hair. “Still fine.”
Callie’s in good hands, I promise….you know, in case you were worried for her. I hope you enjoyed the teaser and will consider reading more about Liam and Callie. You can find them on where digital books are sold.
Julie Anne Lindsey is a multi-genre author who writes the stories that keep her up at night. She’s a self-proclaimed nerd with a penchant for words and proclivity for fun. Julie lives in rural Ohio with her husband and three small children. Today, she hopes to make someone smile. One day she plans to change the world.
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