Eternal
Mixture
Eternal
Mix Series
Book
One
Shevaun
DeLucia
Genre:
YA paranormal romance
Publisher:
Words Written
Date
of Publication: 11/1/2013
ISBN:
978-0615828039 paperback
ISBN:
978-0615951423 eBoook
ASIN:
B00ICT9GQK
Number
of pages: 293
Word
Count: 88,502 words
Cover
Artist: George Parulski, East Way Photography
Book
Description:
If
you had the chance to start your life over, would you take it? If you
were told you would live for eternity, would you embrace it? If a
stranger told you he was your soul mate, would you believe it?
Raina
Richmond has played it safe her entire life. She has never broken the
rules. That is, until Brent Alexander walked straight into her life,
causing havoc. Turning her world upside down.
Brent
is the new kid in town. He is every girl’s fantasy: adorable,
charming, chiseled, and the typical boy Raina usually steers clear
of. But there is just something about him she can’t seem to resist.
Safe is no longer an option for her. For him, she breaks all the
rules.
What
she doesn’t realize is that he holds the key to her past, present,
and future. Once he reveals the reasons behind their irrevocable
connection, she will unlock the answers to all of her questions, and
her life as she knows it will never be the same again.
Excerpt:
A part of the first chapter
I
head over to the library to kill some time before my next class. It’s
quiet and peaceful in there, and I always feel a wave of calmness
when walking through those doors. I think it may have something to do
with all these words that have come together, creating stories,
written by all these amazing authors who now surround me. I love
books. Something about seeing through someone else’s eyes and
living a mere moment in someone else’s life soothes me.
I
take a seat at the table in the back, take out Christopher Pike’s
Blood Thirst from my book bag, and dive into the book. The main
character, Sita, is so empowering, bold, and immortal, yet carefree
and fragile all at once.
The
thought of living a thousand years is so intriguing but ultimately
depressing, having to outlive everyone and anyone who enters your
life. Still, it makes me wonder, what would I give to have all
eternity in my hands?
As
I contemplate this, I hear a chair skid across the carpet in front of
me. I slowly bring my book down, low enough to peek over.
I
furrow my brows. “Can I help you?” I ask the boy sitting at the
table across from me, feeling a bit perplexed and apprehensive. A
smirk spreads across his face as his smoky golden eyes bore into
mine.
“No,
just taking in the view,” the boy answers back with swagger.
Is
this kid crazy or something? I know he can’t possibly be talking
about me, and the library isn’t much to look at either.
I
glance behind me. “The view, huh? Kinda hard to believe, since
we’re sitting in a library,” I comment sarcastically.
“Very
true. But I wasn’t talking about the scenery; I was more or less
talking about you,” he replies. “My name is Brent,” he says
while extending his hand for me to shake. Immediately, I feel the
thump-thump, thump-thump of my heart pumping with great intensity. An
ice-cold shiver rushes down my arms and throughout my body, and I
can’t help but stare at his soft, pristinely manicured hand, as
though touching it would be the death of me. An end to all means. But
most of all, I’m afraid of the burning scar his touch might leave
on me.
I
continue to stare at him, not sure where this is going. He eventually
drops his hand. I’m kind of wondering if maybe this is a joke, like
he was put up to this or something. Maybe I’m being punked and
everyone is hiding behind the bookcases, waiting for him to make a
fool out of me.
But
Brent just continues to gawk at me with this indescribable charisma.
I feel as though he’s drawing me in with the golden blaze of his
eyes but making me question his intentions with a devilish grin.
“Ahem.”
Brent clears his throat, looking amused, and leans his head to the
side, waving his hand to get my attention.
“Oh,
sorry. I’m Raina,” I finally reply after leaving my trance.
“Hi,
Raina. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says, as though he’s
been waiting for this moment his entire life.
“Finally?”
I question, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. “You say that as
though we should already know each other.”
I
watch as he adjusts his shoulders and reassesses himself before
responding. “I saw you in the hallway this morning and then again
in the cafeteria. I just felt like you were someone I wanted to
meet,” he confesses. “The cafeteria felt a little crowded, with
all eyes on me, so I left to get some air,” Brent finishes,
shrugging his shoulders.
“And
you followed me here?”
I
can’t believe that just came out of my mouth. Of course he’s not
stalking me! Why would anyone want to do that?
“I
wasn’t stalking you, if that’s what you’re thinking. When I
passed by, I saw you sitting alone. I felt like this was my chance to
introduce myself without any watchers lurking,” he admits with a
kind of sincerity. At least, I think he’s being sincere.
Before
I can even respond, the bell rings. I stand up and quickly gather my
book off the table to place in my book bag. I push in my chair and
smile at him as he begins to stand up. I turn to walk away, not
knowing what else to say to him.
An
intense warmth stings my hand, goose bumps rage through my skin as my
hair rises from my body. I pause slowly, turn around, and look down.
Brent’s hand is now touching mine.
“Raina,
when can I see you again?”
The energy from his hand is climbing through my every limb, awakening
the parts of me that lay dormant for so long.
“Why
would you want to see me again?” I question, a little dumbfounded,
taking my hand back.
He
steps closer. “Because I like you.” Straight to the point.
I
turn slowly around, not sure how to answer this, and I can feel the
heat off his body as he walks beside me. I stop when we get to the
glass doors. “Listen, you seem nice and all, but I have a
boyfriend,” I say, leaving him speechless. I’m completely shocked
that this lie just came rolling off my tongue so easily. I hate
lying, but I hate being let down even more so, and I’m sure that’s
just what he would do eventually.
About
the Author:
Shevaun
DeLucia lives in upstate New York with her husband, four children,
and two dogs. As a stay-at-home mom while her children were young,
she fell in love with reading. She indulged in the small moments that
took her away from the reality of her loud, overly rambunctious
household, bringing her into a world of fantasy. When reading wasn’t
enough to satisfy her, she turned to writing, determined to create
the perfect ending of her own.
Twitter-
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