Jessie moves from New York to North Carolina one week after school lets out for summer break. Her newly single mother and Jessie move in with grandma Gayle. Being a teen in a retirement area is one more thing to add to her ‘this sucks’ list. It’s bad enough to have to move, but even worse, her alcoholic father left them as he went on a quest to be an artist in Greece.
Things begin to look up when she is reintroduced to Caleb, the dorky boy that saved her life one summer at the beach. Caleb is no longer scrawny and nerdy; he is now tall, dark and handsome. Caleb is a Light Tamer.
Jessie and Amber become fast friends. Amber is a no frills girl. Her snarky comments and sassy attitude will raise a few eyebrows and have you laughing out loud. Amber is rough around the edges, a light tamer with only two years left to find the one she is bound to. Her father’s surfing accident left her dad paralyzed and her brother dead.
This paranormal romance will keep you on the edge of your seat with humor, romance, and determination. Fall head over heels for Caleb and Jessie.
“Bound together in light and friendship Jessie. It isn’t a life sentence of uncertainty, we will get through this. We were bound for a reason, together we are stronger. It’s a gift, we protect each other, and we protect a gift. You’re from the original bloodline, which means something. What do the Dark Ones get from you?”
“Ugh, you’re going to be right all the time aren’t you?”
“Good thing you’ve realized that early on,” Caleb flashes me his dimpled grin.
“Sheesh, conceited much?” I say and playfully pinch his arm. “I don’t know what the Dark Ones want, but if they find out about my chazzle ability, it could be bad.” I turn and face him, smiling and say, “You know what happens when I chazzle you,” and winked. “I could make kissing you a chazzle sport,” I say and do my best to wiggle my eyebrows up and down. I take his hand in mine as we walk through the library. “I got a text from Amber asking if we can come rescue her for the night. I’m going to ask my grandma and mom if she can stay over. I’ll probably regret it, but I’m a glutton for punishment.”
“I think she could use a friend, and I’m thinking that just might be you,” Caleb says dramatically and points at me.
And there it is, that moment when like seems too weak a word and love, well… I’ve never felt it before. His concern for his friend makes him even more attractive to me. The struggle between like and love renders me confused. This is the pivotal moment when I know this is more than words can describe.
Slow down, back up, turn around, but don’t fall, I say to myself.
The time we’d spent in the library melted the morning sun into a blazing inferno of heat. Caleb’s car felt like a private sauna, equipped with leather seats to burn away the outer portion of your skin.
“Oh look, the sno-cone cart is here. Let’s grab a snow cone and let the A. C. cool down the car. I don’t want you to get burned on the black interior. Same flavor as last time?”
Awe, he remembers the flavor, how sweet.
“Of course, you think I’m some kind of knucklehead?” Caleb says as he pulls out his plaid Velcro wallet.
We sit on a bench with our sno-cones and try to eat them faster than they melt, unsuccessfully. Just as I’m about to take my last spoonful of melted flavored water, my biggest fear on earth happened. A bee the size of a baseball flew straight towards me, his aim spot on for my face. Before I have the ability to reason rationally, I do what most would do during an attack of a murdering bee. Without thinking, I throw my sno-cone at the bee, which sadly did not hit it. Instead, the triangle cup of lime green water slammed straight into a child no more than ten years old. I hear a blood curdling scream, realizing it was coming from my mouth, and I watch the kid burst into tears. The mother pulled her child to safety from the insane, sno-cone hurdling nut job that is screaming like a banshee. My arms go up in the air and I start flailing them back and forth in hopes of whooping the bee to the ground. I drop my purse and run screaming towards Caleb’s car.
In an instant, I watch as Caleb reaches up into the air and with lightening speed he grabs the bee out of the air. I scream in fear that it’s going to murder my boyfriend, or worse, he is going to bring it over and show it to me. Oh, if he comes near me with that bee, I will kill him myself. The lady and her child are huddled together at the sno-cone cart and a small group of people have stopped walking into the library, to watch the lunatic in the parking lot. I hear someone yelling for him not to do it, to stop and begging God for mercy. Again, I realize it is my voice. This isn’t going very well, I tell myself. Caleb has the bee in his hand and he is shaking his hand back and forth, knocking the bee silly. He opens up his hand, and to my horror it is still alive but very dizzy and it drops to the ground. Caleb’s foot goes stomping onto the bee, in a display of crazed lunacy. He wipes his hands on his pant leg and walks over to me with his hands held out to show me it was gone.
Without inhibitions or fear of public display of affection, I throw my arms around him and thank him with sloppy lime green tongue kisses. Caleb opens up my car door and I sit down with a thump. My boyfriend is the best killer bee murderer, ever.