Where do you go when there is nowhere left to run?
For years the Society for Human Preservation has been waging a quiet
war against the Shifters & Seers of the world, and now they've
taken two of the Alpha Pack's own.
With the ability to See inside a person's mind, Lizzie Anders is one
of the most powerful Seers in the world, but all that power comes with
the responsibility of protecting herself and others from what she can
do. And now, after years of suppressing her Sight, the SHP is intent on
tearing down the walls she's carefully constructed to further their
Layne Hagan is the boy no one wanted. Abandoned by his mother when
he was a baby and orphaned by his father in Scout's battle to become
Alpha Female, he was handed off by his grandparents to live with Charlie
and the rest of the Alpha Pack. He's never had a place or purpose...
With no one left to rely on but each other, Lizzie and Layne must
learn to put their past behind them and learn to trust each other - and
their hearts - again.
Whispered Visions will be releasing on September 8. If you're a blogging-type person (unlike me, who cannot blog to save my life), and would like to take part in the cover reveal or read an eARC, please see the form below. The cover reveal will take place on August 17, and eARCs will be sent out that same week.
Some of you may notice that this is the last book in the Shifters & Seers series. I keep meaning to write a post about that, but I haven't, mostly because it's a hard post to write.
Here is what I can tell you:
• I realized pretty early on that Whispered Visions was going to be the last, so it wraps up the SHP storyline. You're not going to be left hanging at the end of this one. Promise.
• I consider it the end for now, but not necessarily forever. I had planned on several more books in this series, so there is always a chance I'll pick up with them later.
• I AM NOT GOING TO STOP WRITING. I have ideas. Many of them. And I'm excited about the next project I'm going to work on. Really excited. I hope you'll be as excited to read it.
• I have enjoyed expanding the world introduced in the Timber Wolves trilogy and getting to know some of Scout's friends better, but I've been playing in the world of Shifters & Seers for a looong time. I simply feel like it's time to move on. I thank all of you who have traveled down this path with me.
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Welcome to the third stop on the Valentine's Blog Hop, where YA superstars are sharing exclusive content and readers get a chance to win some wicked cool prizes. You know, because it's Valentine's Day, a day when all YA readers should be able to...
I'm super-pumped to be able to share an edited excerpt from Undeniably Chosen by Shelly Crane. (Yes! THAT Shelly Crane! The NTY & USA Today bestselling author!) So, without further ado, here is your sneak peek at the newest installment of the Significance series...
Dad sighed once of those long sighs that you
could tell he was angry and hurt and wanted to bust heads and hold me and do
all sorts of things all at once. “Come here, baby girl,” he finally said.
His arms were so tight. When I was a little
girl, I used to joke about him squeezing all my stuffing out because his hugs
were so hard. He said he couldn’t help it, that he needed to hug me as hard and
as long as he could because one day somebody would come and take me away from
him to marry me. I’d say gross. Over
the years it changed to eww, then maybe, then when, then why not now,
then it happened…and it was a Watson.
“I’m okay, Daddy.”
“No, you’re not.” He leaned me back and took
my face in his hands. It was the same move that Seth had done, but the meaning
was completely different. Both were meant to soothe me, both were meant to show
me love of some degree, both were meant to make to make me see them dead on and
know that they meant what they were saying. In that moment, I appreciated them
both for it. “You’re not okay, Ave, but you will be.”
“I hope you’re right.”
He put an arm around me and another out for
mom to come into. “My girls,” he mused and kissed my hair. “I know I’m right,
Ava, because I saw Seth last night. I was worried before, and I still am, but
not about him. I’m worried about his family. He won’t hurt you—well, not on
I shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s in pretty deep
with his family. You guys haven’t seen him with them or heard him talk about
them. His cousin, Harper, was at his apartment when we got there yesterday.”
Dad tensed, but I smoothed his shirt. “It was fine; it was just her. She tried
to get him to come…” I almost said home. But that wasn’t his home. I shook my
head. “She wanted him to go with her to her family’s house. Something about
family problems. But when he saw how upset I was, he stayed.”
“See?” Mom said and rubbed my arm. “That means
“But as soon as he got a text from them later
on—when we were about to talk about his family and how he was adopted by them,
he told me he had to go. And then he didn’t come tonight when he said he would
because of a “family emergency”.”
“That could be them, though,” Dad suspected.
“I bet his family knew he was supposed to come here and threw something at him
so he couldn’t come. We have to remember there are more dynamics here at play
than just a boy meeting a girl. These families have been fighting since before
even my father was born. That isn’t going to stop just because you two bonded.
No matter how much we want it.”
My chest fell in deflation. He noticed. “I
hoped that they might call a ceasefire of some sorts, at least for a little
while—maybe even some pretense of it, but it doesn’t look as if that’s the
case. They are and will always be our enemy. Seth, unfortunately, will have to
choose a side.”
“Why can’t it just be easy…like when you guys
They looked at each and laughed. Mom
whispered, looking at Dad, “If that was easy, then I don’t want to know what
hard looks like.”
“But you know what I mean,” I forged on. “At
least you knew Dad loved you. At least you didn’t have to wonder if it was all
“Neither do you,” Dad said low and looked away
from Mom. “I knew that your mom was mine from the moment I took her hand and
nothing and no one would have stood in my way. If Grandpa and Gran and the
entire Jacobson clan decided they hated her, we would have run off together the
second she agreed to it. That’s not because of who I am, that’s because I’m
Virtuoso, and no one is going to keep my woman from me. Seth looked at you the
way I look at your mom. That isn’t something you can fake, especially after
only knowing you just one day. That’s something in you, something in your guts and soul, imprinted on you, something written on your heart from that first
touch that doesn’t go away.”
My lips were parted in shock. I glanced at Mom
and she was in a similar state. “Dad,” I squeaked.
He smiled. “I have my moments.”
I slipped a little bit back into the darkness.
“But the Watsons aren’t like the rest of the Virtuoso. They don’t care about
their women like everyone else.”
“Ava,” he said slowly, “Seth is not a Watson.”
It was then that it all crashed down on me. I
felt the first little bit of happiness smack me and I smiled, giving Daddy what
I knew he wanted and needed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“What am I? Chopped suey?”
I smiled at Mom and gripped her tightly around
her neck. “Thank you, Momma.”
“Ah, you haven’t called me ‘Mamma’ in years.”
She rubbed my back and smoothed my hair as I continued to hold on.
“Today, you reminded me why you’re mom, not
the Visionary. And you’re really good at it.” I tightened my grip. “I know
you’re both, but sometimes, Mom needs to trump the other—even if it could cause
a Virtuoso worldwide incident.”
Dad chuckled, as Mom squeezed me tighter. “You
guys always come before my duties.” I nodded. “Just like I know you’ll come
before any drama and obstacles with his family. He’ll get there, Ava. He’s just
confused. His entire world just crumbled and came together all in the same day.
I hadn’t thought of it that way. Wow. A heavy
helping of guilt swept over me. And I had spent the entire time just trying to
get him to accept that they weren’t his family at all, instead of realizing
that in essence…he had gained me, but lost his family all in one day. Wow, what
“I can see your wheels turning.” She shook her
head. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Go to bed. We’ll talk more in the
“He’ll be here,” Dad said from behind me. I
turned to tell him that he texted to say he’d be here in the morning, but who
knew if he would show, but from the look on Dad’s face I understood. He wasn’t
asking a question. He was telling me that Seth would be here, that he had no
“How do you know?”
He smiled. “Guarantee you, he’ll be here first
thing, sitting in the driveway waiting for you. It’s what I would have done.”
We’ll see. “Night.”
They said their goodnights, too, and I turned
the corner, but waited. When I peeked back around I knew what I’d find but
their predictability was still endearing. Dad pushing Mom by her stomach to the
wall, her tugging him down by his collar. Dad was right—the way he looked at
Mom was so different than any other way a man looked at a woman. And Seth
looked at me that way. With so much want and requirement in his eyes.
I turned away, scrunching my nose, when Dad
when in for the kill shot. He never lasted long before he was completely
As I lay down, I hoped Daddy was right. I
hoped Seth wanted me in all ways, and I hoped it was enough.
_ _ _
My alarm clock woke me early. I had classes
today, which I didn’t want to go to. I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling and
tried not to groan at the ache in my body and my heart. He hadn’t come last
night. He’d chosen his family over me and I know that he must have thought it
was really important. I get that. They must have made it seem really important
for him not to come. But still…he chose.
And he chose wrong.
I felt the first tear crawl across my cheek
and reached up to wipe it away. I shook my head, feeling the tug and pull in my
back and arms as my body protested. I refused to sit here and feel sorry for
myself. This was my life now. I may as well get over it, right?
If the universe wanted me to be the Juliet to
his Romeo, then fine. I’d take his touch when I could and live my life the rest
of the time. We needed to figure out what his family was up to because they
were definitely up to something. The summit was coming in a week and a half.
I’d bet my right hand they were planning something.
I rolled out of bed and wasn’t able to stop
the groan this time. It wasn’t better the second day. Not even close. It was
worth, in fact. Way worse. Probably because I haven’t seen him since yesterday
afternoon. I scoffed as I moved about the room, slamming drawers as I dressed
as quickly as I could. If he wasn’t here like he promised me, I’d drive to his
He was here. I just knew it.
That made me move even quicker, moving through
my routine the most sloppy and uncoordinated I’d ever done it, but the job was
done. But then I rethought some things when I looked in the mirror, seeing my
handy work. Why would he even want to
come back when this was the picture I was giving him?
But then I gritted my teeth and shook my head.
That was such bull and I scolded myself for even thinking it. He doesn’t get to
jerk me around and then dictate how I dress myself on top of that! No, no, no.
With my hair piled in my messy bun, the way I
was definitely leaving it, but never
wore it to school, my jeans, chucks, and a tight-fitting green long sleeve thin
thermal shirt, a little make up, and a lot of anxiety sitting in my belly, I
made my way as fast as I could out into the living room to grab my school bag.
“Woah,” I heard. I turned to find my family
sitting at the breakfast table and Rodney on the verge of laughter. “Someone’s
“Leave her alone, Rod,” Dad ordered and look
at me, his eyes softening. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” No one believed me, not even me.
My voice shook.
“He’s in the driveway,” Mom said and smiled.
“He’s been there since four in the morning, just sitting in his truck.” She
lifted her eyebrows.
“I told you he’d come,” Dad told me and tilted
“He’s a little late,” I muttered and scuffed
“Hear him out,” Mom said. “In the meantime, I want
you to be careful. Don’t go anywhere without your phone. If he’s not going to
drive you to school, then I want Rodney to.”
“Do you not remember what happened here the
other night?” she said harder. “Good,” she spouted, not waiting for me to answer.
“Then I don’t want to have to worry about you. He may not know it, but the
Watsons are planning something. I know
it. They aren’t going to just give up because he said so.” That’s what I had
said, too. “We need to be extra careful. If you want to bring him in, I’ll
explain that to him.”
“No. It’s fine,” I said quickly.
“I thought so.” She smiled. I rubbed my neck,
my breath puffed from my lips painfully. “What are you doing, Ava?”
“Stalling,” I whispered and turned to look out
the window at his truck. Just seeing him out there made my ache even worse,
knowing he was in withdrawals, too.
“I know. But why?”
“Because I’m afraid he’ll disappoint me. I’m
afraid that he’s not what I think he is. Most of all, I’m afraid he’s exactly what I think he is.”
I felt her hands on the tops of my arms.
“You’ve waited for this your whole life, Ava. And now that it’s here, you can’t
run from it just because it’s not exactly what you expected. Life never is. If
you run from a challenge, then you’ll always be running. Look at Seth. From the
first day, he has faced this. He came here, to this house full of strangers who
he knew were going to probably hate him—and he did that for you. He’s out there
now for you. Don’t give up on him, Ava.”
I gasped a little, the breath getting caught
in my throat.
give up on me, Ava…
I waited a few beats to catch my breath.
I hoisted my bag up and left without another
word or look back. I heard Rodney call out over his cereal. “Is that really
what you’re wearing?”
“Bye, Rod!” I yelled with a laugh.
I barely made it two steps out my front door
when he was opening his door and stepping out of his big Dodge truck. He didn’t
look so good either. I mean…he looked amazing. If men were edible, he would be
breakfast. He was scruffy and I determined right then that I liked scruff. He
hadn’t shaved last night, obviously if he slept in his truck…for me…and his
jeans and fire station ‘22’ t-shirt looked a little unkempt, but he looked so
good that way. But he also looked as if a regular person, like Rodney, would
call him on it for looking a little rough.
His eyes went up and down me a couple times.
“Wow, you look…” Okay, maybe Rodney was right… “Really good. Even in the
mornings, when this withdrawal thing really sucks.”
Oh. He was just being nice.
“I’m not just being nice.”
“Will you stop?” I whispered. “It’s too early
for you to…be in my head.”
“I’m not,” he promised and smiled. “It’s all
over your face.” He smiled wider. “I brought breakfast. Somehow I knew you
I hadn’t noticed the coffee and bag in his
hands. We may as well go ahead and get this over with. It was going to be
awkward no matter what, right? He knew I was angry. I knew he was sorry, but
there was nothing he could say to make it better. He chose when I asked him to
choose me. So I may as well take the breakfast, take his touch, and then go to
school. We could hash this out later.
I reached forward, feeling the painful tug in
my back when I did it. I groaned a little and saw his face watch my every move
as I let my palm slide against his neck. The second his skin hit mine, it was
like a wave of calm settled over me, a shocking ease and fog that crawled
through my veins. I felt his sigh in my hair as his arms reached around me. The
bag crumpled in his grasp.
“I’m so sorry about last night. I know I hurt
you and I wish that there was a way that it could have been different. It seems
it’s destined to be hard for us.”
“Why does it have to be?” My arms were trapped
between us and I gripped his neck in my hand, but I surprisingly didn’t mind as
much. My anger was there, but it had tamed some. It was corralled now,
understandably. My pain made my anger and frustration worse. Now that it was
gone, I could focus on how I actually felt. Right this second? I just wanted to
be near him. I just wanted to stay like this. “Why can’t we just keep our
promises?” He leaned back and licked his
lip. “My mom…the woman who raised me…had a heart attack last night.”
My heart jumped painfully for him. “But…why
didn’t you just tell me that? I would have—”
“You would have tried to come,” he confirmed.
I realized he was right. There was no way I
could have laid there all night, knowing he was hurting like that and not gone
to comfort him. My significant body wouldn’t have let me. I let my eyes fall to
his neck, but his used his finger under my chin of the hand holding the coffee
to bring it back up.
“And I would have loved you for it.” I gasped
a little. “But I was with her at the hospital and you would have been waiting
for me sometimes. A lot probably. And…as much as it pains me to admit it,
I…don’t think you should be around my family alone. Not like that. Not yet. I’m
sorry. I know you thought I was just blowing you off, or picking them over you,
but.” He left it at that.
“I did think that,” I admitted and felt
guilty. Even Mom said I should have faith in him, have more faith in the
process that finding my significant is what I was meant to do. Why would I wait
an entire lifetime for him and then throw him away the second I find him? I
wouldn’t. “I’m sorry. You told me not to give up on you and I won’t. Let’s
just…” I pushed him back a little and laughed a little awkwardly, “take things
as they come, okay?”
He let a powerful breath go and smiled that
smile that knocked the breath from me. “That’s the best thing I think I’ve ever
heard you say.”
I laughed and squinted. “Um, okay.”
He shook his head, getting that I didn’t
understand. “That you’re not giving up on me.”
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