Title: THE THINGS THAT ARE
Genre: YA Paranormal
Word Count: 110,000
Sixteen-year-old Brooks Hartwel has stopped trying to save the murder victims she sees in her prophetic dreams. Clashes with police, a strained relationship with her mom, and a lifetime supply of psych meds hardly seems worth her failed attempts. Besides, screwing up her life for strangers is a bit too heroic, even for her.
Then unexpectedly her dreams become personal―she is the next murder victim. Unable to ignore her impending death, she races to reveal the killer before he finds her. Instead she discovers her prophetic dreams are linked to the boy she loves and that he is part of an ancient society of demigods responsible for her father’s death.
The Society of The Devine was created to rule man in secrecy, but a rogue group of demigods has formed and are wickedly determined to see Brooks dead. Or so she thinks. Unknown to Brooks, three demigod warriors are sent to protect her, but they not only guard her life, they guard her from the truth. Her father is not dead and all is not as it seems. As Brooks plunges into the mysterious world of the Devine, she learns that not only is her father a leading oracle of the Devine, she is an oracle too. The rogue demigods are not trying to kill her, they want to bind their power with hers in an effort to get to her father.
With years of lies and betrayal, Brooks must unravel the truth and choose her own fate, even if it means losing the boy she loves and in the end her life.
If the brakes hadn’t locked up, I would have hit them. The V-dub skidded, whined, and then skidded some more before it slid to a stop under the Penswood Winery sign. The back bumper barely tapped the signpost, but it was enough to kill the engine. Dammit. I took a few breaths to calm my nerves then tried starting her back up. No chance. She was more sensitive than I was on day three of my period.
I climbed out of the rusty, banged up, lemon jellybean and kicked the tire. The car stunk horribly like paint thinner and I questioned whether gas was the only thing Sam used as fuel. Sam! She was going to kill me. She had just dumped two hundred dollars for new tires. First, I was going to kill the two idiots who hadn’t learned the basic rule of checking both ways before crossing the street.
With my finger ready for pointing, I spun around to start my rant. No one was there. I scanned up and down the dimly lit road. The only thing moving were the pepper trees swaying in the late night summer breeze. What if I hit one of them? I glanced around hoping the two guys would appear. Nothing. I had to check. I slowly lowered onto my knees next to the driver’s door and leaned forward on my hands. Little pebbles pressed at my palms and the heat from the engine stung my eyes. I took a deep breath, counted to three and checked under the car.