Genre: YA Paranormal
Word Count: 88K
To save the hidden society she descends from, 17 year-old Dayenara must use her ability to channel energy in order to defeat the power-siphoning drainers bent on feeding off the general population, but it comes with the grave choice between her first love and the Mage who saved her life.
When Drainers massacre half of Dayenara's junior class, she takes refuge with the Sentinels, secret guardians of mankind who manipulate elemental energy. She's the hottest commodity to both sides of this ongoing war, able to find the Grimoire both Drainers and Sentinels desperately seek, the guide to controlling the energy of Air. But these powers come with the loss of her free will, forcing her to choose between protecting her first love and trusting the captivating mage she's fated to. Too bad one of them is about to hand her over to the enemy. To stay alive, she must find the confidence to stand on her own and risk everything for a love worth battling her own destiny, or she'll face the extinction of the Sentinels and the world they’re sworn to protect.
Guilt and exhilaration warred for control of my heartbeat. Sneaking out for a kegger was way outside Mom and Dad’s rules, but I took the chance and broke out of their comfort zone. I lied; I wasn’t curled up at Emma’s house watching movies. God, I hoped they didn’t find out, or I would say goodbye to swim team, and reunite with perpetual spelling bees.
Music pulsed, echoing off the tiled aquatic center walls as if it kept rhythm with the dancing lights under the surface of the pool. The legendary party was expressly forbidden by our school, but that didn’t stop the combined swim team from sneaking in the night we won Colorado’s State Championship to make a few new legends of our own. Besides, given the ease with which we broke in, something told me the school turned a blind eye. A few dozen of my teammates and their dates flooded the pool in a mix of water volleyball and badly-disguised make-out sessions. Two girls next to me drove me insane with their senseless, insipid conversation. Who invited these cheerleaders, anyway? Their high-pitched boy drama consumed nearly the entire party, and now they wanted my take on what I considered to be their total lack of self-respect.
“I don’t care how hot he is, no guy is worth throwing yourself off a cliff,” I answered. Apparently my thought-to-mouth filter wasn’t working.