Genre: Supernatural YA/NA
Word Count: 80,000
Eighteen-year-old Penelope Green was your average high school senior. She had a great family, a stellar best friend and oh yeah…she was also a descendant of an ancient race charged with the protection of the whole of mankind.
Not that she was aware of her heritage. A car accident when she was three robbed Penelope of both her memories and her parents. Adopted by the Emergency Room doctor on call that night, Penelope never thought to question her missing past. It wasn’t until a new family moves into their tight-knit Martha’s Vineyard community that Penelope began to see things aren’t exactly as they appear.
With the help of Kane, a man whose appeal both excites and frightens her, Penelope learns the history of a people she never knew existed. The Guardians were the first creation of The Divine. Seven men and women with unique abilities to heal and protect the planet they enjoyed a peaceful existence. Until the creation of Man. Jealous of the attention and privilege The Divine was giving this new race, three of the Originals turned on both Man and their fellow Guardians. Now Kane and his family were on the front lines of a war she never knew was taking place.
Learning she is a Guardian with a special talent for manipulating energy to heal isn’t the hardest pill to swallow for Penelope. It’s the dreams—both frightening and heart-wrenching—that nearly bring her to her knees. When her past comes barreling into her present, Penelope must learn to embrace her power or lose everything that has come to mean so much to her.
There’s truly nothing like over sleeping to set the day off on the right foot. Not like I shouldn’t have been expecting it. Even my alarm clock has come to the conclusion that nothing eventful will ever happen, so why get up in time to resemble a member of the human race?
I rolled out of bed and prayed Sidney had left me some hot water. On second thought, I’d just count myself luck if she were out of the bathroom. Blurry-eyed I walked down the hall to the bathroom and knocked.
“Sid, are you almost done in there?”
The baby sister in question swung open the door with a bright smile on her fifteen-year-old face. It should be illegal to be that chipper this early.
“All yours Sleeping Beauty.”
“Thanks.” I grumbled and strode past her into the bathroom. Some days, I wish I could strangle the energy out of her.
“And yes, there is some hot water left.” She called over he shoulder before disappearing into her room next to mine. If I hadn’t been so tired and off balance by all the sunshine in her smile I would have caught the emphasis on Sidney’s “some”.
The dissimilarities don’t stop at her early bird mentality and my obvious lack thereof. Sidney had that destined for high school greatness quality that would have the school eating out of the palm of her hand in no time. I’ve always been just under the radar and happy to be there.