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I didn’t know I was a shifter until the hunters came to my school…
When eighteen-year-old Beth receives a mysterious text from her deadbeat father not to go to school, why should she listen to him now? But when strangers show up in one of her classes hunting her and wanting her dead, she must uncover the truth about why and what exactly she is.
Amar has been entombed in stone for centuries. He longs for freedom and only the blood of a shifter will set him free. After centuries frozen as a gargoyle, he doubts there are many of his kind left. Yet, Beth rescues him and more than his responsibility to protect her fills him.
Before the race of hunters capture her, Beth and Amar must find her shifter dad in order to save all their lives.
Shadow Bloodlines has primarily been in Amazon's Top 100 YA Fantasy since release April 30, 2016. So far I've sold 81 copies in less than two months and have 50,000 in KPU read pages.
Current rank now:
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #33,241 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store) #85 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Children's eBooks > Science Fiction, Fantasy & Scary Stories > Fantasy & Magic > Paranormal & Urban
Don’t go to school today! – Dad.
I re-read the text message and double-checked the unlisted number. Was this a practical joke? Dad hadn’t contacted Mom since before I was born, let alone me. I didn’t exist as far as he was concerned.
Why would he suddenly send me a message anyway, and at five after eight in the morning? Did he do a Google search on me or something? Whoever it was must not have read the school rules about no cell phone use, period, until lunchtime or after school. Made that mistake too many times before, so the text was too late now…four hours and twenty-four minutes too late.
I thrust the phone in my pocket and dragged myself back to my seat in the school cafeteria. The smell of greasy fries, burgers, and spicy nachos with fake cheese choked the lunchtime air. Shrilling, the bell rang, and metal chairs scraped across the linoleum floor as everyone scrambled to finish their lunch. A guy across from me shoveled a whole candy bar into his mouth, then high-fived his friend. I’d lost my appetite since finding Dad’s text, as evidenced by my burger sitting half-eaten on the table.
Wrong number perhaps?
“You ‘k, Beth?” Melody pushed away from our table.
“Yeah.” I nodded, refusing to bring up my Father issues with my swim team partner. If I ignored the message, I could pretend it never happened.
“Thanks for covering my babysitting shift yesterday,” she said.
“No problem. The twins are cute.”
She picked up her tray and a crease marred the space between her brows. “If you say so. I had to clean toothpaste off the ceiling and mirror last weekend. Those kids are monsters.”
I forced a smile and wadded up my napkin. “They’re not too bad.” Not as bad as receiving a message from an estranged father.
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Translated by Marga Tiomkin
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Author review: Paolo is professional and takes the time to get the translation perfect. Wonderful experience and great translator. |
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Author review: Quick turn around and Vanda is compassionate about the work she does. |
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Translated by Marina Boninni
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