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Author: Amy Patrick
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Page Count: 319
Release Date: 23 March 2014
Sixteen-year-old Ryann Carroll has just run into the guy who saved her life ten years ago. You might think she’d be happy to see him again. Not exactly. She’s a bit under-dressed (as in skinny-dipping) and he’s not supposed to exist.
After her father’s affair, all Ryann wants is to escape the family implosion fallout and find a little peace. She also wouldn’t mind a first date that didn’t suck, but she’s determined not to end up like her mom: vulnerable, betrayed, destroyed. Ryann’s recently moved back to her childhood home in rural Mississippi, the same place where ten years earlier she became lost in the woods overnight and nearly died.
She’s still irresistibly drawn to those woods. There she encounters the boy who kept her from freezing to death that long ago winter night and was nowhere to be seen when rescuers arrived. He’s still mysterious, but now all grown-up and gorgeous, too. And the more she’s with him, the greater the threat he poses to Ryann’s strict policy– never want someone more than he wants you.
Seventeen-year-old Lad knows the law of his people all too well: Don’t get careless and Don’t get caught. It’s allowed his race to live undetected in this world for thousands of years, mentioned only in flawed and fading folklore…
Lad’s never been able to forget about Ryann since that night ten years ago. When he sees her again, his fascination re-ignites and becomes a growing desire that tempts him to break all the rules. He’s not even supposed to talk to a human, much less fall in love with one.
And the timing is atrocious. The Assemblage is coming, the rift between the Light and Dark is widening, and mysterious celebrity fan pods are becoming more and more widespread and influential. Lad may have to trade his own chance at happiness to keep the humans, especially Ryann, blissfully unaware and safe.
Amy is a two-time Golden Heart finalist (2013 and 2014). She lives in Rhode Island with her husband and two sons and actually craves the heat and humidity of Mississippi, where she grew up. She’s been a professional singer and news anchor and currently narrates audio books as well as working as a station host for a Boston TV station.
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“Listen, will you be okay to stay here for a minute? It’s a secure spot. Hold on here.” He took one of my hands and placed it on a y-shaped offshoot near my shoulder. “And here.” He placed the other hand on a branch about the diameter of my forearm, and I gripped it greedily. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
“Where are you going?” I demanded, my panic level rising again.
“Don’t worry. You’re coming with me in a moment.”
That had me more worried, actually, because I realized he was about to jump to the ground.
“Oh no,” I started to protest, but it was too late. He’d stepped off the branch and dropped, in the way a normal person might have done on the side of a swimming pool, with water waiting inches below. Nothing waited for Lad but a twenty-foot plunge to the ground.
He slipped below the branch and landed lightly on the earth as if he’d hopscotched to the spot instead of falling out of a tree. He looked up at me and smiled.
My breath left me in a whoosh. It might have been the surprise of seeing him jump and execute the landing. Or maybe it was the sheer beauty of his smile that left me breathless once again.
“I guess you’ve been doing that since you were a toddler, too?” I yelled down.
“Of course not. That would be suicide. I was at least seven before I made a jump from such a height.” Lad held his arms up to me. “Okay, now you.”
“Now me, what?”
“Drop, and I’ll catch you,” he said as if it was obvious.
It might have been—to him. To me, it was out of the question. “No. No thanks. I can’t do that. When I was seven, I was still riding with training wheels. I’ll stay here.” I looked around for something, a staircase or an elevator to appear, I guess.
“Really, Ryann. It’s going to be all right. I will catch you. There’s no chance you’ll get hurt.”
“If I jump down, there’s every chance I’ll die.”
He laughed again out loud. “You won’t die. I promise. I rescue terrified girls from trees all the time. It’s much easier than saving them from coyotes, and look how well that turned out.”
Knowing I had no choice, I girded myself for my first and what I vowed would be my last leap from a tree. Nudging my way to the edge of the limb, I offered up a silent prayer and stepped off the bough. My body hurtled through the air. My eyelids squeezed tight, tensing for impact. It never came.
Hidden Deep is available as an eBook on Amazon.co.uk