by Peggy Martinez
(A Sage Hannigan Novel, #1)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: October 6th 2015
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
Eighteen-year-old Sage Hannigan wants to get back to her own time, preferably one that hasn’t been destroyed by an underworld plot brewing in Edwardian-era South Carolina. How hard can it be?
All she has to do is:
1. Learn to use newly acquired warping skills to bend time to her will.
2. Take out a few rogue vampires.
3. Join an ancient secret society.
4. Figure out who is putting the time stream in jeopardy.
5. Find and maim whoever invented the corset.
Sage never asked to be chosen by the Druid Priestess, Amerach, to become a Warper, and she never asked to have the future hanging on her shoulders or to warp a hundred years into the past. She certainly never asked to meet Dr. Aldwin Blake, who would make her question her desire to get back to her own time. But if she fails her mission, people will die, history will change, and the present she wishes to return to will be no more.
Today I woke up a hundred years younger. That’s a hard thing to accomplish since I’m only eighteen years old. I’d like to think that if I fudge up and accidently come across one of my ancestors I won’t somehow screw up the time stream and… then what? Would I ever be born? Would I wake up one day in this century and just cease to exist? Sheesh… that would probably top my worst-days-ever list.
I should probably back up and begin my story from yesterday… or would it still be considered yesterday when my yesterday takes place a hundred years from now?
See? So confusing!
So let me start over from the beginning, from the day I woke up a normal teenager and went to bed a… time warper.Excerpt #2:
Phoebe helped me dress again, and even though I had to put the accursed corset back on, I couldn’t help but smile at my reflection as I left for dinner. I thanked Phoebe and fiddled nervously with a strand of my hair as I headed out the door. I was just going around the corner when Dr. Blake’s door swung open and he stepped out. Dear Lord, he looked yummy in his black evening clothes. He stopped mid-stride when he caught sight of me, and quite comically, his jaw dropped. He recovered quickly, and his gaze raked over me, assessing me and leaving my skin feeling uncomfortably warm all over.
My dress was made from a lovely, dark green satin; it had little capped sleeves and left most of my shoulders bare. The bodice was trimmed with tiny, black seed pearls. The entire dress was bustled in the back, and the fabric cascaded down to my feet. When he still hadn’t said anything, only stared at me, I began to fidget and lose confidence.
“Is it horrible? Phoebe said it was perfectly acceptable for an evening meal, but I don’t know the appropriate attire for dinner here.” I self-consciously touched the back of my hair, which had been neatly arranged in a lovely loose knot on top of my head. A green satin and black-lace rose was pinned to the side. “Phoebe said the green dress brought out the auburn of my hair.” I bit my lip.
“You look lovely,” Dr. Blake said softly.
I released the nervous breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding as he turned to leave. Catching up to him quickly, I touched his arm to get his attention. He stopped so abruptly that I plowed into his back. It was like running into a small tree—a small, firmly muscled tree—and I rebounded off him at least a foot.
Dr. Blake turned lightning fast and grabbed my arms to steady me before I ended up ass-over-teakettle. As soon as I was steady, he jerked his hands off me as if I’d burned him. I didn’t blame him, but it still hurt.
“Was there something you wanted, Miss Hannigan?”
Yes… for you to call me Sage.
I shook my head to clear it. “No… I mean, yes!”
“Well, which is it?” he asked impatiently.
I swallowed hard and met his cold gaze without flinching. Heat rushed to my face, and I frowned slightly. There was something about him, other than his magnetic pull and handsome arrogance that made me all giddy. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
“I want to apologize for earlier today.” He started to cut me off, but I raised my hand and pinned him with the haughtiest stare I could muster. “What I meant to say was, I didn’t mean to be so rude and pry into your personal business like that. I don’t know what came over me. One moment I was opening my mouth to thank you, and the next moment, I was insulting you. It was inexcusable.”
By the end of my little speech, I was looking at the ground and fiddling with my stone pendant. A large hand closed over mine, and I immediately stopped fiddling—hell, I think I stopped breathing. I looked up into his eyes and found they weren’t quite as cold as usual.
“You’re welcome,” he said gently.
He let go of my hand and stepped away, much to my addled brain’s disappointment. “If you’ll walk with me, I’d be glad to show you to the dining room.”
A huge grin split my face, and Dr. Blake looked slightly stunned for a second. I took the arm he offered and followed him to dinner.Excerpt #3:
The full moon shone down on a scene straight out of someone’s nightmares, maybe even my own. Like a cruel lover, the vampire had the man in a sadistic embrace, holding him tightly against the house’s brick wall, her fangs dug into his neck. The blood pouring out of his wound contrasted starkly with the bright white of his shirt. The vampire made guttural sounds of pleasure deep in her throat as she took his blood and his life. The animalistic sounds snapped me out of my shock, and I cried out in fury as I lunged for her.
Lesson number one: A vampire in the middle of dinner probably won’t appreciate being interrupted.
My anguished cry gave me away as I lunged and thrust my dirk toward her chest. My heart nearly stopped when I was swatted away like nothing more than a pesky fly. I scrambled off the ground, only to be backhanded back down again. I shook off the feeling of déjà vu and tried to tap into my newly acquired inner power; surely, all those combat classes hadn’t been for nothing.
I sure as hell wasn’t going down without a fight, and if I could, I’d make the parasitic bloodsucker pay for what she’d done. I felt a calm settle over me more intensely than I’d ever felt before as I slowly adjusted my grip on the sgian-dubh. My whole body felt alive as an intense vibration hummed through my veins. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and called on my powers just enough to be standing directly in front of the vampire before she could blink.
The look on her face was priceless—her pupils completely dilated, and the red ring around her irises almost swallowed the color of her eyes whole.
Taking advantage of her bewilderment, I head-butted her directly on the bridge of her nose and felt a glow of satisfaction when I heard a crunching sound. By the look on the vampire’s face and the blood pouring from her nose, I gathered she wasn’t in her happy place. She kicked me in the stomach with such force it was nothing short of a miracle that I still had my spine intact as I went flying across the lawn.
“Who are you?” the vampire demanded. “What are you?” she amended in a hiss, her eyes narrowed dangerously at me as I slowly got to my feet and plastered a sneer on my face.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, leech,” I spat.AUTHOR BIO:
When not writing, Peggy can be found homeschooling her teen son and four daughters. You may also find her packaging hundreds of boxes for her monthly box subscription business she founded just for readers! (Lit-Cube) She could also be spotted reading, making soap, dabbling in aromatherapy, watching gangster movies, prepping for the zombie apocalypse, or downing insane amounts of Twizzlers and Kazoozles. Oh yeah... and day dreaming about owning a small homestead or taking a dream vacation to Greece, Scotland, & Ireland. She could totally be doing that.
Author Website: http://www.peggy-martinez.com
Business Website: http://www.lit-cube.com
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