"Su boca se abrió ligeramente, esperando que Seth respiré por si mismo, igual que en la historia. Ella quería que despierte sus sentidos"
Sus mundos chocaron en el alto desierto de California.
Lo último que Natara "Natti" Stone quiere hacer es empezar de nuevo en Setemple High School. Ojalá nunca hubiera dejado Londres. Sin embargo el brutal asesinato de su abuela materna le ha hecho la vida muy complicada. La única pista relacionada con su asesinato es un antiguo collar cifrado que Natti descubrió después de la muerte de su abuela. Y si tratar de adaptarse a la vida americana no es suficiente, Nattie está siendo acosada por un misterios y encantador alumno de tercer año, Seth O'Keefe, quién es molestamente persistente en sus intentos de seducción.
Seth O'Keefe es secretamente un mienbro de The Son of Set, una orden que adora al Dios Egipcio del Caos. Seth está bendecido por Set, su "encanto" nunca falla, excepto con una persona: Nattie Stone. Su habilidad para eludirlo, lo encapricha y enfurece, y hace que se obsesione con la persecución. Pero cuando más acerca a ella, sus sentimientos toman un giro peligroso y se arriesga a romper la claúsula más importente de su orden. El castido es un destino peor que la muerte.
La aventura en la que están envueltos de esta pareja improbable puede cosatarles sus vidas y su almas.
Sus mundos chocaron en el alto desierto de California.
Lo último que Natara "Natti" Stone quiere hacer es empezar de nuevo en Setemple High School. Ojalá nunca hubiera dejado Londres. Sin embargo el brutal asesinato de su abuela materna le ha hecho la vida muy complicada. La única pista relacionada con su asesinato es un antiguo collar cifrado que Natti descubrió después de la muerte de su abuela. Y si tratar de adaptarse a la vida americana no es suficiente, Nattie está siendo acosada por un misterios y encantador alumno de tercer año, Seth O'Keefe, quién es molestamente persistente en sus intentos de seducción.
Seth O'Keefe es secretamente un mienbro de The Son of Set, una orden que adora al Dios Egipcio del Caos. Seth está bendecido por Set, su "encanto" nunca falla, excepto con una persona: Nattie Stone. Su habilidad para eludirlo, lo encapricha y enfurece, y hace que se obsesione con la persecución. Pero cuando más acerca a ella, sus sentimientos toman un giro peligroso y se arriesga a romper la claúsula más importente de su orden. El castido es un destino peor que la muerte.
La aventura en la que están envueltos de esta pareja improbable puede cosatarles sus vidas y su almas.
Release Date: 10/26/13
Cover Designed by: Steven Novak
Cover Designed by: Steven Novak
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There was a crash and a loud gasping moan. She turned to the door next to her and stepped into the room. Her eyes widened as two entangled bodies jumped in the dark; the light shining from the hall streamed over the couple. She recognized the tall, copper haired upperclassman from the parking lot; the boy who had sent her the enchanting smile. Now he was completely shirtless, his fly clearly unzipped, and a brunette held tight in his arms. The girl glared at Natti. She struggled a little against the boy’s grasp, trying to cover herself with her bra.
Natti blinked in complete shock. “Okay.” She finally glanced at the empty room. “This is obviously not American Literature.”
“No duh!” the brunette snapped.
The young man smiled and turned to the girl in his arms. The brunette’s cold demeanor melted away once her eyes met his. He stroked her cheek, sending visible shivers through her body. Natti rolled her eyes, ready to gag.
“Now, now, Charlotte.” The honey-sweet voice made Natti freeze when she was just turning to leave. It gave her a dizzy feeling; a fog creeping at the back of her mind. “We shouldn’t be rude to our guest.” The boy’s eyes traveled Natti’s curves again. His grin widened. “Perhaps she’d like to join us. Maybe we can all get to know each other a little better.”
He motioned Natti to come inside. She unconsciously took a step forward; a strange force compelled her to join them. Her hands were reaching to pull her shirt off. It was as if she was no longer in control.
What the hell . . . ? Natti shook her head, finding the strength to resist through a familiar heavy sensation that rested against her chest. It was one she often got when someone lied to her. She was born with it. A gift, her grandmother called it, which could tell her when something wasn’t right. And as much as her body suddenly wanted to be next to the boy, feeling the skin of his lean, muscular chest, her gift was telling her something was off. His intentions were not pure.
She lowered her hands to her side, taking a step back into the hall. “Sorry.” She shook her head. “I don’t do threesomes.”
Natti blinked in complete shock. “Okay.” She finally glanced at the empty room. “This is obviously not American Literature.”
“No duh!” the brunette snapped.
The young man smiled and turned to the girl in his arms. The brunette’s cold demeanor melted away once her eyes met his. He stroked her cheek, sending visible shivers through her body. Natti rolled her eyes, ready to gag.
“Now, now, Charlotte.” The honey-sweet voice made Natti freeze when she was just turning to leave. It gave her a dizzy feeling; a fog creeping at the back of her mind. “We shouldn’t be rude to our guest.” The boy’s eyes traveled Natti’s curves again. His grin widened. “Perhaps she’d like to join us. Maybe we can all get to know each other a little better.”
He motioned Natti to come inside. She unconsciously took a step forward; a strange force compelled her to join them. Her hands were reaching to pull her shirt off. It was as if she was no longer in control.
What the hell . . . ? Natti shook her head, finding the strength to resist through a familiar heavy sensation that rested against her chest. It was one she often got when someone lied to her. She was born with it. A gift, her grandmother called it, which could tell her when something wasn’t right. And as much as her body suddenly wanted to be next to the boy, feeling the skin of his lean, muscular chest, her gift was telling her something was off. His intentions were not pure.
She lowered her hands to her side, taking a step back into the hall. “Sorry.” She shook her head. “I don’t do threesomes.”
About the Author:
During her high school years, Kelsey Ketch could always be found tucked away in a little corner of the hall or classroom, writing her fantasy worlds and creating illustrations and maps. Today is no different, except now she’s writing in the break room at her office building or at the tables of the Barnes and Noble Café in Cary, North Carolina. She is also an avid reader, a part-time book blogger at Ketch’s Book Nook, and lives with her two orange tabbies and awesome and humorous flat-mate.Daughter of Isis is her debut novel.For more information, please visit her site at kelseyketch.com.
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