Publication date: January 8th 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
An orphan by the age of sixteen, Sophia Morganthal now lives with her best friend and struggles in a world with no relatives. Midway through her Senior year, Sophia finds herself flying across the country to live with a family she never knew existed. She ends up with more questions than answers when she discovers that not only does she come from a long line of witches but that she must be initiated within the year to prevent a battle for coven leadership.
Feeling more alone than ever, Sophia finds her solace in books. The journals of past initiates provide her with more than she ever wanted to know and make her question the path she’s on. Amidst all of the upheaval in her life, Sophia also finds one source of happiness – Connor. The last thing she needs is more complications, but Connor is the only person who makes her feel wanted for herself and not for what she stands for.
As Sophia learns more about herself, and what being initiated into Blackthorne coven really means, she must answer the ultimate question – would she give up everything for her family?
On a Friday two weeks into second semester, Connor dropped heavily into the chair next to me. His gray shirt matched his eyes perfectly. It was perhaps a size too small, so it pulled at his broad shoulders and was snug across his very well-defined chest. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes above his neckline. I felt like such a guy.
“So, any plans for this weekend?”
I jerked my eyes up to meet his and frowned. “No, Connor, as usual I’m not doing anything this weekend.” He asked me the same question every week since the first and I always gave the same answer.
“Morganthal, what is it going to take to get you out of that house? Be social. Live a little. You’re seventeen years old.”
“I know how old I am, Connor.” I huffed.
“You don’t act like it,” he said. Then sighing loudly, he ran his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry; it’s not really my business. It’s just— I’d like to see you outside of school and maybe for more than forty-five minutes.”
“It’s fine,” I replied, dropping my pencil onto the table and pushing back in my chair. “Hopefully things will change soon. I’d like to see you outside of school too.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Alright, I’ll stop being a jerk.”
“Is that even possible?” I asked, trying to hold back my grin.
He tried to appear offended for all of a minute before laughing at himself. I loved his laugh. It was husky and low, which kickstarted the butterflies in my stomach and no matter how I was feeling always made me want to join in.
“You really have no idea,” he smirked. “I keep my extra special jerkiness just for when you’re around.”
“Oh, that’s an incentive to hang out with you. You really should’ve kept that to yourself.”
He tossed his head back and laughed before turning straight-faced. “I’d be on my best behavior,” he paused, “at least for the first five minutes or so.” Then he grinned, flashing his adorable dimples at me and making my knees weak.
Kat Nichols was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. The youngest of four children, she’d been known to play for hours with only a cardboard box for entertainment. Her imaginary friends had friends… and family… and even little cities to play in. As she grew older, she began to put some of these stories down on paper, rather than keeping them in her head.
Writing a novel had always been a dream for her, perhaps an item on her bucket list, but it wasn’t until she joined a writing group with other aspiring writers that she finally got to work.When not writing, Kat is reading or driving her son to and from practices and wishing she was reading.It depends on the day.
Kat still lives in the suburbs of Chicago with her wonderful husband, their hilarious son and their sometimes adorable and sometimes annoying cat.
To learn more about the author, please go to www.katnichols.com.