by Dela
I paused for words, but he began before I could say anything. “I am so sorry. I should have been honest with you. About everything.”
I slid my arms around his neck and beamed, radiating from the inside out.
“And now,” he said when I didn’t speak. “What do we do about your job here?”
I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips, thinking. And then a brilliant idea mixed into my mind. “It’s only six months, we have really good Internet, and it’s the perfect amount of time to plan a wedding . . . we stay.”
He raised the back of my hand to his lips and kissed softly. I braced myself for a plea to go back but all he said was, “I suppose it’s time we pick our first apartment together here in Ukraine.”
“I suppose it is.”
We didn’t go back to where we’d come from. We kept moving along the snow and moss, leaves and shrub, hand in hand—deep, deep, deep—into the lush tunnel to lose ourselves to wildest moments and lover’s dreams . . . and made our own wishes come true.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kendal
Jessie didn’t just walk into my life; I walked into hers. I was young and stupid, and hadn’t a clue that my life was changing before my eyes. Someone asked me at work once how I met my love. Know what I told them?
I chased a whim.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Jessie’s version, however, is much more complicated . . .
Do you like neck pillows?
Acknowledgments
If I were to write a normal acknowledgement page then Jessie would be very disappointed with me. So I’m going to stick to NON-normal and get on with it.
I drank quite a few red bulls to get this book complete. It’s exactly 11:04 p.m. and I’m still up, writing this—this mother-Fatboy acknowledgements page—but the crazy in me could stay up for hours more.
I’ve thanked my husband earlier in my dedication page when I called him my diamond chipper. What? He is. Okay honey, you can stop blushing now. Muah.
The formatting would not have been done if it were not for my talented friend, Rachel Del, whom also referred me to my lovely editor, Taryn Lawson. If it weren’t for Taryn, Jessie probably would have left Ukraine to go back with Kendal. Stupid, I know. Taryn’s initiation is complete: she passed!
Amber Stewart. Are there any Amber Stewart’s out there in the pool of billions of people? Well, I’m specifically talking to one, specifically a memory chip girl. You know, it’s funny. She actually encouraged me to drop THE 52ND and finish this one years ago before I’d even published THE 52ND. I didn’t take her advice, obviously—because I’m much smarter than her—but I do want to thank her for keeping interest in Kendal and Jessie and being one of the most badass beta readers ever. Fine, she’s smarter than me . . . maybe if I become bookclub President then I can be smart and beautiful like her, too.
Thank you to my fans who have thus far read the only two books I’ve written. Taking hours out of your lives to read my work stuns me every time. Thank you.
About the Author
Dela is the author of newly released SEAT 2A, a Contemporary Romance about two strangers having a second chance at fate. She’s also written THE 52ND saga, a paranormal romance for young adults centered on the bloody Aztec tradition of human sacrifice. The sequel, BEYOND THE NEON SHORE, will release Summer 2017.
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband, three kids, and one exceptionally fat Chihuahua. Official website is www.delaauthor.com for all business inquiries and latest book news. If you want to get chatty check out her blog, Call Me Dela.
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THE 52ND
Young Adult Fiction
Not one of the sacrifices chosen over the long history had survived--until now.
On the tip of the Yucatan peninsula, the immortal Castillo family gathers in Tulum. Weary and haunted, they receive the names of fifty-two human sacrifices chosen once every fifty-two years for the Underworld, a tradition thought to have disappeared with the fall of the Aztec and Mayan empires.
Driving home one night, college freshman Zara Moss swerves to avoid hitting a ghastly figure in the road. Lucas Castillo witnesses the car crash, but when it comes time to supervise her abduction from the wreckage, he intervenes. Something is different about Zara: Lucas has been having dreams of her arrival for five hundred years.
As Lucas and Zara come together to put an end to the bloody sacrifices, they discover that the ancient tradition isn't so easily broken. The gods are angry, and they have until the Winter Solstice to drag Zara to the Underworld.
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