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by Lindsey Duga
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: August 3rd 2020
Entangled Teen
Summary:
Colt Clemmons is an agent in a specialized division within the Bureau of Investigation—one that hunts down not just mobsters, but also monsters.
For reasons that are kept top secret, Colt is the only person who can resist a siren's voice. But he's never had a chance to test this ability. The last siren left in the world mysteriously disappeared years ago.
Then one night, with a single word, she reveals herself. It seems too good to be true.
And it is. Because nothing about this siren—her past, her powers, or her purpose—is what it seems...
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Excerpt –
“And so it wakes,” I said, my voice
low.
low.
Immediately
her head jerked to the side, eyes widening. I saw myself reflected in them, so
wide with horror and fear.
her head jerked to the side, eyes widening. I saw myself reflected in them, so
wide with horror and fear.
Her neck
craned, her eyes bulged, her body twisted, and she parted her lips. “Let me go.”
craned, her eyes bulged, her body twisted, and she parted her lips. “Let me go.”
The magic in those words was
incredible. I was halfway to the bed, reaching for her restraints when my
instinct roared to life, halting my steps. I took just a moment to revel in my
strength, to feel a rare sense of pride in what I was, when I so often resorted
to self-loathing every damn day.
incredible. I was halfway to the bed, reaching for her restraints when my
instinct roared to life, halting my steps. I took just a moment to revel in my
strength, to feel a rare sense of pride in what I was, when I so often resorted
to self-loathing every damn day.
Rubbing my
temples to get rid of the magical effects of her words, I growled, “That’s not
going to work.”
temples to get rid of the magical effects of her words, I growled, “That’s not
going to work.”
She said
nothing, her eyes narrowing in confusion and disbelief. Surely no one had ever
been able to resist her before. Perhaps she was wondering what I was.
nothing, her eyes narrowing in confusion and disbelief. Surely no one had ever
been able to resist her before. Perhaps she was wondering what I was.
Your worst nightmare, siren.
She tried a
different command. “Untie me.”
different command. “Untie me.”
My fingers
twitched with want to obey her. To obey the magic flowing through the air and
into me, but I clenched my fists and shook my head. “You can keep trying,
siren, but you won’t control me.”
twitched with want to obey her. To obey the magic flowing through the air and
into me, but I clenched my fists and shook my head. “You can keep trying,
siren, but you won’t control me.”
Her brow
furrowed. Slowly she sat up in bed, her warm autumn hair falling around her
shoulders. Her fear was tangible, thick in the room like a fog, but curiosity
was there too.
furrowed. Slowly she sat up in bed, her warm autumn hair falling around her
shoulders. Her fear was tangible, thick in the room like a fog, but curiosity
was there too.
“If you
have a question, you can ask,” I told her, not liking her fear, like I was the bad guy here, not the girl
who’d caused a man twice her size to scream bloody murder. “Your voice doesn’t
work on me, siren.”
have a question, you can ask,” I told her, not liking her fear, like I was the bad guy here, not the girl
who’d caused a man twice her size to scream bloody murder. “Your voice doesn’t
work on me, siren.”
Her fingers
twitched in her restraints, and she slowly moved her legs to hang over the bed,
her toes brushing the carpet. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
twitched in her restraints, and she slowly moved her legs to hang over the bed,
her toes brushing the carpet. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
The magic
within it aside, her voice was nice, lilting, and not so abnormal. If I had to
place it, she sounded a bit like a chorus girl. Melodic, but not too airy—strong
and clear.
within it aside, her voice was nice, lilting, and not so abnormal. If I had to
place it, she sounded a bit like a chorus girl. Melodic, but not too airy—strong
and clear.
“Because
that’s what you are,” I answered evenly. Did she not know? Or was she just
trying to fool me? No…she couldn’t be that good of an actress. The fear and
confusion in her eyes were real. So maybe she understood what she was able to do, but not why she was able to do it.
that’s what you are,” I answered evenly. Did she not know? Or was she just
trying to fool me? No…she couldn’t be that good of an actress. The fear and
confusion in her eyes were real. So maybe she understood what she was able to do, but not why she was able to do it.
Shit. This was going to be hard to
explain.
explain.
Why do you need to tell her anything? a
little voice in my head said. She’s a
monster.
little voice in my head said. She’s a
monster.
“I don’t
know what that is,” she said finally.
know what that is,” she said finally.
I scanned
her form, trying to determine what she was thinking. Her hands were shaking and
her skin was pale. If she were completely innocent, she might be demanding why
she was taken like this, but she seemed to know why. She definitely knew her own
power.
her form, trying to determine what she was thinking. Her hands were shaking and
her skin was pale. If she were completely innocent, she might be demanding why
she was taken like this, but she seemed to know why. She definitely knew her own
power.
“A siren is
a creature with powers that allow them to exert their will over others using
just their voice. In old texts, they were monsters that lured sailors to their
death.”
a creature with powers that allow them to exert their will over others using
just their voice. In old texts, they were monsters that lured sailors to their
death.”
She sucked
in a small breath as her hands twisted against her restraints. The rope bristling
against her skin was loud in the quiet room, while the sounds from the waking
city were deadened by the window glass.
in a small breath as her hands twisted against her restraints. The rope bristling
against her skin was loud in the quiet room, while the sounds from the waking
city were deadened by the window glass.
“You’re
saying I’m a…”
saying I’m a…”
“Monster,
yes.” The faster she accepted this as truth, the easier it would be.
yes.” The faster she accepted this as truth, the easier it would be.
Her brow
furrowed in anger, fingers curling into fists. “I am not a monster.”
furrowed in anger, fingers curling into fists. “I am not a monster.”
About the Author
Lindsey Duga developed a deep love for courageous heroes, dastardly villains, and enchanting worlds from the cartoon shows, books, and graphic novels she read as a kid. Drawing inspiration from these fantastical works of fiction, she wrote her first novel in college while she was getting her bachelor’s in Mass Communication from Louisiana State University. By day, Lindsey is an account manager at a digital marketing agency based in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. By night, and the wee hours of the morning, she writes both middle grade and young adult. She has a weakness for magic, anything classical, all kinds of mythology, and falls in love with tragic heroes. Other than writing and cuddling with her morkie puppy, Delphi, Lindsey loves catching up on the latest superhero TV show, practicing yoga, and listening (and belting) to her favorite music artists and show tunes. KISS OF THE ROYAL is her YA debut novel.
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