Sorry to people who have me on author alert and have been getting all these emails about the same story. I keep making mistakes.
Disclaimer: I am not the edgy lady named Melissa Marr.
Summary: Donia O'Brien lives in upstate New York in 1946. At eighteen years old, she is on the brink of adulthood. Her parents have found her a reputable suitor and she is beginning her job as the town's schoolteacher. This all changes, however, the day she meets the beautiful and mysterious Keenan, a newcomer from the city, whose older brothers recently bought the farmland down the road.
The Summer King knelt before her. "Is this what you freely choose, to risk winter's chill?"
She watched him—the boy she'd fallen in love with these past weeks. She'd never dreamed he was something other than human, but now his skin glowed as if flames flickered just under the surface, so strange and beautiful she couldn't look away. "It's what I want."
"You understand that if you are not the one, you'll carry the Winter Queen's chill until the next mortal risks this? And you'll warn her not to trust me?" He paused, glancing at her with pain in his eyes.
"If she refuses me, you will tell the next girl and the next"—he moved closer—"and not until one accepts will you be free of the cold."
"I do understand." She smiled as reassuringly as she could, and then she walked over to the hawthorn bush. The leaves brushed against her arms as she bent down and reached under it.
Her finger wrapped around the Winter Queen's staff. It was a plain thing, worn as if countless hands had clenched the wood. It was those hands, those other girls who'd stood where she now did, she didn't want to think about.
She stood, hopeful and afraid.
Behind her, he moved closer. The rustling of trees grew almost deafening. The brightness from his skin, his hair, intensified. Her shadow fell on the ground in front of her.
He whispered, "Please, let her be the one…"
She held the Winter Queen's staff—and hoped. For a moment she even believed, but then ice pierced her, filled her like shards of glass in her veins.
She screamed his name: Keenan!"
She stumbled toward him, but he walked away, no longer glowing, no longer looking at her.
Then she was alone—with only a wolf for companionship—waiting to tell the next girl what a folly it was to love him, to trust him.
OK in case you didn't notice, none of the writing is mine. It's the prologue from Wicked Lovely. If you've been on MM's site, you understand why I put it up as a first chapter/prologue. If not, go check it out. By the way, are you all excited for Fragile Eternity? I'm tearing up just thinking about the summary I read. Anyway, if you would be so kind as to drop me a review enclosing your personal input and reactions, even though nothing really happened, please do so. It's much appreciated. Oh, and to let you know, I do not update often. I'm a busy girl, updates literally take me over 6 hours, and my other story isn't done quite yet, but it's getting there. But I do try hard to update whenever possible. Thanks for your understanding.