Title: Touching Fate
Series: The Fated Series
Author: Brenda Drake
Genre: Young Adult, YA
Fantasy, Teen, YA Paranormal, YA Romance
Length: 194 pages
ISBN: 978-1-63375-404-1
Release Date: October 12, 2015
Imprint: Crave
One touch is all it takes…
Aster Layne believes in physics, not psychics. A tarot card reading on the Ocean City Boardwalk should have been a ridiculous, just-for-fun thing. It wasn’t. Aster discovers she has a very unscientific gift—with a simple touch of the cards, she can change a person’s fate.
Reese Van Buren is cursed. Like the kind of old-school, centuries-old curse that runs in royal families. Every firstborn son is doomed to die on his eighteenth birthday—and Reese’s is coming up fast. Bummer. He tries to distract himself from his inevitable death…only to find the one person who can save him.
Aster doesn’t know that the hot Dutch guy she’s just met needs her help–or that he’s about to die.
But worst of all…she doesn’t know that her new gift comes with dark, dark consequences that can harm everyone she loves.
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I really wasn't sure what to expect when I started this book. The description grabbed me right away. It was so unlike anything I previously. The book sounded so good, I started reading it immediately.
WOW!! I'm soooo glad I picked up this story. It was better than I even hoped! This book rocked!
The author pieced together a wonderfully original and compelling young adult book.
A story centered on gypsies and tarot card magic was refreshing. It was a unique take on fate and curses. I couldn't put it down!
Everything about this book was worth the read. There wasn't even a downside or complaint when I finished the Touching Fate.
Overall, this book deserves five glittery stars and more. This young adult story is a must read for fall 2015!
Exclusive excerpt!
The spell
was broken when some partiers ran up the beach screaming and laughing. Aster
turned in the direction of the noise and spotted Reese standing there. He
waved. A moronic move, he reprimanded himself. Strolling up the beach James
Bond-style would have been better, but instead, struggling in the sand, he
headed for her. He decided if she moved toward him as well, it would be proof
that she was attracted to him. Aster spun around and faced the ocean again.
Reese
stopped. She was still angry with him. Just when he made up his mind to leave
her alone, she started down the beach toward him.
“Hi,” she
said, staring up at him. The golden specks in her eyes were like stardust
glinting in the low-lying sun.
“What are
you doing here?”
“Leah
invited Jan, and he brought me along.”
“I see.”
“Well, I
didn’t put up a struggle. I have to admit, I was hoping to see you.” He held
out the aster. “This is for you. A peace offering. One simple flower can mean
so much more than a bunch, don’t you agree?”
A shocked expression
crossed her face, and Reese thought he had blown it. But then she gave him a
sweet smile and took the flower from him. “Stolen ones are even better.”
“Well, in
all honesty, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. A gentleman doesn’t court a
lady without bringing a gift.”
“So you’re
courting me?” She tried unsuccessfully not to smile. It was rather fetching,
her pink glossed lips twitching at the effort. “You don’t even know anything
about me.”
“Well,
that is the point of dating, isn’t
it? To get to know each other?”
“I’m not
sure.”
When the
silence between them got uncomfortable, she lowered her head and picked at the
stem of the flower.
“Not sure,
huh?” This girl was a hard nut to crack. Reese got an idea. “How about we play
a game?”
She looked
back up at him. “What kind of game?”
“One where
I tell you something about me, then you tell me something about yourself.”
“Sure, why
not?” She twirled around and padded across the beach, lifting up sand with her
toes and flicking it into the air in front of her. “You go first.”
“All
right, then,” he said, keeping pace with her. “My family lives in a castle just
outside of Amsterdam, complete with towers and turrets. It’s been in the family
for generations. We only live in a few rooms. The rest of the place is open for
tours. It helps pay for the upkeep and taxes.”
“Really?”
She knotted her fingers behind her back. “Does that mean you’re royal?”
“No. But
my father is a count.” He hated talking about his lineage. “It’s just a title,”
he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal, which it wasn’t, at least to him.
“That’s
pretty awesome,” she said.
“Now you.”
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