Descendant by L.J. Amodeo
Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Publication Date: May 26th, 2015
Genre: Young Adult Supernatural Romance
Paperback: 325 pages
About the Book
A forbidden love, a sacred bloodline, and a powerful gift, plagues the last remaining descendant with an unspeakable burden and an unforgivable fate. Seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Anne Morgan is no stranger to the paranormal world.
Haunted by voices and visions for most of her young life, she begins to question her sanity as a teen,setting her apart as an outcast in school.
In quatrains and sacred manuscripts, a Chosen One is prophesied, yet Elizabeth does not know she is the descendant of the holiest woman who ever walked the earth. The whispers and cries, meant for her mind only, are those of lost souls pleading to be liberated by the true holder of the key.
In her senior year of high school, Elizabeth meets two strangers, both who know her secret and who turn her world upside down.Meanwhile, her only friend Freddie, loyal,
devoted and secretly in love with her, stands quietly in the shadows of her life as she begins to unfold the mystery of who she is destined to become.
About the Author
LJ Amodeo was born and raised in New York. A wife and busy mother of three, she juggles many jobs as a devoted NYC middle school foreign language teacher, owner/founder of BizzyMom Productions, and author of the Descendant Series. LJ, always had a flare for writing and attended St. John’s University with hopes of someday becoming a journalist. However, her passion of working with adolescents, inspired her to become a public school teacher. She always knew that working with kids would be her greatest reward and joy.
LJ first started her writing career on a whim of imagination, subliminal messages in 2009. She is enthusiastic about her first novel DESCENDANT scheduled to come out in the spring of 2015. Long hours and many sleepless nights, her thoughts are transcribed into this high paced, dark young adult/crossover paranormal romance. This epic novel is the first book in a series. Book two, THE CONCEPTION will be released late summer, 2015.
Author: LJ Amodeo
Series: Book One
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Publishing House: Crushing Hearts and Black Butteryfly
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/JIaDhpnGocA
Another morning, another night with the same dream; my father applauding my performance of Beethoven’s Silence. He sat beside me on the bench of the baby grand, clapping exuberantly and cheering, “Bravissima!” I could almost feel his lips brushing over my hair as I sat there staring out my window. I missed him. Not a day went by that I didn’t feel his absence, in my heart, and in our home.
Feeling sluggish from a restless night’s sleep, I thought about my father, reliving the last time I saw him. Remembering him as the kind, loving father who had nurtured me as a child, got harder every day. My memories now, were of a man who shouted obscenities instead of praises. A man who had lost his mind.
Terrifying me, until I felt broken. The man who walked out on us almost eight years ago, no longer resembled the one I called Dad. He became a stranger, yet he still haunted my dreams. The ghost who lingered in my mind and soul. A burden I wondered if I could handle much longer.
Reluctantly, I opened the Jeep door and stepped out. My heart slammed in my chest, as my toes curled in my Converse. He lifted his head to get a better look at me. Lightheaded would describe how he made me feel. My legs attempting to stall, I walked slowly toward him desperately searching for something to say, wondering how to strike up a conversation before he slipped away again; like he had in the library and in language class. If I wanted to know him, I needed to seize the moment. I had to reach deep in my gut and yank out my voice.
Michael hopped off the purple painted rock, waiting for someone or something. I turned sheepishly to see if anyone else was walking toward him besides me. Today, the campus was eerily desolate, except for me and my beautiful Adonis. His eyes followed my stride as I walked awkwardly toward the main building. I had no idea of his intentions or why, out of all the students on campus, he’d be waiting for me. But today, it didn’t matter. I wanted him to be waiting for me. I wanted to know him in the worst possible way, when unsuspectingly, he stepped in front of me, blocking my path and interrupting my thoughts. I stumbled back clutching my messenger bag to my chest, almost protectively.
“What’s your problem?” I flinched defensively.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he smiled shyly. “You’re, Elizabeth, right?” His voice reflecting a slight accent.
My mouth dropped open with only a breath to spare. The sound of his voice saying my name left me speechless, utterly helpless, and foolishly staring at him. He smiled, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Freddie looked at me, wide eyed, “Wait! Did this femme fatale just say you’re sleeping over?” he stammered, looking to me with concern in his eyes, and then peering at Sam furiously. “Aren’t you a little old to be having a pajama party? Isn’t that for twelve year olds? Beth, if it’s a ride home you need, I can pick you up later. Better yet, I can come hang out with you girls until you’re ready to go home.” Freddie said, stumbling on his words this time. “Then I can have my dad pick us up.”
“Freddie, relax, my mom knows. Besides, I’m a big girl now. I think I can handle a sleepover. Hey, you’re not jealous that you weren’t invited, are you?” I taunted him with pouting lips, and puppy dog eyes.
“Really, I don’t mind chilling with you girls,” he repeated, almost begging. Even though he shoveled ice cream in his mouth like a child rather than a college-bound, soon-to-be eighteen-year-old.
Sam sat watching him, disgusted with his pathetic display of table manners, yet calculating how to appease him. “Poor boy! Did your mommy not allow you to have a sleep out? How about I make you a deal?”
Sam said, smiling a tad malevolently.
“A deal! Wow, now that’s original coming from you,” Freddie sneered. Something had him seriously agitated.
Sam no longer smiled. She stared at Freddie without blinking. The two of them had become like an old married couple. Bickering any chance they had. It amused me to know that opposites really did attract. As black and white, or night and day as these two were, they were cute together, as I imagined Michael and I would
“Anyway, as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted, about our deal. A choice––either let me give you a much-needed leech facial to get rid of your unsightly zits—or we dye your hair green. I know how much you love your hair,” she said tossing a fry at him. “Your choice Fredster. And you damn well know I never give choices. Therefore, agree to one and I’ll invite you into my home. For that matter, I’d even let you sleep in my bed,” she jeered at him.
I snapped my laptop shut and turned off my lamp. I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling fan for some time. The faint glow of the moon sketched the outline of spinning blades against the white canvas ceiling. My lids fell heavily, as did my heart. I cried for the two that I loved, until I fell into a dismal slumber.
* * *
Musical voices speaking my name awakened me. The radiant moon illuminated the empty
road. I knew it was my duty to go to them. I was not afraid. A euphoric feeling guided me toward the angelic voices, showing me the way to the gate leading to the point where Heaven rests upon the Earth.
In the distant shadows of the moon’s reflection, a small child waited. She was beautiful, like the children who once played by the lake dressed in creamy garb. Her golden locks swayed in the gentle summer winds. Her sweet smile curved her dimpled cheeks, as she beckoned to me. She spoke in a foreign tongue, “adeo mihi,” she laughed as she playfully flitted off into the woods, wanting me to follow her. Gleefully, I chased her through the forest, calling for her to come out from her hiding place.
I could only hear the faint laughter of her enchanting voice as we ran past the tall trees.
In the opposite direction, I heard another voice, not laughing, instead whimpering. I stopped
several yards away to observe another child, a boy, crouching over a small injured bird. His big blue eyes looked up at me, but instantly, he fled into the darkness of the forest and the little bird took flight.
I could clearly hear both of their mischievous laughter in the silence of the woods.
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