GAH! It's finally here! The second book to the Chalcedony Chronicles. EEEEEEEP (*fangirl mode on*)
Chrysoprase by B. Kristin McMichael
(Chalcedony Chronicles #2)
Publication date: February 1st 2014
Genres: Time-Travel, Young Adult
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(Chalcedony Chronicles #2)
Publication date: February 1st 2014
Genres: Time-Travel, Young Adult
See on: Goodreads
Buy from: Amazon
Mari’s return to the present was not exactly what she expected. As
the goddess predicted, there are always consequences to going into the
past. Now, with the help of her friend Ty, Mari must find a way to get
her loved ones back. Unfortunately, it may require the assistance of
an ex-boyfriend whom she never wished to see again. He just might be
the key to learn how to time travel on her own, or he might have
another motive. Mari is left to decide, can he be trusted to help?
A new player is introduced into Mari’s already complicated
world:
I looked up. It felt like
someone was watching me. I glanced around the room. The door was still closed,
and no one was around. I hadn’t heard anyone enter. Their maids were silent,
but not that silent. I looked back around the room. The feeling was still
there, but I was alone.
My focus went back to the
documents scattered around the room in glass cases. One toward the far window
caught my attention. The carnelian lines around my hand pulsated as if to tell
me I was going in the right direction. The tingles in my arm felt much like
they did when I was around Seth. I missed him so much, and I was nowhere near
knowing how to get him back. It was like Seth was sending me a sign even though
we were far apart. I moved slowly down the line of books. Something was calling
to the stone that was now imprinted into my arm. I stopped at each book as I
passed. Why was one calling to me and all the others not? As I got close to the
one I really wanted to see, I paused again. I still felt like someone was
watching me. I looked down at the words on the page in the box in front of me.
They weren’t the ones calling to me, yet were pretty all the same.
“Figured this would be
where you ran off to,” Logan said quietly from somewhere in the room.
I was sure I didn’t hear
him enter, and I had no clue how long he had been there. He stepped out of the
shadow he was hidden in and slowly slunk across the room. Logan had always
puzzled me. Around everyone else, you would think he was just another very
friendly jock, but alone, he was completely different. His movements were
always perfect and graceful, but he kept that hidden from everyone else. I
remember the first time I was alone with him. Logan was exciting, and he made
me feel like I was the one he had spent his life hunting. I still felt that
vibe from him, but now it was just confusing. I didn’t have feelings for him
anymore, beyond the annoyance I still felt about our last date. That would
probably last forever. The reason I didn’t trust guys in general, and
rightfully so, was standing in front of me now. Having him slowly analyzing me
was strange. I still got butterflies in my stomach—anyone would get that when
someone as hot as him was looking at you. But I didn’t have the loving feelings
that once went with those butterflies.
And new mysteries to be solved:
I was going to do it right
this time. I pictured the Jones house library, and the book that called to me
at the party over Thanksgiving. By the time I finished thinking of the book we
were there, standing in front of it. Ty took a breath and moved a few feet away
from me.
“I’ve never done that more
than a once in a day. That was a bit weird,” Ty commented, shaking out the hand
that had been touching the stone.
I nodded and looked down
at the book with the ancient text. I still felt a hum coming off the book. I
wanted to touch it and see if the pages were humming like I felt they would be.
I peered into the box and looked at the weird lines. It was nothing I could
understand. I looked up and around the room. Logan wasn’t there. I really
wanted to touch the book.
“What is it?” Ty asked,
stepping behind me and looking over my shoulder.
“I don’t know. Something
about the book makes me feel like I should touch it. Like if I touched it I
would know the secret it’s trying to tell me,” I explained. “Gosh, that sounds
weird,” I added as I turned around.
“Weird? Yes. But I’ve seen
a lot of weird things happen since we first found these stones,” Ty said,
holding his up. The glow I normally saw off the stone was gone. I looked down
to my arm. The lines were faded around the edges. We were going to have to wait
until the power returned, or for Logan.
I looked up at Ty. I
really wanted to see why I should touch the book. Ty nodded to me. It didn’t
matter how weird it was, I was going to try. I looked around the room one more
time. Ty stayed right behind me, he was so big that if anyone was in the room
they would be blocked from actually seeing me while I touched the book. It felt
like I was stealing, or doing something wrong. These texts were old and
priceless. Oils from your hands could damage the paper, but I still had to
know. The longer I stood there, the more the book pulled at me. I lifted the
glass case only enough to get a finger in to touch the text. I slid my finger
in and felt the shock as I touched it. I quickly pulled my hand out in
surprise.
I turned back to
Ty to tell him what happened when the shimmer of Logan traveling into the room
caught my eye.
And true love to reunite with:
I leaned forward and
pulled his head down to meet mine. I kissed him again. I needed to. I needed to
feel that he was real. Each time he went away, and my memories changed, it felt
like I lost a part of him. In losing him, I was losing part of me. He was
everything I ever wanted. It was scary to feel that way about one person, but
it was true. Even Logan and our past couldn’t compare with the feelings
floating around inside me at just the touch of Seth’s lips to mine. He was
everything I needed.
“And you?” he asked as he
pulled back a little.
“Me what?” I asked,
looking up into his eyes. The desire I saw there was surely mirrored in my own.
“How long has it been in
your time?” Seth asked as he eyed me over, looking for any change in me.
“Five weeks,” I replied,
watching his eyes roam over my body. When most men looked at you like that it
was creepy, but the way he looked made my stomach tumble.
“And Ty was with you
there?” Seth asked, finally bringing his eyes up to mine.
“Yes,” I answered, looking
up at him. Did he really want to just talk after all this time apart?
“But he didn’t come with
you,” Seth replied to my answer.
He balanced on the wall
with only one hand, allowing his free hand to reach up and touch my face. I
closed my eyes and tried to memorize his touch. No matter how I was with him
now, it would never last. I had a feeling we would always have to fight to be
together.
“No,” I responded, feeling
his body press up against me. His lips met mine again, and I rested my hands on
his bare chest. There were a few perks to the Egyptian military clothing, or
rather lack of clothing.
“Why,” Seth began as he
moved his kisses to my ear. “Are.” He kissed down my neck, sending tingles to
my toes. “You.” He reached the indent where my neck and shoulder met. “Here?”
He finished asking his
question, but the kisses continued as he pushed the fabric of the multiple
tunics I wore out of the way to continue kissing down a line. He began moving
back up my neck slowly as he waited for a response, but I was having trouble
even remembering the question. It was hard to carry on a conversation when we
couldn’t keep ourselves apart.
Originally from Wisconsin, B. Kristin currently resides in Ohio with her
husband, two small children, and three cats. When not doing the
mom thing of chasing kids, baking cookies, and playing outside, she is
using her PhD in Biology working as a scientist. In her free time she is
hard at work on multiple novels; as each day passes, she has more ideas
for both current and future novels.
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