Burdened
Author: Peiri Ann
Publisher: Peiri Ann
Pages: 246
Genre: Paranormal Romance New Adult
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Book Summary:
Tracey Warren has everything an eighteen year old
girl should. She lives a life of expectancies; go to school, please her
parents, party with friends, and revel in life as a young adult. That is until
she experiences an unexpected life changing accident caused by Nathan Newcomb;
an illegally attractive yet perplexed guy who has her fumbling over her words
and cracking her head on the concrete. In being enthralled by his overwhelming
existence, Tracey neglects his promise of death (which never falls short of
Nathan) and in ignoring his guarantee, she chooses to give into love over
sanity and risks her life for the opportunity of being with him.
Nathan, knowing the risks gives into this want to
have Tracey presuming it may be better to jeopardize their possible ending,
than to allow her to endure the pain of his devoid. Nonetheless, with him being
a burdened Sephlem, not only are they burdened by their adversaries who will
risk everything but the exposure of their existence to see Nathan fall. But
Nathan and Tracey come to find that their most sinister enemies lie under their
same roof and regrettably share the same bloodline.
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Excerpt from Burdened
The last week before a break, Mrs. Kimble’s class always lasts forever! I cannot wait for this week to be over. It’s almost spring break—the next best thing to look forward to, apart from summer. It’s the start of the warming days, when we can lose the coats and start letting some skin show. That earthy scent comes back, due to the freshly bloomed flowers and trees, and the newly grown grass.
Oh yeah, and the preeminent point—lack of class. My impatience for graduation, in a few months, also grinds at the back of my head.
Still three days to go, until I can enjoy our week of no school and not waking up early. Mrs. Kimble moves on to literary words that are meant to capture your feelings when you speak. Yeah, only three more days—if I can ever get out of this long-ass class!
“So,” Glen pulls me from my thoughts, tapping my back, “what do you have planned for our lovely break that’s coming up?”
I turn a quarter of the way to her, not wanting to draw attention to us. “Nothing much. I haven’t put too much thought into it. What about you?”
“Well, you know, Andrew Stevens is planning the next break party, I think it is Friday at 9, or maybe 10.” She looks up to the ceiling, then nods. “I heard it from Robert, in the hall.”
Break party, it’s what we call any party thrown the last day of school and the opening of a break. It seems lame, thinking of it now. I guess it serves its purpose though.
Intriguing, I think, as I speak. “Andrew is not known for throwing parties, especially at his place—his mother would murder him if she found out.”
“Well, he is apparently willing to risk it—that’s why everyone is planning to go. It so has to be worth it,” she chimes, in anticipation. “So yeah, very intriguing.”
“Tracey and Glen, is the talk of Andrew’s party more important than the study going on in this English class?” Here she goes. Mrs. Kimble, on another role of trying to embarrass her students by using her bionic ears to ease-drop on their conversations.
Today, Tracey Warren and Glen Richards are on her hit list.
“Of course not, Mrs. Kimble!” Glen says with exaggeration. “Nothing is more important than what is going on within your exceptional English class.” Glen is the best smart-ass in existence. We have known each other since grade school. When her, her mom, and her older sister moved to Bennington Vermont
“Now Glen, with your equipped sarcasm, you should try directing your efforts more towards paying attention to your studies,” Mrs. Kimble states calmly, while giving her a piercing look over the bridge of her glasses, “rather than towards being a smart-aleck.”
We have gotten each other into hell, and she has been the one to get us out; —in most cases. We are both eighteen, though she is a few months older than me; yet, I’m taller than she is. While I have dark-brown—almost black—hair, she has that pretty, sandy-brown hair that many girls color their heads to achieve. Freckles cover her cheeks, and I have a beauty mark resting aside my left eye. We both have curvy shapes that pull eyes as we walk, and Glen flaunts hers with an ‘I got it, girl’ attitude.
“Smart-Aleck!” Glen gasps. “Mrs. Kimble,” she says, slowly and with emphasis, “now, with your high expectations of me, you know I wouldn’t dare. I love being one of the students you go home thinking of, how you can make me into a better person before I leave this school.” She flashes her pearly whites and winks at Mrs. Kimble.
The other students in the class snicker and shake their heads. Mrs. Kimble—for a moment—only glares at Glen. The bell rings loudly, jarring her attention.
That bell may take forever to ring, but it is always right – on – time! Gathering my things, all I hear is giggling, rambles, and shuffling from the other students trying to rush from the classroom. Looking at each other, Glen and I attempt to make a run for it.
The last thing I need is for Mrs. Kimble to desire to keep me in this classroom any longer than the hour I already had to suffer through.
About the Author
A love for reading transpired into an admiration
for writing at a young age for Peiri Ann. Starting off in writing poetry and
short stories she indulged in the possibilities of creating new worlds and
lives to live within them opening a window of unanticipated possibilities. In
high school a pin and notebook never left her grasps and in college the pin was
replaced by a keyboard and the notebook replaced by a computer screen. She
holds a Bachelors degree in Psychology and certified in business management.
When Peiri Ann is not writing, reading, doing
homework, or working in the downtown of Chicago midnight
snack.
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