Title: Elemental Earth
Author: Kinsey Knight (My new pen-name for YA)
Website: http://www.kinseyknight.com/home.php
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/kinseyknight
Genre: Fantasy YA
Blurb:
My name is Trinity
Liathain, typical human teenager to many. But reality is I’m a young fae, split
between two very different worlds. Just as I find a guy who I can be myself
with, my little corner of Blue Cove erupts in drama I’m not prepared for. The gauntlet
to a war that shouldn’t be mine is at my door, bringing creatures that terrify
and mesmerize me. I’m visited by ancient forces who for some reason, think I’m the answer to another dimension’s
problems. They grant me tremendous power to protect myself. From what, you ask?
If my short journey through life has taught me anything, it’s that the people
closest to you, make the worst enemies.
Excerpt:
A
feather-soft sensation grazed my hand. A long deep breath didn’t fortify me
when I craned my neck. I tore my hand away.
A tarantula the size of a football
crawled over my book, clear liquid dripping from its oversized fangs. Where the
venom touched, chunks of my book disintegrated.
The chair careened behind me, as I
jumped to my feet. Adrian’s growl shook the windows, the only warning of my
stupid mistake. He reached for me too late. Mr. Conevetti’s stick arm shot
around my waist, and dragged me over the desk.
“You can’t ssstop me.” His mechanical
screech resonated through my eardrums. “He wantsss her.”
I choked back a scream as he gave up his
glamour, revealing a horrific face caught between an alien and an ant. I
flailed, punching him in the neck, shoulder—anything my fist blindly reached.
His rock hard exoskeleton prevented his injury. Cuts broke out over my knuckles.
“Put her down,” Adrian snapped, every
pound the Goblin royal.
“Trinity…” My name coming from those
pincers serving for a mouth was the single most horrible thing I’ve ever heard.
He hissed at Adrian, who circled us.
I was not, nor ever would I be a damsel
in distress, waiting for her prince to save her. Not in this life time, or the
next. I sought any kink in his armor. I elbowed the bug man in the face,
gritting my teeth as his pincers sliced into my flesh.
He released me with a surprised squeal. I
landed wrong on my feet. My knees ached, but I ran. My momentum propelled me
toward the terminals. I jumped, my foot landing on the chair. I was airborne,
flying over the grotesque spider and the computers, thrashing awkwardly on my
descent. The back of my head slammed against the opposite terminal, changing my
trajectory. I hit the floor, twisting my
ankle. The shock of pain on top of everything else forced a gasp from me.
The spider dropped, scuttling across the
floor.
“You all right?” Adrian yelled. Under
the row of desks, only legs were visible—a pair of jean clad ending in thick
biker boots, and two sticks in loafers.
“I’m good!” I lied through my teeth.
The spider scurried closer. I ripped a
keyboard out of its USB port, wielding it as a weapon. The thing paused.
“Come on. I don’t have all day.”
It jerked, as if it understood. It crept
around me, I suppose seeking a weak spot. It lunged, and I swung. I hit the rounded,
furry body across the room like a baseball. It hit the window with a sickening
thump, and didn’t move again. The acidic poison from it fangs ate through the
glass in watery line. The rancid smell intensified.
I peeked over the walls of the desk.
Adrian darted and weaved, the skill of a fighter shocking me. Sure, every now
and then a guy might scrap, but this was taking it to another level. Mr.
Conevetti wasn’t fast enough for him.
They danced around each other in a
primal, masculine array. Adrian bared his teeth. “Trinity, for the love of the
Goddess, run!”
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