About
the Book
Title:
The Summer Solstice Enchanted
Author: K.K. Allen
Genre:
Contemporary Fantasy
After Katrina
Summer’s mother dies a mysterious death, she is hurtled into life
at Apollo Beach where she learns the legends of her Ancient Greek
ancestors. Kat’s world unravels as secrets from her heritage are
exposed—secrets that her mother purposefully concealed. Leading to
her 16th birthday, the day of the Summer Solstice, Kat becomes
frightened when enigmatic visions and disturbing dreams haunt her. As
her visions become reality fear turns to terror as powerful forces
threaten the lives of those around her. Amidst the turmoil, Kat meets
Alec Stone, who becomes her sole solace in an evocative world of
mythological enchantment and evil prophecies that lurk around every
corner . . .
Author
Bio
K.K.
Allen is the Contemporary Fantasy / Romance author of stories
inspired by nature, magic and love. She loves manatees, learned to
swim for the mere purpose of pretending she was a mermaid, and adores
the beach so much she promises to one day live on one (in a tent if
she has to) in Hawaii and serve snow cones on the side of the road.
K.K.'s Summer Solstice series (The Summer Solstice Enchanted, The
Equinox, and The Descendants) are now available! Her short story,
Soaring, is available in the Echoes of Winter YA anthology.
Links
Amazon Author Page:
http://smarturl.it/KKAllen
Enchanted Excerpt
I
sit in front of the mahogany vanity that towers before me. It’s a
monument much like everything else in my room. If the objects aren’t
generous in size then they make up for it in their beauty and
fragility.
Staring
at my new reflection in the large oval mirror, I notice my face is
fairer than I’m used to and it glows magnificently. My eyes are a
bright and unusual shade of silver. My dark brown hair is soft, long,
thick, and flowing down past my shoulders. I take in my groomed
features with awe and reach for the glass, to touch the girl in the
mirror. With every move of my hand as it creeps toward the glass my
reflection follows in perfect synchrony. Together, our hands rise to
our faces and move a strand of hair from our heads.
My
lashes are longer. My nails, now they’re near my face, appear
manicured and long—that's when I notice it . . .
The
necklace. It lies across my neck as if made for me, but not just any
necklace; the green stone reflects the light of the sun now streaming
in through the massive balcony windows. I move to touch the necklace,
lifting it gently from my neck.
My
heart pounds like a steady drum as the image in the mirror smiles at
me with an almost evil glimmer in its eye. I gasp. My image does not
gasp with me but smiles even brighter. There are silver streaks of
madness in her eyes that freeze me. Her eyes narrow and turn, so they
no longer meet mine. They stare over my shoulder to where an antique
vase sits, laden with fresh flowers. I watch it rise with every move
of my reflection’s finger until it's propped up, lingering in
midair.
A
terrifying scream comes from the mirror and I jam my palms to the
sides of my head to muffle the horrible sound. My image isn’t
smiling anymore. Her mouth is grotesque, stretched to the sound of
her scream. The vase shakes violently until, with a high-pitched
ring, it shatters in midair, spraying my bedroom with glass.
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