Title: The One
Series: The Portal Trilogy #1
Publication Date: June 15th 2012
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
About THE ONE
Seventeen-year-old Eveline Fallon has lived her entire life on the move—and she hates it.
Believing her to be the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy, her parents have done whatever it takes to stay one step ahead of those who wish to see her dead in order to keep the prophecy unfulfilled and the doorway between the worlds closed.
But Eveline isn’t fully convinced that her parents’ beliefs match her own. What she does believe is that Leadville, Colorado, and the sanctuary offered may be the chance she’s been waiting for.
The chance to be somewhere safe. The chance for her to make friends and have fun. The chance to finally date a guy.
The chance to be a normal girl, at least as normal as possible for someone not human.
....I felt my bed dip and sighed, “I’m getting up now.”
“I should hope so. You wouldn’t want me to be late on my first day.”
I squeaked and frantically pushed the covers from my head making a tangled mess of my hair. I shoved the hair out my face, spitting out the pieces that stuck to my lips, to glare at the figure sitting at the foot of my bed.
He grinned, “That’s an interesting look for you. What do you call it?” I brushed my hair down again and sat up trying to find my voice amidst the shock of him being in my room—of appearing in my room. “You’ve got about ten minutes before I need to pop you over to the fam so hop to it, love, and I’ll give you your reward.”
I put my hands on my hips, causing the blanket to pool in my lap. The teasing look left his eyes as he took in my shoulders, bared by the spaghetti straps of my V-neck tank. His eyes roamed over the exposed skin, each pause of his glance a visual caress. I crossed my arms, unintentionally revealing even more of myself to him, and he inhaled sharply.
His eyes flashed to mine, and he searched my face.
He slid along the edge of the bed to where I had my back pressed against the wall, his gaze never leaving mine. I was effectively caged in, his body on one side of me and the arm he was leaning on placed by my opposite hip. He radiated heat into the infinitesimal gap that separated our bodies. My lips parted on a swiftly in drawn breath, and when he glanced down at them, I bit the bottom one in anticipation. Chase groaned softly, and heat flared in his eyes. Bracing a hand on the wall beside my head, he leaned in closer. With the other he cupped my face, rubbing his rough thumb over the smoothness of my cheek.
We inhaled short shallow gasps through our mouths, and he dipped his head, stopping just short of the spot I ached to have him touch. My lips tingled in anticipation.
“Why can’t I get you out my head?”
The vapor of his breath tasted sweet as I inhaled, and I waited for him to move that last
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