addictive and enchanting Soul Screamers series!
âThink Harry Potter ⦠with a dollop of girl power.â
âBella
âTwilight fans will love it.â âKirkus Reviews on My Soul to Take
âGood funâ
âThe Financial Times on My Soul to Save
âMove over vampires, the banshees are in town!â
âYA Book Reads.
âFans of those vampires will enjoy this new crop of otherworldly beings.â
âBooklist
âMy Soul to Take grabs you from the very beginning.â âSci-Fi Guy
âWonderfully written characters ⦠A fast-paced,
engrossing read that you wonât want to put down. A story that I wouldnât mind sharing with my pre-teen ⦠A book like this is one of the reasons that I add authors to my auto-buy list. This is definitely a keeper.â âTeensReadToo.com
Thanks first of all to Lisa Heuer for the technical advice
and consultation. Without your contributions, this story would have been impossible for me to write. Thanks also to my early readers, Rinda, Chandra, Heather, and Jen. Your opinions and advice were invaluable, and the story is so much better for them both. Thanks to Mary-Theresa Hussey and Natashya Wilson for so much enthusiasm and encouragement, which keep me smiling.
And thanks finally to everyone out there reading
about Kaylee for the first time. Iâve poured my heart into her continuing story, along with some delicate pieces of my own soul, and Iâm so very honored and excited that youâve decided to give her a chance. I hope you like her as much as I do.
âThanks for the ride, Traci!â Emma slammed the back door, then opened it again to free the end of her filmy red skirt as her sister leaned out the open driverâs side window.
âBe ready to go at eight, or Iâm leaving you here.â
Em gave a mock salute, then turned toward the mall entrance without waiting for the car to pull away from the curb. We would be nowhere near the parking lot at eight oâclock. Finding a ride home would be no problemâEmma could cock one hip and smile, and guys all over Texas would throw their car keys at her feet, if thatâs what she wanted.
But sometimes a ride was more fun, because she could flirt with the driver. See how much he could take before his concentration wavered and he had to force his attention back onto the road. Sheâd never actually caused a wreck, but Em went a little further every time, ever eager to push the limits of ⦠Well, of anything.
I went along for the ride because it was a delicious rush of power and freedomâliving vicariously through Emma was usually more exciting than living my own life for real.
âOkay, Kaylee, hereâs the plan.â Em stepped up to the glass doors, and they whooshed open. The artificial cool inside was a mercy on my damp skin and overheated cheeks; Traciâs car wasnât air-conditioned, and September in the Dallas metroplex was still hot enough to make the devil sweat.
âSo long as it leads to Tobyâs public humiliation, Iâm in.â
âIt will.â She stopped in front of a mirror built into the wall of the main walkway and her reflection grinned at me, brown eyes sparkling. âAnd thatâs the least he deserves. You really should have let me key his car.â
And Iâd been totally tempted to. But I was less than a year from getting my license and couldnât shake the certainty that if we keyed someoneâs fresh paint jobâeven if that someone was my rat of an ex-boyfriendânew-driver karma would come back to bite me on the bumper.
âSo, what are you going to do? Push him into the snack table? Trip him on the way into the gym? Unbutton his pants while youâre dancing, then scream for help?â I wasnât too worried about homecoming-dance karma. But Toby should have been â¦
Emma turned from the mirror, her pale brows high in surprise. âI was just gonna stand him up, then make out with his best friend on the dance floor, but that last one has real potential. Maybe weâll do both.â She grinned again, then tugged me around the first corner to the huge main corridor of the mall, where the center of the floor opened to reveal the first level below. âBut first weâre gonna make sure you look so good that he spends every minute of this stupid dance wishing he was there with you.â
Normally Iâm not much of a shopper. Thin and small chested looks just as good in jeans and skinny tees as it does in anything more complicated, and I must have been dressing to my advantage subconsciously, because finding a new date had only taken two days.
But that didnât make Toby any less of a human cockroachâless than an hour after heâd dumped me, heâd asked Emma to homecoming. Sheâd accepted with a plan for revenge already half-plotted.
So Iâd come to the mall the weekend before the dance armed with my auntâs credit card and Emmaâs good taste, prepared to dump a metaphorical shaker of salt over my slime-filled leech of an ex-boyfriend.