Lightning Kissed
by Lila Felix
BLURB:
Colby Evans can leap from one country to the next in a heartbeat. She can see every sunset in every time zone in the same day. She can travel across the world in a flash. She defies gravity and physics with every breath she takes. She's tested her abilities and found them limitless.
She is the lightning. She is Lucent. And nothing can stop her.
Except him.
Theodore Ramsey isn't supposed to be able to flash like Colby. The power of travel is passed on from mother to daughter in their people. Except once in every hundred generations.
Theo is the one.
He can flash like Colby. And it makes him a target to their enemies and to himself. His abilities change everything he knows about life and throws his future into an uncertain tangent. In fact, the only thing certain in his life is the love he feels for Colby.
Their love defies time and space and has been the only constant thing in their lives since childhood. But even their infallible love will be stretched to its limits.
She will risk her life to protect him. But he will risk everything to protect them all.
She is the lightning. She is Lucent. And nothing can stop her.
Except him.
Theodore Ramsey isn't supposed to be able to flash like Colby. The power of travel is passed on from mother to daughter in their people. Except once in every hundred generations.
Theo is the one.
He can flash like Colby. And it makes him a target to their enemies and to himself. His abilities change everything he knows about life and throws his future into an uncertain tangent. In fact, the only thing certain in his life is the love he feels for Colby.
Their love defies time and space and has been the only constant thing in their lives since childhood. But even their infallible love will be stretched to its limits.
She will risk her life to protect him. But he will risk everything to protect them all.
EXCERPT:
I flashed straight into his room after asking the people at the front desk which one he was in. His parents always seemed to get adjoining rooms or cabins, no matter how old Theo was, but I asked anyway. He stood on the balcony in jeans—his shirt flapping in the ocean wind. I could no longer differentiate between habit and desire with him—my feelings were blurry. I swayed in his direction involuntarily, but stopped myself. We were no longer together—I’d made sure that I’d stayed away from him so the Resin, the Synod, and the government were all kept at a distance.
Because they were constantly on my trail.
“Took you long enough,” he remarked, still facing the beach.
I blew out an emotionally loaded breath. “I needed time to think.”
“And to what conclusion did you come?”
Leave it to Theo to sound cavalier at a time like this.
He turned around and my breath caught in my throat. His dark brown hair was gelled in a completely clean-cut style out of another time. Even as a child, he emitted an air of vintage class. He wore suspenders at the age of ten. In high school, he wore button-down shirts and slacks, the exact opposite of the other boys with their sports jerseys and ragged jeans. He was James Dean meets David Gandy, but with glassy gray eyes. He was my every desire and it pained me not to run to him, bury myself in the security of his embrace, and let him tell me it was all going to be okay. It was not going to be okay. So many suspicions and insinuations were flitting through my mind. And none of them ended well.
“I don’t even know, Theo.” My voice cracked as I said his name. It showed my weakness for him.
I hated my weakness.
“Come here.” He motioned with open arms.
I screamed in response. He wasn’t just going to hug me and think all of this would go away. “No. I’m pissed off at you. How are you doing this? You’re gonna get caught. And then what will I do?”
Because they were constantly on my trail.
“Took you long enough,” he remarked, still facing the beach.
I blew out an emotionally loaded breath. “I needed time to think.”
“And to what conclusion did you come?”
Leave it to Theo to sound cavalier at a time like this.
He turned around and my breath caught in my throat. His dark brown hair was gelled in a completely clean-cut style out of another time. Even as a child, he emitted an air of vintage class. He wore suspenders at the age of ten. In high school, he wore button-down shirts and slacks, the exact opposite of the other boys with their sports jerseys and ragged jeans. He was James Dean meets David Gandy, but with glassy gray eyes. He was my every desire and it pained me not to run to him, bury myself in the security of his embrace, and let him tell me it was all going to be okay. It was not going to be okay. So many suspicions and insinuations were flitting through my mind. And none of them ended well.
“I don’t even know, Theo.” My voice cracked as I said his name. It showed my weakness for him.
I hated my weakness.
“Come here.” He motioned with open arms.
I screamed in response. He wasn’t just going to hug me and think all of this would go away. “No. I’m pissed off at you. How are you doing this? You’re gonna get caught. And then what will I do?”
AUTHOR INTERVIEW:
What would you be doing right now if you were not an author?
If I were not an author, I would still be editing books for indie authors and loving every second of it.
5 years ago: what were you doing?
Five years ago, I was working nights at Wal-Mart in their cash office, counting tons of money every night.
Do you have a certain writing ritual?
My writing ritual is to listen to some inspiring music for about a half hour or read some before starting. After that, I try to write whenever I can, sneaking in the time gaps in our schedules.
What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author?
My toughest criticism has been that my endings aren't always what the reader expected. I see this as a criticism and a compliment. I don’t really want to write what everyone expects.
Ever fangirled over another author? Who was it?
Absolutely! I’ve totally fan-girled over so many authors. I'm first and foremost a reader after all! It was actually Shelly Crane. I flew to Florida to see her and wigged out hard.
Is there an author you'd like to meet?
I would love to meet Jay Asher. 13 Reasons Why is a book that continues to impact my life every day. It makes me think about who I am and how I treat others in every situation. He’s a brilliant author. I’d probably faint.
Biggest writing pet peeve?
My biggest writing peeve is that horrible little word count box at the bottom of the page. Once I learned to make that sucker go away, I was in heaven.
Do you read other's reviews of your books?
I read other’s reviews of my books in the first month of their release. After that, I check them every 6 months or so. It can be painful and humbling to see what others think of our books.
If I were not an author, I would still be editing books for indie authors and loving every second of it.
5 years ago: what were you doing?
Five years ago, I was working nights at Wal-Mart in their cash office, counting tons of money every night.
Do you have a certain writing ritual?
My writing ritual is to listen to some inspiring music for about a half hour or read some before starting. After that, I try to write whenever I can, sneaking in the time gaps in our schedules.
What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author?
My toughest criticism has been that my endings aren't always what the reader expected. I see this as a criticism and a compliment. I don’t really want to write what everyone expects.
Ever fangirled over another author? Who was it?
Absolutely! I’ve totally fan-girled over so many authors. I'm first and foremost a reader after all! It was actually Shelly Crane. I flew to Florida to see her and wigged out hard.
Is there an author you'd like to meet?
I would love to meet Jay Asher. 13 Reasons Why is a book that continues to impact my life every day. It makes me think about who I am and how I treat others in every situation. He’s a brilliant author. I’d probably faint.
Biggest writing pet peeve?
My biggest writing peeve is that horrible little word count box at the bottom of the page. Once I learned to make that sucker go away, I was in heaven.
Do you read other's reviews of your books?
I read other’s reviews of my books in the first month of their release. After that, I check them every 6 months or so. It can be painful and humbling to see what others think of our books.
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