Rebecca A. Rogers
Genre: Paranormal (with romantic elements)
Publisher: Rebecca A. Rogers
Date of Publication: January 1, 2014
Number of pages: 284
Word Count: 50,219
Cover Artist: Rebecca A. Rogers
Seventeen-year-old Kearly Ashling can travel anywhere her mind takes her—literally. Becoming Empress of the planet Cyeor and battling monstrous, otherworldly creatures isn’t a problem. Living among the elves on the Plains of Glasslyn has yet to be an issue, as well. Even touring normal places like Paris, London, Tokyo, and the Amazon Rainforest isn’t difficult.
But traveling through her imagination isn’t just fun and games—it has consequences. Following a battle on the planet Cyeor, she’s visited by a guy who’s unimagined. He warns her to stop using her gift or they will find her. Kearly doesn’t heed the messenger’s advice and soon wishes she had. When the messenger finds her again, he transports her to the M.I.N.D., a corporation which specializes in “healing the psyche.” Once she’s inside the M.I.N.D.’s doors, however, Kearly realizes escaping is nearly impossible.
Now, she must figure out the M.I.N.D.’s true intent, try not to fall for the irritating-yet-handsome messenger, and find a way to outsmart the organization before they stop her from ever imagining again.
I sat down in one of the empty desks near the window. In the next row over, Ryan Carter—the local panty-collector and heartbreaker, who was not that attractive, in my opinion—stared at me. What did he want? I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping he’d get the message loud and clear. But he didn’t.
He leaned over and whispered, “I know why you’re late.”
For the briefest of seconds, my heart thrummed so hard against my chest, I thought I was having a mini heart attack. My mind scrambled to come up with a reply, but all I could think was, “He knows about me! He knows my secret!” But there’d be no way, right? Nobody knew about me, about my secret ability. How I could travel anywhere my imagination created.
But I played it off like he was an idiot, who didn’t know his elbow from his asshole. “Oh, really? I highly doubt that, considering you can barely keep up with where the football is during a Friday-night game.”
“Jeez, I was kidding,” he said. “I was gonna say you were smoking again.” One of his shaggy-blond locks hung over his right eye. “I can smell it from here. You should consider quitting, you know, for health reasons.”
“Oh, my God. Thank you so much for reminding me,” I said, faking astonishment. “I’ll be sure to invest what little college fund I have on body spray.”
About the Author:
She’d insert something here along the lines of living in the Northeast, USA, or Europe, with her wonderful husband and their dogs, but these things haven’t happened yet. Instead, she’ll tell you she’s an avid gamer, chocoholic, coffee addict, animal lover, and owns way too many books and shoes.