Rachel Vincent - My Soul to Keep

Harmony had said it wasn't possible. That moving between worlds required intent, in additionto the bean sidhe wail. Did this mean Isecretly wanted to cross over?If so, I'd certainly been keeping a secret. Even from myself.My immediate concern was getting out of the Netherworld before something predatory came along toeat me. And in the Netherworld, that couldbe anything.But when I called forth my wail, nothing came out but a soft, hoarse croak.I'd lost my voice screaming my way into the Netherworld, and now I had no way out.Praise for the Soul Screamers series by New York Timesbestselling author RACHEL VINCENT "Twilight fans wil love it." "" Kirkus Reviews "Highly recommended for adults and teens alike." "" Book Bitch "Fans of those vampires wil enjoy this new crop of otherworldly beings." "" Booklist "My Soul to Take grabs you from the very beginning." "" Sci-Fi Guy "Wonderful y written characters"| A fast-paced, engrossing read that you won't want to put down. A story that I wouldn't mind sharing with my preteen"| A book like this is one of the reasons that I add authors to my auto-buy list.

This is definitely a keeper." "" TeensReadToo.comAlso byNew York Timesbestselling author Rachel VincentPublished by Harlequin TeenSoul Screamers

The one that made his dimples stand out and his eyes shine, and made me melt like chocolate in the sun, in spite of the midDecember chil . I sucked in a deep, cold breath. "Like I'm seeing the sun for the first time in a month." I pushed my car door closed and twisted the key in the lock. I didn't like parking on the street; it didn't seem like a very safe place to leave my most valuable possession. Not that my car was expensive, or anything. It was more than a decade old, and hardly anything to oooh over.

But it was mine, and it was paid for, and unlike some of my more financial y fortunate classmates, I'd never be able to afford another one, should some idiot veer too close to the curb. But Scott Carter's driveway was ful long before we'd arrived, and the street was lined with cars, most much nicer than mine. Of course, they al probably had more than liability coverage"|. Fortunately, the party was in a very good section of our little Dal as suburb, where the lawn manicures cost more than my father made in six months. "Relax, Kaylee." Nash pul ed me close as we walked. "They'd be yours if you'd get to know them." I couldn't help rol ing my eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure the glitter-and-gloss throng is waiting for m e to give them a chance." Nash shrugged. "They know al they need to know about you""you're smart, pretty, and crazy in love with me," he teased, squeezing me tighter. I laughed. "Who started that vicious rumor?" I'd never said it, because as addictive as Nash was""as special as he made me feel""I wasn't going to toss off words like love and forever until I was sure. "Who started that vicious rumor?" I'd never said it, because as addictive as Nash was""as special as he made me feel""I wasn't going to toss off words like love and forever until I was sure.

Until I was sure h e was sure. Forever can be a very long time for bean sidhes, and so far his track record looked more like the fifty-yard dash than the Boston marathon. I'd been burned before by guys without much staying power. When I looked up, I found Nash watching me, his hazel eyes swirling with streaks of green and brown in the orange glow from the streetlights. I almost felt sorry for al the humans who wouldn't be able to see that""to read emotion in another's eyes. "Al I'm saying is it would be nice to get to hang out with my friends and my girlfriend at the same time." I rol ed my eyes again. "Oh, fine. "Oh, fine.

I'l play nice with the pretty people." At least Emma would be there to keep me company""she'd started going out with one of Nash's teammates while I was grounded. And the truth was that most of Nash's friends weren't that bad. Their girlfriends were another story. Speaking of bloodthirsty hyenas"| A car door slammed in the driveway ahead and my cousin, Sophie, stood next to Scott Carter's metal ic-blue convertible, her huge green eyes shadowed dramatical y by the streetlight overhead. "Nash!" She smiled at him, ignoring me in spite of the fact that we'd shared a home for the past thirteen of her fifteen years, until my dad had moved back from Ireland in late September. "Can you give me a hand?" As we stepped onto the driveway, she rounded the end of her boyfriend's car in a slinky, sleeveless pink top and designer jeans, a case of beer clutched awkwardly to her chest. "Can you give me a hand?" As we stepped onto the driveway, she rounded the end of her boyfriend's car in a slinky, sleeveless pink top and designer jeans, a case of beer clutched awkwardly to her chest.

Two more cases sat at her feet, and I glanced around to see if any of the neighbors were watching my fifteen-year-old cousin show off an armload of alcoholic beverages. But the neighbors were probably al out, spending their Saturday evening at the theater, or the bal et, or in some restaurant I couldn't even afford to park near. And most of their kids were at Scott's house, waiting for us to come in with the beer. Nash let go of me to take the case from Sophie, then grabbed another one from the ground. Sophie beamed at him, then shot a haughty sneer at my plain jacket before turning on one wedge-heeled foot to strut after him. I sighed and picked up the remaining box, then fol owed them both inside.

The front door opened before Nash could pound on it, and a tal , thick senior in a green-and-white-letter jacket slapped Nash's shoulder and took one of the cases from him. Nash twisted with his empty arm extended, clearly ready to wrap it around me, but found Sophie instead. He sidestepped her""ignoring her plump-lipped pout""and took the case from me, then stood back to let me go in first. "Hudson!" Scott Carter greeted Nash, shouting to be heard over the music. He took one of the cases and led us toward a large kitchen crowded with bodies, scantily clad and shiny with sweat. In spite of the winter chil outside, it was hot and humid indoors, the hormone level rising with each new song that played.