""‘It is the year of our lord 1792, and today, I shall leave my mortal life for yet another’"""
Brigitte Delacroix is leaving her life in St. Petersburg to begin one in none other than beautiful old Paris. Shoes, bags, purses, French guys and the chance to spend as much time as she wants with her best friend, Adian are what she sees in her future. But everything changes when she crosses path with a world she never knew existed outside the books her brother, Serge, loves to read
Now she must find a way to escape the destiny the fates have designed for her, save the world from destruction and return a lost Queen to a peaceful death while juggling school, her sanity and a ‘normal’ life even though it is anything but.
And then there’s the fact that she might be something more than human…
She soon finds herself drawn to Adam Moreau, the mysterious-yet-gorgeous librarian who guards the library of the Palace of Versailles, the home of secrets that could change what we know about our pasts…forever.
Together, Brigitte and Adam must find a way to undo what has already been done and bring out the return of peace...
Dangers untold, secrets, forbidden love, and a life that was not meant to be taken.
WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION
Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . .
Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask.
But none of them knows what she knows . . .
Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .