Eternal Curse The Cursed Series Book 1 by Kara Leigh Miller Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
After pulling the plug on her mother’s life support, seventeen-year-old Chloe Madison moves to live with relatives she hardly knows. Her new hometown in the Adirondack Mountains is barely more than a pinpoint on the map, but it’s shrouded in deadly secrets and strange family legends. Chloe is determined to keep her head down, finish high school, and get the heck out of there. Until she meets the enigmatic Trent Halstead. Something intriguing hides beneath his quiet self-assurance and hero hair. Maybe there’s something—or someone—worth sticking around for after all.
But when a rash of unsolved murders leaves two of Chloe’s classmates dead, she begins to suffer from disturbing hallucinations that build to the horrifying image of Trent as a murderous vampire. With nowhere else to go, she’s stuck in a town she hates, surrounded by people she can’t trust, and she’s pretty sure she’s going to be lunch.
If all that isn’t bad enough, Trent is hiding a lethal secret, besides the whole immortal bloodsucker thing. He’s the not-so-proud owner of an ancient, family curse—no Halstead will ever know true love—and he’s desperate to find a way to break the curse. Could Chloe be the key to his happiness or just another secret Trent wished he never unlocked?
** The Cursed Series is perfect for fans of The Crave Series by Tracy Wolff, The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer, and The Vampire Diaries by LJ Smith **
“There’s still one very important question you haven’t asked me yet.” He guided me out of the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind us. “Aren’t you curious?” He led me to the final room at the end of the hall.
I knew what question he was talking about, and while I was curious, I’d purposely avoided asking because what was the point? I didn’t want to become a vampire, so why bother asking how it happened? It would only lead to hurting Trent’s feelings, and that was the very last thing I wanted to do.
He flung open the door and ushered me inside. This room was still in use—it was an office. An oversize mahogany desk sat in the center with bookshelves lining the wall behind it. Newspaper clippings and drawings of very intricate family trees were plastered on the other three walls.
“This is where Sean keeps all the research he’s gathered about the Zoya and our families. He’s tireless about finding a way to break the curse.” Trent stood near the door as I wandered around the room. It would take months just to read everything hanging on the walls.
“Is he close to finding a cure?”
“No. Every new lead is another dead end.” There was too much sadness and regret in his voice.
I wanted to do or say something to make this better for him, to take away his pain and loneliness. “I’m sorry.” I returned to where he stood, slipped my arms around his waist, and rested my head on his chest.
He enveloped me in a hug. We stood there for a long while and held each other, neither of us speaking. As much as I would have loved to stay there with him like that, it was time to get an answer to the question I’d been avoiding. I started to move away when Trent yanked me back to him, his lips landing on mine.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I kissed him deeply, wondering how many more moments like this we’d have. He flexed his fingers, then flattened his palm against my back, branding me with his touch. In that moment, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was meant to be with Trent. There would never be anyone else—that fact was so clear and strong in my mind it knocked the breath from me. I put my hands on his chest and clutched his shirt between my fingers so he couldn’t get away, so that I knew this was real.
His lips were soft, his arms strong. It was the safest I’d felt since losing Mom, and I wanted to cling to him, to stay in this moment and forget all about the pain and loss I’d suffered recently. Trent made the idea of facing the future without my mom bearable, like I would survive without her even though there were days I swore I never would.
Trent pulled me closer. I moved my hands up to his neck and let my fingers splay in his silky hair. A feeling of raw, unhindered love crashed over me, and I couldn’t stop from whimpering against his lips. Groaning, he abruptly ended the kiss. My chest heaved with labored breaths, and I licked my tingling bottom lip.
“Chloe,” he whispered, trailing his finger delicately down the side of my face.
My heart stopped at the emotion in his eyes, at the love that was so evident in his expression. Had he always looked at me like that? Or was I just finally noticing because I only now realized how I felt about him?
I loved Trent.
I loved a vampire.
I was hopelessly in love with a guy I had no future with.
Tears pricked behind my eyes, and my throat burned with the effort of holding them back. “Tell me how a person becomes a vampire.”
He placed a lingering kiss to my forehead, took my hand, and led me back upstairs to the living room. I expected to find Jax and Sean in there, but the room was empty. We went to the couch and sat.
“So, you want to know how to become a vampire?”
Eternal Choice The Cursed Series Book 2
Forced to move to California with her father, the same man who abandoned her ten years ago, Chloe is once again starting over. Only this time, she has a perky new stepmom and an annoying baby brother. To make matters worse, the sea of snobby rich kids at her new prep school pretend she's invisible. As if all that wasn’t bad enough, she has this gnawing sensation that she’s forgetting something important.
And then Trent Halstead crashes back into her life, bringing with him everything she's forgotten and the devastating news that there’s a coven of witches after her, and no one knows why—until Chloe discovers the answer in a box of old family photos. Now, she's keeping a secret that could save Trent's life. There’s just one problem: his salvation will come at a cost. Her destruction. And that’s a price she’s not sure she’s willing to pay.
**Eternal Choice is the exciting sequel to Eternal Curse.**
Clutching my elbow, Trent led me inside, which was just as packed with bodies as the backyard. Seriously, where did all these people come from? He weaved through the throngs of people and into one of the dozen bedrooms on the bottom floor of the house.
He closed the door, and my heart rate sped up. What did he think was going to happen?
“I didn’t want to do it this way.” Trent shook his head. “I wanted to ease you into it, give you time to adjust to what I know is going to be a shock.” He rubbed the back of his neck again, his expression tormented. “You were starting to remember. I wanted you to remember, but it’s not happening fast enough.”
I stared at him, confused. He was fun to look at, but his conversational skills needed some serious work. “What on earth are you talking about?” I asked.
He took a cautious step toward me, and I remained in my spot, arms crossed. “I’ve been lying to you, Chloe.”
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know,” I said, failing to keep the sarcasm from my voice.
Was he finally going to tell me the truth about how we knew each other? Or why I couldn’t seem to remember him? But why now, and why here, at Simon’s party?
“I’m not who you think I am,” he said.
He took another step forward, and I was too confused—and curious—to move away from him. Truth be told, I didn’t want to. He’d intrigued me since the moment I’d met him. I was drawn to him in a way I couldn’t begin to comprehend, let alone explain. And if he was about to tell me the truth… no way was I leaving this room.
“You’re not?” I asked.
I mean, I’d guessed he wasn’t completely honest about who he was, but something in his tone made it sound like maybe he’d been lying about this version of him, too.
“No.” He closed the distance between us. “And I’m out of time, so please forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
He took my face into his hands, and I uncrossed my arms, letting them fall to my sides. His crystal blue eyes darkened a shade, making his intentions clear. My heart was in my throat as he lowered his head.
“Please let this work,” he muttered a second before his lips landed on mine.
He parted my lips, his tongue gliding expertly over mine. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me, a sudden, paralyzing fear taking root in my chest—the fear he’d pull away and disappear, the fear I’d lose him again.
I arched into him, and he slid his hands from my face, down my arms and around to settle on my lower back. And then he yanked me closer, our bodies pressed together in a way that was oddly familiar and wholly comforting. It was like we both knew exactly what the other wanted and expected, like we’d kissed a million times before.
Pulling back just long enough to nip at my bottom lip, he groaned, the sound reverberating through my body, branding my soul. Kissing Trent was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced before—it was passionate, desperate almost, and so incredibly hot I worried I’d burst into flames at any moment.
His tongue swirled around mine, twisting and teasing, and it felt like he was trying to coax something out of me. I wasn’t sure what else he wanted from me, but I knew, instinctively, that I’d give it to him, whatever he wanted. I pressed even closer, moaning softly.
And then it happened.
An onslaught of emotion flooded my mind, overloading my senses. Love. Lust. Fear. Grief. Loneliness. Desire. Jealousy. I whimpered, but Trent didn’t release me. He deepened the kiss, pouring even more emotion into me, quickly followed by flashes of memories. Memories of me. Of him. Of us.
Eternal Bond The Cursed Series Book 3
Chloe is in a fight for her life. Literally. Held prisoner by the Rose Coven, they are desperate for her to break the curse and restore the magical balance, but Chloe adamantly refuses—until a nearly starved Jax Halstead is tossed in the room with her. Now, hanging on to her humanity might be next to impossible.
When one act of mercy creates an unbreakable bond that threatens to destroy everything she’s ever wanted, getting away alive—and still human—is more important than ever.
Once freed, her love and devotion to Trent is at war with the bond she shares with Jax, a bond that’s only growing more intense by the day. And now she must decide which is stronger. All while navigating her senior year of high school, college applications, and waiting for the Rose Coven to return. If that isn’t bad enough, Isach Zoya is back. He knows the truth, and he’s watching her every move. What else could possibly go wrong?
And then I caught sight of Isach standing at his locker a few feet away. I marched up to him.
“We need to talk,” I said.
He closed his locker and turned to face me, an innocent smile plastered across his face. “About?”
“I know what you’re doing,” I whispered harshly.
“Getting my books?” He held up an armful of books, his smile widening.
God, he was so infuriating; he was worse than Jax.
“No,” I said through clenched teeth. “I mean, I know what you’re doing to me. I know you’re messing with my head again, and it needs to stop.” I glanced around. Satisfied no one was paying attention to us, I continued. “Trent swore I wouldn’t break the curse, and I’ll honor his promise.”
“And how do I know that, Chloe? You two could be conspiring to run off together to break the curse. Or do God knows what else. Maybe you’re plotting to kill me, get me out of the way so you can do whatever you want.” He shifted on his feet, and it suddenly felt like he was twelve feet tall, looming over me.
“Because unlike you, Isach, I’m not a liar. When I make a promise, I keep it.”
“Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. I guess only time will tell.” He adjusted his books. “But we both know that you didn’t make this promise. Trent did.”
I scowled. So, he’d realized that, too, huh? “Whatever. Stay out of my head and stop messing with me. There’s no reason for it,” I said.
Isach titled his head, confusion flashing behind his green eyes. “What is it you think I’m doing?”
He was going to play like he had no idea? I curled my hands into fists, my fingernails biting in my palms.
“You know what you’re doing. Stop acting like you don’t.” My words were tight, my jaw clenched even tighter.
“All I’m doing is watching you, Chloe, making sure you don’t try anything sneaky. That’s it.” He gave a hard shake of his head. “I have no reason to mess with your head.”
“Exactly, so knock it off,” I snapped, poking him in the chest with each word.
Isach took a step forward, and fear whipped through me. When would I learn to stop provoking supernatural beings who could easily kill me without blinking?
Eternal Love The Cursed Series Book 4
As if having an unbreakable bond with Jax isn't hard enough, Chloe’s now forced to work with him on a major school project, and the more time they spend together, the stronger the bond becomes. Fighting it will most certainly drive her mad. But if she ever wants to have a future with Trent, she has no choice but to resist. Unfortunately, any hope she has of ever becoming a vampire and spending an eternity with Trent hangs on breaking the bond, which is an impossible feat.
Until an unlikely source offers them a solution to their problem. There’s just one catch—in order to fully break the bond, Trent’s immortal life will be linked to her mortal one. And with two of the most powerful covens in the world hellbent on killing her, the decision is a no-brainer. Not even the promise of eternal love is enough to make Chloe risk Trent’s life.
Kara Leigh Miller is a full-time wife; stay-at-home mom to 4 kids, 3 pit bulls, and 6 cats; writer, and the Editorial Director at Anaiah Press. When she’s not herding her family, she’s working out, reading, or binge watching Netflix. Sometimes, she’ll even go golfing with her husband, even though she totally sucks at it.
I realize I’m pretty much a nobody in the grand scheme of the book world. LOL. Not many people know who I am or what I write, so I thought it would be fun to rip away the filter and just talk candidly about who I am, where I came from, and why I write the stuff I do – in a fun Q&A format, of course.
Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell us something about yourself?
I was born and raised in a very small town in Upstate New York called Mexico, and when I say small, I mean less than 1500 residents. Everyone knows everyone else, so it was impossible to really get away with anything because someone would know someone else who would inevitably know someone else who would then tell my parents or a relative. And I had a very unique maiden name (Shortsleeve, for those of you wondering – yes, I was teased endlessly about that) so that made it even more difficult to “be invisible” in such a small town.
Eventually, I married, then got divorced, then got remarried to a man who is literally the embodiment of a romance hero. About 5 years ago, I finally moved away from my hometown, and I now live in Michigan. I’m a mom to 5 kids – 4 girls and 1 boy. We have 3 pit bulls, 7 cats, and 3 tanks full of fish. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m a huge animal lover!
What is something unique/quirky about you?
I was so shy growing up, I refused to eat in front of people I didn’t know, which made it hard to attend birthday parties and sleepovers. This shyness carried over into my college and adult years – unfortunately – and when I first met my current husband, I was too nervous to look at him. In fact, we had our first kiss before I gathered the courage to just look at his face and meet his gaze.
Tell us something really interesting that's happened to you!
When I was 9, I was hospitalized for weeks with two rare diseases – Sydenham’s Chorea and Rheumatic Fever. Google it. As a result, I’ve had a heart murmur my entire life, and recently, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, which is quite possibly linked to the Chorea I had as a child.
What are some of your pet peeves?
People who don’t respond to emails. I mean, I get it. People are busy, but even a quick “got it, will get back to you” goes a long way. And talking during movies—drives me nuts!
If you knew you'd die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
With my family and friends. Probably have a private get together at my house, hang out, reminisce. I’d want to go out on a happy note, so definitely lots of jokes and laughter.
What kind of world ruler would you be?
Honestly? Probably a pretty crappy one. LOL. I am the most indecisive person in the world. There’s no way I’d be able to make tough decisions that come with ruling the world.
What are you passionate about these days?
Writing. Then again, I guess I’m always passionate about that. Beyond that, I’d have to say raising my daughters to be strong, independent young women who know their worth.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
Reading while soaking in a bubble bath. Or curling up on the couch with my husband to watch a movie.
How to find time to write as a parent?
I’m lucky to have all of my kids in school, so most of my writing happens when they’re gone. I also have my own office, so when I’m in there, my kids know it’s work time, and they’re good about leaving me alone, unless it’s an emergency. Thankfully, we don’t have a lot of those around here.
Describe yourself in 5 words or less!
Hardworking. Determined. Loyal. Easy-going.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I always find this question odd. By definition, a writer is someone who writes, so I guess I became a writer the day I began to write my first book. But even to this day, I have a hard time considering myself a writer. Every time I’m asked what I do for a living, my first answer is always – I’m an editor. (Because that is my day job.) I rarely say, “I’m an author.”
Do you have a favorite movie?
Ha! This is impossible to answer. I’m such a movie buff, and I have so many favorites. I’m not sure I can give you just one, so instead, I’ll say my favorite type is scary movies. Gimme all the jump scares and horror!
As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
A house cat because they tend to be very docile. They sleep a lot, which I would do, too, if I could get away with it. LOL. But they’re also very… independent. They want attention when they want it and that’s it, and I can be the same way. If I’m involved in something, I just want to be left alone until I’m ready to be social.
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