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C.J. Anaya!!!
The Healer (The Healer #1)
by
C.J. Anaya
A girl, a
prophecy and two warring gods equals destiny!
Seventeen-year-old
Hope Fairmont longs for a normal teenage life, but with a gift like
hers, normal equals healing illnesses and injuries instantly. Keeping
a secret like that isn’t easy, but a small town is the perfect
place for her to heal those who can’t heal themselves, and an even
better place for her father, James Fairmont, to hide his daughter
from the rest of the world.
Life takes an
unexpected turn when two handsome strangers move into town and begin
unearthing other secrets concerning Hope's future and past, revealing
to Hope that her gift for healing may be the fulfillment of an
ancient, Japanese prophecy gone wrong.
Staying away
from these mysterious newcomers would be the smart thing to do, but
Victor's gentle, easy manner, and Tie's mixed signals and strange
mood swings draw her hopelessly closer to revealing the secret she
and her father have been so desperate to hide.
Hope's life is
complicated further with visions of a previous life and the arrival
of an unknown enemy sent to assassinate her before she learns what
she is truly capable of.
With the support
of her father, the fiery loyalty of her best friend Angie, and the
child-like love of Kirby, a ten-year-old patient, Hope must fight
against the forces of a relentless demon god while unwinding the
tangled pieces of her past, proving to herself and those she loves
that destiny isn’t determined by some cosmic reading of the stars,
but by the individual choices one makes.
Embark upon a
journey of heart-stopping adventure in this contemporary young adult
paranormal romance filled with mythological creatures, Japanese gods,
divine healing powers and a romantic love triangle. A romantic story
of love, loss and second chances, this clean teen paranormal romance
infuses traditional mythology, fantasy and contemporary themes to
create a thrilling story readers are sure to enjoy.
Excerpt
It was annoying,
really, this feeling of being watched, wondering if I was going crazy
or if the strange presence I’d felt over the past two weeks was
more than just a figment of my imagination. I guess it was possible I
was imagining the whole thing. Considering the level of paranoia my
father operated under on a daily basis, and the fact I had a tendency
to absorb other people’s emotions as if they were my own, there was
a distinct possibility I was losing it.
I wasn’t
afraid of my watcher, even though fear would have been a healthy
response. I simply understood I was capable of the impossible,
possessing skills that were valuable to people both good and bad. The
thought of someone spying on me seemed inevitable at this point.
My father did
everything he could to keep my particular skill set a secret. For all
intents and purposes I was your average seventeen-year-old who lived
her life just like any other teenager. I dealt with normal teenage
problems and had normal teenage experiences.
Oh yeah, I’m
totally normal.
I think I was
just ready for something to finally happen. I was also sick of hiding
who I was and what I was capable of. Instead of ignoring my stalker,
I was tempted to turn around and confront this faceless observer.
That’s it!
That’s exactly what I would do. I would turn around, throw my hands
up in the air and scream, “Okay, you got me. You’ve finally
figured it out. Take me to whatever freaky government lab you want
and start dissecting my brain for answers. Then maybe you will be
able to tell me why I do what I do.”
It wasn’t that
I didn’t understand my powers. I just couldn’t figure out why I
was the only person who had them; the only person on this planet
capable of healing illnesses and injuries in ten seconds or less.
I almost laughed
at that last thought. Ten seconds or less…it could have been a
catchy business slogan if miraculous healings were something the
general public accepted as totally within the realm of normal.
I was so not
normal.
I’d been
pondering the “why” for years, but had never been able to find
any answers. My father refused to dig deeper and tended to avoid the
topic whenever I brought it up. I couldn’t tell if this was some
form of denial or maybe some kind of coping mechanism for raising a
daughter with supernatural abilities. On the other hand, I always
felt like he knew more than he was willing to discuss, and I never
pushed him to open up about it because I was scared he might actually
tell me. I wanted answers, and I was afraid of what those answers
might reveal.
About
the Author
C. J. Anaya began
writing short stories for family and friends when she was thirteen
years old. This soon morphed into an extensive project every year
during Christmas as a way to create a fun and inexpensive Christmas
gift.
Her passion for
reading and writing led her to following her own dreams of becoming a
published author. She was born in Utah and raised everywhere else.
She even lived a few years in Brazil, enjoying the people, the
culture and learning the beautiful language of Portuguese.
As a mother of four
children she can be found at any given time changing diapers, playing
dress-ups with her daughters, getting her fanny kicked in Mario Kart
by her snarky little son, and escaping into a corner of the house
with her kindle for a nice, quiet (lol in her dreams) read. She is
also married to the most deliciously, handsome looking Latino. As
always, she has plenty to write about.
Author
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Coup Publishing
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