When Ania moves from London to Swansea city in Wales she is
hoping that her life will get a bit more exciting, after all she is
running away from her controlling mother to taste more freedom and feel
more independent. Everything seems to be going the way she wanted until
she almost dies while taking a quiet walk around the beach in the late
evening.
When she opens her eyes, nothing seems the same...
She starts seeing people that no one else is able to notice. An enchanting looking man keeps following her and Ania’s life seems to getting more exciting than she ever wished for.
After the attack something changes inside her, she has been blessed with the new frightening gift of seeing and hearing sprites all around her... the magical creatures that only existed in folklore, myths and legends of Britain.
Gabriel is attractive and handsome but no ... he is not a vampire. He keeps coming back and Ania feels an instant connection between them but this might get her into more trouble. Supernatural romance is not on her mind right now.
Because he is forbidden to even touch her ... the line between the death and love has never been so thin and the sprites won’t stop whispering until ... she will choose to love or abandon Gabriel.
When she opens her eyes, nothing seems the same...
She starts seeing people that no one else is able to notice. An enchanting looking man keeps following her and Ania’s life seems to getting more exciting than she ever wished for.
After the attack something changes inside her, she has been blessed with the new frightening gift of seeing and hearing sprites all around her... the magical creatures that only existed in folklore, myths and legends of Britain.
Gabriel is attractive and handsome but no ... he is not a vampire. He keeps coming back and Ania feels an instant connection between them but this might get her into more trouble. Supernatural romance is not on her mind right now.
Because he is forbidden to even touch her ... the line between the death and love has never been so thin and the sprites won’t stop whispering until ... she will choose to love or abandon Gabriel.
Author's bio
Joanna Mazurkiewicz
was born in Poland. She moved to United Kingdom when she was only
nineteen and just finished high school. She had aspired to be a writer
upon completion of the Harry Potter series but also enjoyed reading
books like ‘Gone with the Wind’, ’Animal Farm’ and ‘The doll’. She
graduated from Swansea University with a bachelor degree in American
Studies. While studying in the UK she made a decision to start writing
fiction in English.
The “Whispers of the Sprite” is her first debut novel and she is currently working on the second book in the series. Joanna lives in Cowbridge, a small town in South Wales near Cardiff with her boyfriend Bruce. She enjoys cycling around Welsh countryside some of which has become the settings in her first series.
The “Whispers of the Sprite” is her first debut novel and she is currently working on the second book in the series. Joanna lives in Cowbridge, a small town in South Wales near Cardiff with her boyfriend Bruce. She enjoys cycling around Welsh countryside some of which has become the settings in her first series.
I also attach the excerpt, cover and my pic
Excerpt:
The tearing pain in my stomach wakes me up late in the night. The
clock on the wall is showing a few minutes past 2 am. The lower part of my body feels as though
someone is tearing apart every inch of my skin, the excruciating sharp pulsing
pain is penetrating my stomach. It's unbearable and I need to call for a nurse.
I try to move a little but I am only making it worse. The hospital is encircled
by solitude, my room is separate and I am alone. In the darkness, I try to find
the switch to call for help but I am not sure where or which button to press. I
look around the room, and I gasp in fear because I realise that I am not alone.
There is someone by the window once again,
and my heart starts to accelerate. My subconscious is telling me to scream, the
shock mutes my words. The pain is getting worse and I am in agony but my eyes
are looking at the tall figure in the corner. I tell myself that he is only in
my imagination and in few seconds, the room will be empty. I turn my head to
the right and I open my eyes, he is standing right beside me. I am trying to
concentrate on his face but I am on the edge of passing out. The doctor wasn't
right about strong medication. In the darkness, the odd man looks real and if I
had all my strength, I could reach out my hand and touch him. He places his
palm on my forehead; his touch is warm and hypnotising. The pain slowly drifts
out of my body and after a few seconds, I am dreaming about his thrilling azure
eyes.
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