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BOUT THE AUTHOR

Ednah Walters holds a PhD in Chemistry and is a stay-at-home mother of five. She is also a
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Her award-winning, International Bestselling YA Paranormal Romance—Runes Series—started with Runes and has a total of 6 books to date. The last one, Witches, released in March 2015, was a Readers Choice Awards winner. Her most recent addition is Demons, A Runes Companion Novel (Eirik Book 1). Demons is the story of Raines best friend and former crush Eirik Sevill.

Her international bestselling YA Urban Fantasy series, The Guardian Legacy Series, focuses on the Nephilim, children of the fallen angels. —started with Awakened and has a total of 4 books in this series. The latest Forgotten, released in June 2015 (which

 She also writes Contemporary Romance as E.B. Walters-from The Fitzgerald Family series, that started with Slow Burn (she has a total of six books in this series) to her new series Infinitus Billionaire: Impulse (book 1), which was published in January 2015. Indulge (book 2) was released in August 4th, 2015 and Intrigue (Book 3) will be released early 2016. Whether she’s writing about Valkyries, Norns, and Grimnirs, or Guardians, Demons, and Archangels, love, family, and friendship play crucial roles in all her books.

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CURSED

(Book One)

By S.J. West

Since she was eight years old, Lilly Rayne Nightingale felt like Fate was trying to wipe away her existence through a series of odd, near fatal incidences. Luckily, her best friend Will was always one step ahead of Fate preventing her from being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Will was her knight in shining armor until he broke her heart after their one and only kiss.
On Lilly’s first day of college, she meets Brand Cole. Intrigued by Brand, Lilly must decide whether or not she can give up her adolescent fantasy of being reunited with Will and allow Brand the opportunity to conqueror her heart.
Not only do Will and Brand both love Lilly, they share a dark secret neither wants Lilly to discover. Lilly thinks Fate is after her once again when a new series of attempts on her life start to take place, but she soon learns someone of flesh and blood is trying to kill her this time.

CHAPTER ONE

My life is cursed. I’m not sure why I thought my fortunes would magically change when I entered the hallowed realm of college. Perhaps I believed the hype spouted by the recruiter on how I would be able to start a whole new chapter in my life just by going to college. According to her, I would be granted my heart’s desires and become a new person, with a sea of endless possibilities laid at my feet. If I had truly wanted that to happen, I suppose I should have moved to another continent instead of only sixty miles away from home. It simply didn’t put enough distance between my old life and the new one I craved, especially since I shortened the physical distance between myself and the one person in the world I never wanted to see again, Will Kilpatrick.

As I was walking to my very first college lecture, I saw Will handing out flyers to welcome the freshman class of 2012. I hadn’t seen Will in two years, but my one-time best friend still looked the same, heartbreakingly handsome. He was dressed in a light blue button-down shirt tucked into a pair of grey slacks. His short blond hair was cut in the latest shaggy style, accentuating his lean, angular face and bright blue eyes. The friendly, welcoming smile he bestowed on the group of moon-eyed girls surrounding him involuntarily made my heart beat double time.

Not wanting him to see me, I quickly made an about-face to head in the opposite direction of the boy I had shared my very first kiss with, someone with whom I had once upon a time hoped to share the rest of my life.

Seeing Will again played havoc with my psyche and had my heart racing into my throat. I silently berated myself for allowing Will to have such an effect on my physical well-being. Intellectually, I knew by choosing to attend Southeastern College I would eventually run into Will. It was basic statistics. It was only after seeing him that I realized what a delusional fool I had been, thinking my heart had purged itself of the love I once harbored for Will. I began to wonder if I would ever find a way to leave my adolescent fantasies, featuring Will in the role of Prince Charming, behind and go on with my life.

My first day of college had started off badly with the addition of Will back into my world, and it seemed determined to get worse from there.

I ended up missing my first college lecture because I couldn’t find the classroom. The science building was like a real life version of M.C. Escher’s
Relativity,
with its meandering staircases in odd places. I finally asked someone for directions and found out the classroom I was looking for was one of the few rooms which could only be accessed from an outside stairwell since it was housed in the basement of the building. When I finally found the room, my class had already been dismissed. The professor, a kindly old man with thinning grey hair, told me not to worry about it.

“There’s always one person each semester who can’t find the room, Ms. Nightingale,” Dr. Floyd said. “Don’t fret over this one failure.”

Great; not only did I miss my very first college lecture, but I felt sure from Dr. Floyd’s tone he expected me to round out the bottom of the class’s bell curve.

My second class, English Composition, went a lot better. My lifelong best friend and roommate, Tara, shared the class with me and saved me a seat right beside her. Tara and I had grown up living right next to one another in the trailer park her grandmother, Utha Mae, and my mother lived in. I always envied the close connection Tara had with Utha Mae, one I was never able to achieve with my own mother, Cora. Whenever I wanted to feel like a part of a real family, I would sneak over to Tara’s trailer and pretend we were sisters. There was no way anyone would ever believe we were actually sisters, considering how the dark ebony color of Tara’s skin contrasted so starkly against the pale ivory of my own, but if someone were to look beyond the superficial, I was sure they would find us more alike than not.

Tara giggled when I told her about missing my first class.

“Sounds like something you’d do.” She just shook her head at me like I was completely hopeless, which wasn’t that far off the mark, if I were being honest with myself.

After English Composition, I had General Chemistry I. Tara had tried to get the same class as me but wasn’t able to, due to her job.

In order to afford to live off campus in an apartment of our own, we each had to take a job working on campus. Tara found work in the library, and I found a position as a teacher’s aide for a professor in the chemistry department. Neither of us made that much money, but, pooled together, we were going to be all right. Plus, Utha Mae had secretly been placing money into a college fund for each of us over the years.

My mother wasn’t as prepared.

Cora gave me what little she had in her savings account and told me to ask for help if I needed it. I wasn’t completely sure, but I got the distinct feeling my mother was jealous of my attending college, of trying to make a better life for myself. I suppose there had to be a time in my mother’s life when she envisioned herself living the perfect life of a white-picket-fence-type family. Who dreams of becoming a single mother at the age of eighteen, living in a trailer park, and barely scratching by month to month?

After my chemistry class, I met Tara in the Commons for lunch. I was never a big eater of lunch, so I just grabbed a pack of nabs and a soda from the vending machine. I scanned the crowded tables, trying to find Tara, but couldn’t locate her at first. She must have seen my confused face in the crowd, because she stood up waving her arms in the air like I was a plane that needed landing instructions.

When I finally made my way through the maze of tables and students, I saw that Tara was sitting with a couple of girls I recognized from our English class.

“About time you made it, girl,” Tara said as I sat down in the seat next to her at the table. “This here is Nora and Michelle.”

“Tara says y’all know Will Kilpatrick,” Nora said with one of those almost fake- sounding southern accents, like some actors use in the movies. For a moment, I thought she might swoon out of her seat as Will’s name squeezed out between her glossy pink lips.

“What about him?” I asked more curtly than I had intended. It wasn’t this poor girl’s fault she touched a sore spot with me so early on in our acquaintance.

Nora looked over at Michelle a bit uncertainly, like she was afraid to talk about Will now.

“Oh, it’s just that Michelle and I noticed him at the freshman picnic. He was in charge of it.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

And that was the exact reason Tara and I didn’t go to the picnic meant to welcome the new class of students to Southeastern, but I didn’t tell them that. Why should I? I hardly knew these two girls. Plus, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know them any further if all they wanted to do was talk about Will.

“Well, he wasn’t the only one we noticed,” Michelle chimed in to break the noticeable tension I had caused.

Michelle was a bit of a mousy girl, short and thin with board-straight brown hair and plain brown eyes hidden behind a pair of silver wire-rimmed glasses, which only made her eyes disappear even further. She was a stark contrast to Norah who was blonde and beautiful, with a seemingly-perky demeanor.

“Have you guys seen Brandon Cole yet?” Michelle asked breathlessly.

“I don’t think so,” I said, slowly opening my pack of nabs, feeling my defenses slacken a little with the change of subject. “What’s he look like?”

“Oh, you’d know if you saw him,” Nora said. “The proverbial tall, dark, and handsome, except not so dark really. He has the palest skin, but it’s so beautiful, like porcelain, Adonis in the flesh.” Nora cupped her chin in one hand with her head tilted to the side, as if ogling this Brandon Cole with her mind’s eye.

I really wasn’t warming up to Nora very much. Michelle seemed ok, like someone I might like to hang out with outside of class, but Nora was quickly setting my nerves on edge.

“Well, I like my men a little bit darker,” Tara said taking a bite of her pizza. “Y’all can fight over the white meat.”

I scowled at Tara, but she didn’t seem to take any notice, as usual.

Thankfully lunch was short. I soon discovered Michelle and I had the next class together… Physics I. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, having found a lab partner who might actually be a great contributor to our projects.

After we took our seats in the lecture hall where our physics class was held, I heard Michelle take in a sharp breath, like someone had just punched her in the gut.

“Are you ok?” I asked, worried she might become physically ill.

“That’s Brandon Cole,” she said in a wispy voice, like she was having trouble breathing. She discreetly pointed to the boy who had just walked into the room.

I followed the direction of her gaze and felt the earth beneath me give way, or at least that’s the message my brain was sending to the other parts of my body. Nora had been right. Brandon Cole was Adonis in the flesh--tall, at least 6’1”. He had perfect, glowing white skin, like he had a permanent spotlight on him, short, wavy, dark brown hair, and was achingly handsome. Well, that didn’t really seem to be enough of an adjective to describe him. He didn’t look eighteen. If I had to guess, I would say he was in his early or mid-twenties instead. He must have sensed me staring at him because, just before he took the seat right in front of me, his eyes locked with mine. He had the most beautiful grey eyes, with silver flecks that seemed to absorb the light around them and illuminate his entire face. When his gaze met mine, I wanted to look away, but just couldn’t. All I could do was smile, like a child who had guiltily put her hand in the cookie jar one too many times and had just been caught by her parents.

“Hello,” he said sitting down in the seat in front of me and turning around to face me. Holding a hand out, he introduced himself, “I’m Brand.”

Thankfully, all my years of southern hospitality kicked in, and I had the sense to shake his hand and make my own introduction. “Lilly.”

“Nice to meet you, Lilly.”

The way he pronounced my name actually did make me think of the delicate flower I had been named after. As if he needed more added to the list of his perfections, he had the one thing that is every American girl’s kryptonite… a British accent.

I heard a small squeak come from Michelle beside me, which was the only way my attention was going to be drawn away from Brand.

“This is Michelle,” I told him before Michelle had a chance to make a complete fool out of herself.

“Hi!” she chirped, raising a nervously excited hand at him in greeting, like a fan meeting her favorite actor or rock star.

Brand didn’t seem to mind Michelle’s odd behavior and extended his hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Michelle. Have you had a good first day so far?”

“Yes,” Michelle said, her nerves seeming to prevent her from saying anything else to Brand.

“And how about you, Lilly?” Brand asked, returning his undivided attention to me. “How has your first day been?”

“Well, I sort of missed my first class. Couldn’t find the room,” I shrugged. “By the time I figured out my biology class met on the basement floor of the science building, class had already been dismissed.”

“Lilly Nightingale?” Brand asked with a soft laugh and glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Yes,” I said hesitantly, confused by his knowledge of my last name. “How did you know that?”

“I’m in that class, too,” Brand said with an easy grin. “Dr. Floyd asked us to keep an eye out for you in our other classes so we could tell you where the room is.”

I literally hung my head in shame. “Well, that’s just great; now everyone in that class is going to think I’m a complete idiot.”

Brand chuckled. “No, no one’s going to think that, especially not after you ace the first test in there.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I have a feeling about you.” Brand granted me one of his smiles. For some unfathomable reason, I actually did feel like I could do anything, be anyone, and conquer the world! Ok, so I was completely taken by Brand in those few, short minutes. Who wouldn’t have been?

I was only human.

At the end of class, Brand asked, “Can I walk you to your next lecture, Lilly?”