About the Book
Author: Jacinda Buchmann
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Life—the existence of truly living—doesn't begin until you close the door on the past.
My post-high school goals had been right on track—literally. But when the doctors said that I could no longer run, I was faced with two choices—give up or change direction.
Unexpectedly, singing became my new passion—a passion fueled by the most gorgeous guy I had ever met.
I can't say that I believe in love at first sight, but after meeting Gavin, I can now say with certainty that I believe in recognition at first meeting.
He was unquestionably my soul mate.
Only one obstacle stood in our way.
He was a ghost.
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Book Excerpt
"We'll find other hobbies for you," my mother chimed in, trying to sound encouraging. "Maybe you can take some art or pottery classes or music... You've never played an instrument. You might like it."
I sat on the edge of the exam table, numb and speechless. Had I heard her right?
"No," I said flatly, refusing to look at anyone and staring straight ahead at the door. I needed to get out of there. "A hobby? A hobby? Are you serious? Running is not a hobby! Running is a part of who I am. You have no idea. None of you do. I need to go. Now."
I pushed myself off the table but misjudged my usual sense of balance. Instead of landing firmly on my feet, I stumbled forward, practically landing in Dr. Rogers's lap. Catching me by the shoulders, he held on with firm hands to steady me.
"There now," he said. "Are you okay?"
The room began spinning and my ears were ringing. Were my parents talking? Their words sounded muffled and far away. Oh, God. Not again, I thought. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain control over my out-of-control physical reactions. Please don't pass out. Please don't pass out, I silently coached myself.
It seemed that my efforts were futile though. My stupid heart made it perfectly clear that it was now in control of my life and I no longer had a say in what I got to do.
Please don't pass out, I thought once more, but it was no use. The only thing I can say I was grateful for was the fact that Dr. Rogers still had a firm hold on me when I fainted.
