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Young Adult Paranormal Romance–Eternal by Debra Glass

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My hopes of having a normal life died when I did. Especially since my near death experience turned me into a clairvoyant with a disfiguring scar. Not exactly most-popular material.

Now, because of me, my whole family has been forced to move to some small town in Tennessee. My parents think a quiet new school and a new set of friends will heal me of the scars I carry both inside and out.

There’s just one problem. I’m being haunted by Jeremiah Ransom, the charming ghost of a Civil War soldier who lived and died in my house. His presence makes me feel perfect. As if there’d never been a wound in the first place.

But I’m afraid that loving him will result in my death all over again.

*Previously published as Haunted.


 

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Book Trailer for Eternal by Debra Glass

List Price: $14.95 6" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm)

Black & White on White paper

272 pages ISBN-13: 978-1479255450

ISBN-10: 1479255459

BISAC: Juvenile Fiction / Paranormal


Excerpt

“Wren, you’re crying.” His drawl was so soft and tender it only made me cry harder.

And then suddenly, he crushed me against him and I became achingly aware of the feel of his ethereal body pressed against mine from head to toe. With his free hand, he lifted my chin so that I looked up into his eyes and then he brushed one of my tears away with the pad of his thumb. My tear–damp lashes fluttered shut and I turned my face more fully into his palm, relishing the all–encompassing feel of this dangerous intimacy.


I wanted to wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder but fear and uncertainty consumed me and I resisted.


His breath fanned my cheeks as he studied my expression, and I intuitively knew he debated whether he should release me or…kiss me.


My heart skidded.


This close, I could see the slight misshapen crook of the bridge of his nose. I’d never noticed that before. This close, I could see his wealth of black lashes, the sharp slash of his high cheekbones and the soft pout of his bottom lip, which was a tiny bit fuller than his top lip. My gaze lingered on his mouth and I hoped for a heart-stopping moment that he would take that next step and kiss me.