Veiled Existence

Veiled Existence

by Barbara Pietron

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Overview

Veiled Existence by Barbara Pietron

When Jeni's boyfriend, Ice, doesn't show up to join her on vacation, she discovers that he's not only been abducted, but cursed—a curse that makes him a threat to Jeni's life. The quest for answers leads to an entity from Irish and Celtic legend, an immortal witch that has been exacting her vengeance for centuries. To best this formidable foe, Jeni must embrace ancient druid magic and break the curse before it takes her life.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780991602131
Publisher: Scribe Publishing Company
Publication date: 11/07/2017
Series: Legacy In Legend Series , #2
Pages: 304
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range: 11 - 18 Years

About the Author

After years in the corporate world, Barbara Pietron found herself with a second chance to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up. Her lifetime love of books and the written word returned one answer: writer.

Pietron’s Book One of the Legacy in Legend series, Thunderstone (Scribe Publishing Company, 2013), was a finalist for Indiefab’s 2013 Young Adult Book of the Year by Foreword Reviews, and in 2012 Thunderstone was a quarter-finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest. As such, Barbara won a full manuscript review from Publishers Weekly, which called Thunderstone “…well-written and entertaining,” adding that “… Jeni makes for a likeable protagonist that readers will identify with.”

Pietron also wrote a stand-alone novel, Soulshifter (Scribe Publishing Company, 2015), and a prequel to the Legacy in Legend series, Heart of Ice (e-book only, Scribe Publishing Company, 2014). She has been a contributing writer for AAA Living and Family Fun. Find out more at www.barbarapietron.com.

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Jeni trudged along the deck like a death row inmate destined for the electric chair, the food she'd managed to eat sitting like lead in her stomach. She did not want to ask her cousin to go with her, but it was the only way she'd get her parents' permission to leave the riverboat cruise.

Pausing at his stateroom door, she fingered the stone at her throat, her breathing shallow. Seesawing the pendant across its rawhide tie, Jeni asked herself for the umpteenth time if she was making the right choice.

Sucking in a deep breath, she knocked on the door. Movement from inside set her heart pounding and she jumped at the metallic snap of the latch.

Tyler's face emerged in the slice of door opening, fixing her with a hard stare. "What's up?"

"Can I come in?"

"No." He swung the door the minimum width he needed to slip through, and then pulled it nearly closed behind him. Despite his efforts, Jeni caught a quick glimpse inside. A pair of legs—decidedly female—extended from the bottom bunk.

He was never going to agree to this.

Tyler jutted his chin toward her. "What? Your boyfriend's sick and your friend went home so now you're bored? Or are you lonely?"

Jeni almost walked away then. Almost. "Neither." She struggled to keep her voice devoid of emotion. "I need your help."

He regarded her with a tight gaze, crossing his arms over his chest. "What kind of help?"

Realizing she was wringing her hands awkwardly, Jeni shoved them into her pockets. Lifting her chin, she shook her bangs out of her eyes and met his stare. "Ice isn't sick. He's missing."

His jaw muscles flexed as he clenched his teeth. "Missing."

"Yes, since last night. He disappeared from a party."

Her cousin's features softened into a bland expression that masked either amusement or pity, she wasn't sure which, and didn't appreciate either. "Alone or with someone else?" he asked.

Fisting her hands in her pockets, Jeni stabbed her fingernails into her palms. "It's not like it sounds, okay? You know Ice. He's not that kind of guy."

"Every guy is that kind of guy. Especially if they're drunk." Tyler leaned a shoulder on the door frame.

Jeni exhaled an exasperated breath. "He wasn't drunk. Look, I've spoken to his roommate and another friend. There's evidence of foul play."

His eyebrows twitched. "Has anyone notified the police?"

"Of course." God, she hated his condescending tone. "But they're going to think exactly what you think: that he got drunk and wandered off or left with some girl. But there are reasons to believe something strange is going on. I can tell you the details if you want, or I can just get to the point."

"By all means, spare me the details."

"I planned to go and help look for him. His friend agreed to pick me up tomorrow when the boat gets to Red Wing, but my parents won't let me go alone." She paused to swallow. "Carolyn had to leave. So I need... I thought I'd ask..." Her cheeks flamed.

Tyler's eyes glittered as he watched her flounder. He knew what she was getting at, but had no intention of making it any easier for her.

"Please." The appeal rang of surrender. "Will you go with me?"

Both of Tyler's eyebrows disappeared behind his shaggy hair, and then reappeared as he narrowed his eyes at her. He pushed off the door frame, seeming to tower over her. "Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You're asking me to go with you to look for Ice?"

He was drawing out the moment just to torture her. "Forget it," Jeni said, turning away.

Tyler caught her shoulder and rotated her back to face him. "I'll go." His voice was oddly soft.

Jeni blinked. "You... you will?"

He nodded. "You know why?"

Jeni shook her head.

"Because I know if I don't, you'll go anyway. You'll sneak off the boat and make everyone worry. So for the sake of the rest of the family, I'm gonna cover your butt. Again."

Jeni glared at him defiantly, wanting to spit back that he could forget it, she didn't need his help, she'd figure it out for herself. "Whatever," she barked instead, spinning on her heel. "Nine thirty tomorrow morning."

She stomped away, fuming, her teeth grinding together. It infuriated her that she was so desperate. That she couldn't argue with him.

Because he was right.

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