Feature: Foretold by Rinda Elliott

It is written that three Sisters of Fate have the power
to change the world’s destiny.
But only if they survive…

The Lockwood triplets have had the prophecy drummed into their heads since birth. Still, Raven, the eldest of the sisters, can’t believe it’s really happening. She’s the reincarnation of a Norse goddess? One of the sisters is destined to die? When it starts snowing in summer in Florida, the sisters fear the worst has come to pass. Ragnarok, the Norse end of the world, has begun.

Raven finds herself the secret protector of Vanir, a boy with two wolves, a knowledge of Norse magic and a sense of destiny he can’t quite explain. He’s intense, sexy and equally determined to save her when it becomes clear someone is endangering them. Raven doesn’t know if getting closer to him will make a difference in the coming battle, but her heart isn’t giving her a choice.

Ahead of the sisters is the possibility of death at the hand of a warrior, death by snow, death by water or death by fire.

Or even from something else…

Foretold by Rinda Elliott – Released April 1. Goodreads l Author Website

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Excerpt:

My heart slammed against my rib cage.

It could have been the cold, or the terror, screwing with my head…or my penchant for

scary B movies, but all I could think about were stories about girls who disappear when they’re

alone out on the road.

Honestly, facing my death by drowning scared me, but being raped and murdered and left

to freeze in the growing piles of snow wasn’t the way I wanted to go, either. My adrenaline

spiked. I kept one eye on him and yanked the upper half of my body through the window.

Hell with the tree! I’d jump in the river and swim for it.

“Hang on,” he yelled. “I’ll pull you out!”

“No, thanks,” I shouted back. “I’m good!” I opened my mouth to repeat but choked as a

surge of icy river water swept over the car and into my mouth. I spat it out, along with a twig

and—oh, gross—something slippery that moved against my tongue. Gagging, I spat again and

held on as the flood tried to push me back into the car.

“You’re bleeding a lot, so be still.” The deep voice was right by my head.

Gasping, I turned, swallowing the acid in my throat, not sure where to go. What to do. I

was losing it. Hadn’t even realized he’d crawled that close.

“Hey, kid, if I can see the blood in this dark, with all this water, you’ve got a problem.

Just stop wiggling so I can get ahold of you.”

“Who’s got ahold of you?” My words slurred and that scared me to death, even as the

“kid” thing relieved me a bit. With my black hair cropped close to my head and wet, I probably

looked like a twelve-year-old boy who’d stolen his parents’ car. With nasty river water choking

me, I probably sounded like one, too.

“I’ve got my boots braced, don’t worry.”

Strong hands wrapped around my upper arms and he tugged me through the window

opening. He slid one arm behind my knees. The other went around my shoulders. I stared into

the darkness under the hood. It was creepy, like gazing into a black hollow where a face should

be.

I felt the effort he put into staying on that huge limb. Every step he took was carefully

thought out, strategically placed. “I heard your car go in. Noise travels well out here at night.

And with the crazy weather, that little creek isn’t a creek anymore. It’s running deeper and

stronger than normal. Does anything feel broken?”

“No. I just hit my head.”

“You were lucky.”

By the time he’d carried me back to solid ground, I felt the cold full-force. Violent

shivers racked my body. My head pounded like it had been split. I couldn’t tell if water, snow or

blood dripped down my face and I hoped it was the former. It was hard to see, to even keep my

eyes open with all the wet stuff gumming them up or slamming into my eyeballs when I left

them open. He didn’t stop once we reached the trees. In fact, he picked up the pace.

“My car,” I croaked, my hands sliding on the slippery material of his coat as I tried to

clutch it. His jostling made me want to hurl. “Gods! Can you slow down?”

“Sorry. It’s too cold, you’re too wet and your head looks ugly.”

“Thanks.” Sarcasm. I was still capable of sarcasm.

Laughter shook his chest. “I meant the wound. As for the car, we’ll send someone for it

after the snow sto—” He broke off. “Someone will come get it later.”

I narrowed my eyes even more with that abrupt cutoff. Did he know it probably wouldn’t

stop? I wanted to ask, but my words were taking on separate life, buzzing unsteadily about my

brain like furious, drunken bees. I closed my eyes, swallowed and concentrated on staying

awake and aware.

He stopped and went quiet.

I gasped and managed to finally grab the slick parka. “Hey—” I snapped my mouth shut

as the very wrongness of the moment hit me.

His caution crept into and around me until I could nearly taste the thickness of it on the

air. Then I realized it wasn’t caution. It was magic.

Feature: Foretold by Rinda Elliott

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