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Authors: Sarra Cannon
Sacrifice Me: The Complete Season One
| Sacrifice Me: The Complete Season One |
| Sarra Cannon |
| Dead River Books (2014) |
On her twenty-first birthday, Franki Smith receives a dozen black roses and an unsigned invitation to a nightclub. Two handwritten words near the top haunt her. "Little Bird." Her mother's nickname for her.
Only, Franki's mother disappeared without a trace exactly three years ago to the day.
And the nightclub doesn’t seem to exist.
Who sent the dark gift? Franki's need to answer this question leads her to the doorway of a strange and glamorous new world. A world her mother went to great lengths to keep hidden.
A world someone desperately wants Franki to discover, where forbidden romance and dangerous truths await.
Return to world of the bestselling Peachville High Demons series, this time from the viewpoint of a brand new, kickass heroine. (*You do NOT need to have read the original Peachville series to understand this one!)
Sacrifice Me is a serial new adult paranormal romance with twists and turns that will pull you in and keep you guessing until the last installment. There are six episodes total, each about 60-80 pages long. This is a box set of all 6 episodes. (About 120,000 words or the length of two full novels.)
Sacrifice Me (The Complete Season One)
By Sarra Cannon
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 by Sarra Cannon
eISBN: 978-1-62421-031-0
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or
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To Bella Roccaforte.
For lake retreats, all-night writing sessions,
and for always believing in me.
You are a true friend.
Oh, and for coming up with the name Rend,
which turned out to be absolutely perfect.
Episode 1: The Demon
When you are about to die, they say your life
flashes before your eyes. Life's last gift. A single moment of
clarity so you can see all the things you did wrong.
Every bad decision.
Every mistake.
Every horrible word you said to someone when you
really just wanted them to love you as much as you loved them.
It’s easy to get lost in the regrets of our
past, thinking that if we’d only chosen something different, we
might have been able to save ourselves a hell of a lot of heartbreak.
Only, the thing is, we should really be giving
ourselves more credit for just surviving the best way we know how.
It’s not like we made those bad decisions on purpose. Well, not
most of the time, anyway.
At any given moment, we’re all just doing
the best we can to survive and make a place for ourselves in this
shit-storm we call life.
Looking back, it’s easy to forget just how
broken we were when we made those bad decisions. And most
importantly, it’s easy to overlook the fact that if we were
really able to go back in time and change things, sure, we might
avoid some of the worst heartaches of our lives, but at the same
time, we also might not be standing here, right now, with the one
person we love most in all the world.
What if I'd never opened that invitation?
What if I'd thrown the whole thing in the trash
and gone about my life?
What if I'd never stepped foot inside Venom?
These questions flash through my mind in those
last moments, but then all I can think is that one small change—one
“
better
” decision—and I might have missed
him altogether.
So you know what? If I had the chance to go back
and do it all over again, I wouldn’t change one painful,
gut-wrenching, dangerous, terrifying moment of what I’ve been
through over the past two weeks.
Even knowing it meant the death of me, I’d
go through it all over again, just for him.
Two Weeks Earlier
“Happy Birthday, sleepy head.”
I pulled my pillow over my head, trying to ignore
my roommate, Katy, but I should have known better. She was not one to
give up easily when she set her mind to something.
“Get up,” she called in that sing-song
morning voice I hated and loved at the same time. “I made you
breakfast and everything.”
I peered out from under the pillow, one eye open.
“Chocolate chip pancakes?”
She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the
side. “Of course.”
“With maple syrup?”
“I even made a Starbucks run this morning
and got you a Caramel Macchiato,” she said. “You’re
all set to go into a sugar coma before your first class of the day.”
I rolled over and grabbed her hand, bringing it up
to my lips in a quick kiss. “I don’t deserve you,”
I said.
“You deserve so much better,” she
said. Her mouth twisted into a frown, and I knew she was thinking
about my mother.
Katy had been my best friend for as long as I
could remember and I knew that look. She was feeling guilty because
on her twenty-first birthday, a month earlier, her mother had shown
up in a limousine to take her for tapas at Mercat.
My mother, on the other hand, was nowhere to be
found. She disappeared on my eighteenth birthday, three years ago,
without so much as a fuck-you.
“Don’t give me your guilty face,”
I said. “I don’t want pity pancakes.”
She rolled her eyes. “These are not pity
pancakes. They’re friendship, happy twenty-first birthday
pancakes and they were made with love,” she said. She smacked
my bare thigh. “Now get your ass out of bed before it gets
cold.”