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Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date. For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now. Javascript is not enabled in your browser. Enabling JavaScript in your browser will allow you to experience all the features of our site. Learn how to enable JavaScript on your browser. NOOK Book. It starts with a whisper: "It's time for you to know who you are The boy she loves will betray her.

Her enemy will save her. She will have to decide just how much she's willing to sacrifice. A centuries old war between fallen angels and the protectors of humanity chooses a new fighter. It's a battle Violet doesn't want, but she lives her life by two rules: don't run and don't quit.

If angels seek vengeance and humans are the warriors, you could do a lot worse than betting on Violet Eden. Only he never told her he's Grigori-part human, part angel-and that he was training her for an ancient battle between Angels and Exiles. In a world of dark and light, he is all shades of gray. Two sides: Angel or Exile. Two guys: Lincoln or Phoenix. The wrong choice could cost not only her life, but her eternity Get ready for a confident, kick-butt, well-defined heroine. A lot of us.

But how many of us stayed in love with the same person? Jessica Shirvigton has been lucky enough to marry the man she fell in love with at seventeen, Matthew Shirvington--Olympic sprinter, five-time national m champion, and current sports personality with Australia's Foxtel and Sky News. Jessica and her family live outside Sydney, Australia, where she is currently working on the next book in the Embrace series.

Read an Excerpt "Outside, among your fellows, among strangers, you must preserve appearances, a hundred things you cannot do; but inside, the terrible freedom! It's hard to get too excited about the day that marks the anniversary of your mother's death. It's not that I blame myself for her not being here. No one could have known she wouldn't survive childbirth.

It's not that I miss her either. I mean, I never knew her in the first place. But it is the one day each year that at some point I'll be forced to ask myself, Was it worth it?

Was my life worth taking hers? I stared out the bus window, avoiding. Steph was blabbering on, something about the perfect dress, completely absorbed in what she was saying. She was relentless when it came to the science of shopping.

I could feel her watching me, disappointed with my cheer level. Buildings flashed past through the frame of the smudged glass and I couldn't help but wish my seventeenth birthday tomorrow would slide by in the same hazy blur. My name, my signature. It just happened to be connected to Dad's account.

A by-product of being the only person at home who actually bothered to pay any bills. I knew Steph wouldn't understand if I told her I wasn't in the mood, so I lied. I have a training session. For a moment I thought she was going to call me out on my fake alibi. But then she segued onto a topic we seemed to be discussing more and more often as of late. Although the training part wasn't true, I did have plans to see him later on and was already doing my best not to keep a minute-by-minute countdown.

Steph rolled her eyes. I sat back and let her vent. It was easier that way. Steph didn't get it and I couldn't blame her—I'd never told her all of the reasons why training was so important to me. Some things are just too hard to talk about. And don't pretend you actually like them all. I know for a fact that you hate long-distance running. If I didn't have Lincoln's butt to stare at the whole time, motivation would be a lot harder to come by. I busied myself by rummaging through my backpack, which was jammed with all the books they force you to take home on the last day before break.

Steph didn't seem put off. It was like something deep within me found comfort in his presence. Crushing with the best of 'em, Vi! Too bad it was a lost cause. It had been that way ever since the moment I'd first met him two years ago. He was a late entry into a self-defense class I'd signed up for.

When he was partnered with me, what I thought was going to be another mediocre attempt on my part to get fit and strong became so much more. I never found out why Lincoln had taken the class. He clearly knew more than the instructor, moving through the exercises with the kind of ease and grace that made it clear he was in another league.

After the first couple of weeks, when I was finally able to string more than two words together around him, I asked him why he was there. He shrugged it off, saying it was always good to do a refresher class. By the end of the three-month course, I was learning more from him than from the instructor, and he offered to give me some kickboxing lessons. Now I get the best of both worlds.

I get stronger every day—our list of activities has expanded to include rock climbing, running, even an archery course—and I get to hang out with Lincoln. It's perfect She can never stay mad for long. Unfortunately, she was right. I knew Dad had given her strict instructions, due to my lack of spirit and his lack of know-how, to make sure I had a new dress for my birthday dinner tomorrow night. The clock was ticking—shopping was inevitable. As the bus slowed for its next stop, Steph stood up from our seat, three rows from the back.

That left about three rows we could work with, the ones that apparently put us in the not-trying-to-but-can't-help-being-cool section. The ironic thing was, if judged purely on academic achievements, Steph was the biggest geek I knew. Of course, she never publicized the fact that she was some kind of borderline genius. I laughed.

Luckily for me, Steph wasn't only a label girl. For all the designer clothes she paraded around in, she was surprisingly balanced. The fact that she was from a seriously moneyed-up family and was usually wearing something that cost more than my entire wardrobe didn't adversely affect our friendship. I didn't overly care for material possessions and she didn't overly care that I didn't. Fantastic, make sure you jab him in the gut a few times for taking up all your free time and depriving me of my bff.

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All opinions expressed are my own. I receive no compensation for reviews. One of my favorite reading experiences of the year! Violet Eden dreads her seventeenth birthday. Violet is determined to get some answers, but nothing could have prepared her for the truth. A centuries-old battle between fallen angels and the protectors of humanity has chosen its new warrior.

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