by C.A. Pack
Genre: YA Paranormal/Fantasy
Release date: February 7th 2017
Artiqua Press
Summary from Goodreads:
Oh, no! Johanna Charette and Jackson Roth have allowed a sneaky shapeshifter to slip right through their fingers. The good news is that he’s now trapped between the layers of time and space with their Terrorian nemesis, Nero 51. The bad news is the Terrorian wants to control all the Libraries of Illumination, while the shapeshifter wants to control everything else. Who knows how long the Illumini system will remain safe? It’s taking a toll on Johanna and Jackson, who are smack in the center of everything as they struggle to protect the libraries’ legacy. Can you spell s-t-r-e-s-s? The pressure is driving a stake between the teens, and their mercurial romance could be over before it has truly begun.
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About the Author
C. A. Pack is the author of
the Library of Illumination series of YA paranormal fantasy
novelettes, along with Chronicles: The Library of Illumination (2014), The
Second Chronicles of Illumination (2015) and The Third
Chronicles of Illumination (2017).
Pack also writes for a general audience. Her first novel, Code Name: Evangeline—is an historical spy thriller which takes place in the 1930's. The author followed it up with Evangeline's Ghost—a fantasy about the death of that same spy. She recently completed work on Evangeline's Ghost: Houdini, and is currently working on Evangeline's Ghost: The Bridge.
Pack is an award winning journalist from New York who worked as an anchor/reporter and educator (she considers herself the fairy-godmother of telvision news reporters)—and has written for WNBC, LI News Tonight and News 12 Long Island. She also worked on PBS documentaries, radio and television commercials and created and produced a pilot for a news show focusing solely on marriage and wedding trends.
She's a past president of the Press Club of Long Island and a proud member of International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime. Pack has been a speaker or panelist for organizations such as Women in Communications, Fair Media Council, and the Society of Professional Journalists.
The author lives with her husband and two picky parrots “on” Long Island, New York.
Pack also writes for a general audience. Her first novel, Code Name: Evangeline—is an historical spy thriller which takes place in the 1930's. The author followed it up with Evangeline's Ghost—a fantasy about the death of that same spy. She recently completed work on Evangeline's Ghost: Houdini, and is currently working on Evangeline's Ghost: The Bridge.
Pack is an award winning journalist from New York who worked as an anchor/reporter and educator (she considers herself the fairy-godmother of telvision news reporters)—and has written for WNBC, LI News Tonight and News 12 Long Island. She also worked on PBS documentaries, radio and television commercials and created and produced a pilot for a news show focusing solely on marriage and wedding trends.
She's a past president of the Press Club of Long Island and a proud member of International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime. Pack has been a speaker or panelist for organizations such as Women in Communications, Fair Media Council, and the Society of Professional Journalists.
The author lives with her husband and two picky parrots “on” Long Island, New York.
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Third Chronicles of
Illumination Except
After dinner, Jackson asked Johanna to take a walk around the
block so he could “work off” his steak. The sun slipped below the tree line and
the streetlights came on as they walked. He took Johanna’s hand and gently
rubbed his thumb over her knuckle. “I think we need a plan.”
“There’s really not that much we can do,” she answered, “until the
Terrorians strike.”
“I’m not talking about the Terrorians. I mean we need a plan.”
She pulled her hand from his. “This is not a good time to be
thinking about your raging hormones. We may be fighting a war soon, and I think
that takes precedence.”
He let out an audible breath. “It has nothing to do with raging
hormones. You talked about taking college courses. I want to take some, too.
I’d like to look at a class schedule and decide what courses I want to take,
but we need to make sure the library is covered. We need to coordinate when our
classes will be so everything runs smoothly.”
“Where’s the real Jackson Roth? And who are you?”
“What?”
“You’re thinking so pragmatically; you sound like me.”
“Well, I was going to ask you if I could stay on living at the
library after my family goes back home, but when you started in on my ‘raging
hormones,’ I decided to switch gears.”
“I knew it. But you’re right.”
He twirled her around. “I can move in permanently?”
“I meant about the class schedule. We really should decide on that
now. Most students have already registered for the fall semester.”
Jackson’s shoulders slumped. “Oh.”
“Let’s just take a wait-and-see approach about your other ‘plan.’”
He raised his eyebrows. “You mean you’ll actually consider it?”
She smiled at how quickly he perked up. “It’s a possibility. You
turn eighteen in October, and considering you’ll be old enough to get drafted
or vote, I think you’ll have the maturity to know you’ll be living here as a
curator and that we’re not playing house.”
“Not playing house. Right. But I could still do this sometimes,
couldn’t I?” He slid his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. She
wrapped her arms around his waist, and they melted into one another in the
twilight. The horn of a passing car broke through their sudden show of passion.
“Get a room,” someone shouted out the window.
They could hear laughing as the car drove away. Jackson shook his
head. “Jokers.”
“Do you hear that?”
A soft mewling sound came from nearby shrubbery.
“Yeah.” Jackson walked over and bent down, pushing the branches
away. A tiny white kitten with bloody fur huddled against the stem. “It’s a
kitten. It looks like it’s injured.” He reached for it. The kitten battled him
with her claw, drawing blood. “And now I’m injured, too,” Jackson said, pulling
his hand away.
“Move over.” Johanna crouched down next to him and chanted a few
words from one of Myrddin’s calming spells. She reached for the kitten and
removed it from under the bush without a problem. “She’s hurt. Let’s take her
back to the library, clean her up, and see what we can do for her.”
“Shouldn’t we take her straight to the vet?”
“Now that I have a few of Myrddin’s tricks up my sleeve, I’d like
to try them out.”
Jackson spoke sweetly to the injured animal. “You used to be a
kitten, but now you’re a guinea pig.”
“Don’t listen to him,” she said softly to the little ball of
fluff. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
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