What they find at St. Brigid’s is a world beyond their imagination. Little by little they piece together the information of their family’s heritage, their estranged Father, and the legend of the Holder race that decrees Ryland is the one they’ve been waiting for. However, they are all–especially Becca–in for a surprise that will change what they thought they knew about themselves and their kind. She meets Alex, a Holder who is fiercely loyal to their race, and for some reason, Becca and Ryland. There’s an attraction between Becca and Alex that can’t be denied, but her true nature seems destined to keep them apart. However, certain destinies may not be as clear cut as everyone has always believed them to be. Becca is lost, but found at the same time. Can she bring herself to leave Ryland now that he’s settled and can clearly see his future? Will she be able to put the the feelings she has for Alex aside and head back to the US? And can Becca and Ryland ever forgive their father for what he’s done?
Sudden as it was, if Ryland wanted to hang out, I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was clear I had been his plan B for the afternoon; that was fine by me, I’d take what I could get.
“OK, then,” I said casually, turning back to my packing efforts. “Nothing’s up, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing,” he sighed. “You guys still going to the castle tomorrow?” he asked as he nudged my suitcase to the side with his foot so he could sprawl out across the bed.
“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?” I chided, picking up the stack of shirts he’d knocked over. “Yep, tomorrow morning.”
“Is it really a castle? Do you get to stay there?”
“Yes, it’s a real castle,” I said, smiling at his enthusiasm as I stuffed a handful of underwear into my suitcase, “but I doubt it’s the kind of castle you’re thinking of. The inside has been renovated dozens of times, so now it’s basically a really nice hotel. People have weddings and parties there all the time.”
“Oh,” he frowned, let down. “But it still looks like a castle on the outside, right?”
“Is there a moat?”
“No moat,” I chuckled, “sorry.”
“I doubt it.” And even if there was, odds are it would have long since been turned into a wine cellar.
Ryland said something else, but I didn’t catch it. I was distracted by the unmistakable feel of Alex approaching my room. I looked up, expecting to see him smiling in the doorway – but it was empty. That was odd…
“What’s wrong?” Ryland asked, as I looked out into the empty hallway through the still-open door.
“Nothing,” I said, glancing around the room once more before eyeing the ceiling. Alex’s room was directly above mine, he must have gone there first.
“Is that your dress?” Ry asked, pointing to the garment bag hanging over the back of my desk chair.
“One of them is, yes,” I said, grabbing my toiletry bag from the bathroom, suddenly eager to be done packing.
“Can I see it?”
“My dress? Why?”
“I don’t know, I want to see it.”
“I tried to show you the sketch the seamstress did and I believe your exact words were, ‘What’s it matter, aren’t all dresses the same?’”
“I changed my mind,” he said, hopping off the bed. “Which one is it?”
“The top bag,” I said, giving up the fight with him in favor of starting one with the zipper on my suitcase. “Just be caref–” I stopped short as suddenly it all came together; Ry leaving the door open, feeling Alex nearby but not seeing him, Ry wanting to see my dress… And it almost worked.
Just as Ryland’s hand went for the garment bag, I reached over and snatched it away. “Nice try,” I said, triumphant grin on my face.
“What?” Ry asked, eyes a bit too innocent.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” I said, laying the garment bags down and turning to the “empty” space in the middle of my room, shaking my head with a scowl. “You are in so much trouble…”
My threat hung in the air only a second before there was a visible ripple in the air and Alex appeared, standing in the corner of my room, a guilty grin on his face.
“That’s so cool,” Ryland whispered in awe as I glared, crossing my arms.
“You were hiding from me?”
“Wish I could do that…” Ry continued to moon.
“And you,” I snipped turning to him, “this is why you came to see me? So you could help pull one over on me?”
“No,” Ry said, defensively, “I came on my own, thank you very much. Then Alex saw me coming in and asked me to help him,” he finished, looking over to Alex to back his story.
Alex shook his head. “Nope, didn’t happen.”
“Did too!” Ry yelled, shocked and appalled at the betrayal.
“Sorry buddy,” Alex shrugged, “every man for himself.”
Not about to be turned on, Ry grabbed the pillow from my bed and took a swat at him. “Traitor!” Alex easily avoided the assault, stepping back with a laugh, grabbing the pillow and pulling Ry toward him, flipping him around. A moment later, Alex had the pillow in one arm while holding Ry in a playful headlock in the other.
“What he actually came to ask,” Alex told me with a chuckle, “was if we wanted to go to dinner tonight.”
“Not sure I want to eat with either of you,” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“Me either!” Ry mumbled as he struggled against Alex’s arm.
“What if,” Alex said letting him go, “I make it so no one can see you when we walk back to your dorm after dinner?”
“Really?” Ry asked, perking up immediately. “The whole way?”
“From the dining hall all the way to your room.”
“I still have to pack, so how about we meet you over there in an hour?” Alex asked him.
“Cool!” he said skipping to the door, completely distracted by the idea of spending a good five minutes of the day invisible. “See you there! Bye Becca!”
As Ryland took off down the hall, I continued to glare at Alex as he went over to the door, shutting it slowly. Once he clicked the lock into place, he slid his hands into his pockets and turned back to face me, his eyes smiling as they looked out from under his eyebrows like a guilty puppy.
“Hi… Sorry… Hi…”
My eyes narrowed as my lips pressed together. “You do not hide from me, sir.”
“Sorry,” he smiled.
“Mmmhmm.” I pursed my lips.
“Maybe I can make it up to you,” he suggested, stepping toward me with a sly edge to his grin.
“You better have something better in mind than making me invisible,” I said, already fighting to stay stern and keep my longing in check.
“Hmm,” he hummed, taking my face in his hands and closing the space between us. “I might have a few ideas.”
Seers kept me turning the pages as I fell in love with Becca and Alex all over again.”
turns and some pretty fantastic characters which all combined to keep me glued to the pages.”
can do, I cannot wait to see what is next. The Holders was refreshing and just one heck of a good read.”
series because I couldn’t imagine not being able to read a continuation of Becca’s story. The Holders is a novel too entertaining and emotionally charged to pass up!”
– but it was really the characters that sold this novel for me.”
While Julianna had always excelled in writing throughout school, she’d never considered it a career possibility until about three years ago, when she’d gotten her first story idea and decided to go for it. She grabbed her laptop, started typing away, and has never looked back.
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