Title: Chrysocolla (Book 4 of The Chalcedony Chronicles)
Author: B. Kristen McMichaels
Genre: Fantasy/Romance/Time Travel/YA/Clean NA
Mari’s travels have finally brought her home. First she found her father, and then just like every child’s dream that lost a parent when they were young, she even got to reunite her mother and father. Everything is perfect and just as it always should have been, except for one little detail: Kye. Kye had made it clear that for the future to be correct, things should be different. They aren’t. Now Mari is left to try to find out how to beat Logan without really knowing how to play the game. Making it home wasn’t the end, but just the beginning of her struggles.
Logan has not given up hope of winning over Mari. She might not want to be with him, but it isn’t beyond him to do anything to keep her to himself. Logan cares for no one but her, and he is prepared to do anything to keep her. Mari doesn’t agree with his feelings and can’t wait to be rid of him, once she figures out how. Every time she feels they are getting ahead, Logan finds another way to ruin it. It’s a race to see who can come out on top. Can Mari outlast Logan? Can Mari find a way to make sure her future is the one she wants?
B. Kristin McMichael is the author of YA and clean NA paranormal fiction. Her vampiric “Night Human World” includes the YA coming of age series “The Blue Eyes Trilogy” and the spin-off adventure series “The Day Human Trilogy”. She’s also the author of the NA time travel romance series “The Chalcedony Chronicles”.
B. Kristin graduated with her PhD in biology at Ohio State where she worked as a scientist before taking her passion of writing full-time. Besides writing, she enjoys chasing her kids, playing outside, and baking cookies.
B. Kristin McMichael lives in Ohio with her husband and three children.
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Person after person approached me to touch my hand and mumble some sort of greeting. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but just played along since my father and Seth both seemed to understand. The crowd around me pressed tightly as more people tried to touch my hand. I got the feeling they understood I wasn’t going to stand around all night doing it, and would walk away as soon as I could.
“Don’t think this changes anything,” a way-too-familiar voice said into my ear. My heart beat faster, and I didn’t want to turn and confirm what I already knew. Logan was in my father’s palace. “You will still be mine. I can see our son is still here, and that’s all I need to know. This changes nothing. Once I find the last stone, I’ll be coming for you and there will be nothing your father can do to stop me.”
I turned to fire a retort at him even though I had no clue what I was going to say. He backed up and flashed me one of his model Logan smiles before fading among the guests who were still trying to touch me. I stared dumbfounded and watched him go.
Coming to my senses, I looked around the room to see if I could see the rest of my family and friends. The mob was too tight, and I just wasn’t tall enough. I dropped my hand and began to push through the mass of people to where my father and mother were. Everyone parted and allowed me through. Seth came out of the crowd also just as easily as I had. When I reached my parents, my father bent down and touched his forehead to mine.
“I’m so happy you returned to us,” he told me.
My mother beamed from beside him. They were beyond happy. This was probably the day they both had been waiting their whole lives for. I couldn’t ruin it by telling them about Logan. I’d have to wait and talk to Kye. This was their wedding day, and they deserved to have it without worry. Even with everything, I was happy to be there with them.
I looked around the hall of people. Once I reached my father, everyone took that as their cue to go back to their little groups and enjoy the night. Seth waited just below us on the stairs as he watched me. I wanted to decipher his smile, but I was too worried now about Logan. I scanned the crowd and my father’s words rung way too true in my head. I was happy to have returned to him, but unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who returned.