Out now from Swoon Romance.
Sixteen-year-old Mya Jones is cursed.
She is, hands down, the most beautiful creature on earth. But beauty can wound, and Mya finds herself reviled and shunned by her peers. If there is even a chance that she could start over, Mya longs to take it, no matter the risks.
So when the strange Mr. Merk offers her a new life away from home, Mya is hesitant but hopeful. Only she didn't count on the mysterious Ross, or her feelings for him.
BEAUTIFUL CURSE is a contemporary retelling of the myth of Psyche and Cupid.
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Jen McConnel first began writing poetry as a child. A Michigander by birth, she now lives and writes in the beautiful state of North Carolina. A graduate of Western Michigan University, she also holds a MS in Library Science from Clarion University of Pennsylvania. When she isn't crafting worlds of fiction, she teaches college writing composition and yoga. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time. Her fiction titles include DAUGHTER OF CHAOS (YA), THE SECRET OF ISOBEL KEY (NA), and the recently released sequel, HER SECRET INHERITANCE. Visit http://www.jenmcconnel.com to learn more.
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“That might be wise. Emotions can overwhelm.” His words were perfectly normal, but his tone made me shiver with a strange sense of anticipation. Somehow, I had the feeling we weren’t talking about paintings anymore.
The sound of a chair scraping back from the table reached me, and I held perfectly still, wondering what he was going to do. After what felt like the longest moment imaginable, I felt Ross’s light touch travel from my forehead to my cheek, and from there down to my neck. My bare skin tingled under his touch, and I suppressed a shudder of excitement.
“You see,” he whispered very close to me, “emotions can be overwhelming. Would you rather look at a painting?” He put both hands on my face, cupping it gently between his palms. Wordlessly, I shook my head. There’s no painting that could capture this.
Our breath mingled together for an instant, and then his soft lips met mine, and I inhaled sharply in surprise. I felt like I was drowning, overwhelmed by the sensual experience: the feel of his lips against mine, the strange sensation of our mingled breath, the faint scent of cinnamon that filled my nostrils, all of it combined to make my head spin.
My first kiss was over before I could think, and I blinked stupidly, hoping that I’d done it right.
“That was,” Ross paused, his face still close enough to me that I felt the warm intake of his breath, “beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
He chuckled. “Should we try it again?”
“Was it bad the first time?” I blurted out.
He cupped my face again. “It was so exquisite,” he whispered, kissing the tip of my nose, “that I want more. I will gladly kiss you forever, Mya.”
My heart thudded in my ears, and I flushed. Before I could think of a response, our lips met again, and I melted against him, surrendering to the darkness and his touch.