Book Blurb & Info
Ryder Blackstock knows a thing or two about being born into fate. The talents passed down from his father aren't exactly normal; instead of learning how to throw a fastball, he was taught to hot-wire a car like a pro and pick any pocket in sight. He’s got criminal blood, just like his old man. And as soon as he turns eighteen, he’ll be living life on the run with his dad.
When Ryder and Virginia meet on the beach, it seems they couldn't be more different. Soon they discover they’re both trapped in their lives—Virginia denying her fate, Ryder embracing his. Like the rocks in Virginia Woolf’s pockets, the weight of their destinies will pull them under. But being together brings out pieces of themselves they didn't know existed—pieces that make them want to take fate into their own hands and rewrite their destinies...if it’s not too late.
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"Whenever I read Nyrae Dawn, I am reminded that words are her art, and she wields her paintbrush with all the skill of Rembrandt. The tender romance of Ryder and Virginia is palpable on the page, and the story sings with all the complexities of the interwoven plot. I read late into the night to finish this one, and once again, Nyrae has managed a masterpiece. LOVED." ~ USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Courtney Cole
"The Weight of Destiny unfolds like a storm. It is dark and electric and incredibly romantic. I lost and found myself. The characters are so vivid, so alive, you'll forget anything but them exists." ~ David James author of Between the Stars and Sky
"The Weight of Destiny is YA at its absolute finest. Nyrae Dawn flawlessly brought two seemingly broken characters to life and showed everyone deserves a second chance at love and life. This breathtaking storytelling will blow you away." ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Tiffany King
"The Weight of Destiny is art at its best, Ryder and Virginia canvasses on which the good and bad of life and love unfold in brilliant, true color." ~ Author Jamie Manning
As his mouth covers mine, fear pummels me, a wave going over my head like I’m trapped in a broken dock, scared that I might die. My reflex is to jerk back, to take a breath because air is something I need, and it’s okay to need that.
My vision is lost to anything except blue and brown, the twist in his eyes, the questions there, the comfort. The last part isn’t something I’d expect from a boy like him, and it makes another wave of fear threaten to drown me. But then his thumb brushes my neck and a tingle in my stomach makes my body shiver. It feels so good. He feels so good that I forget there’s the worry of drowning.
I lean closer to him, and that’s all the incentive he needs to take my mouth again. His tongue is at my lips, and I’m opening them to let him in. There’s tasting and touching and a twisting together of tongues. I giggle into his mouth at how my thoughts are all coming out in “T” words, and he chuckles as though he hears them.
The laughing lends only a quick interruption, not that I want one, before he’s kissing me again, and it’s all I can feel or think about. It’s all I want to know.
The studs of his piercings press into my skin, not painful, but reminding me they’re there.
He tastes like the air after rain, clean and new and almost like being reborn.
His hand feels big on my neck, but he’s gentle, much gentler than he seems when he tangles his hand in my hair.
Just like everything is with him, the kiss is intense, urgent, fast moving. It was almost like he was born from the dark, coming out of nowhere the first night we met. Before I knew what was happening, he was there, his voice asking if I was hurt, his hand grabbing me to save me.
His lips are the same; they weren’t there and then they were, and now he’s wrapped around me, lowering me to the beach, a weight that freaks me out while grounding me at the same time.
My body pulses when his warm hand slides under my coat, under my shirt to touch the bare skin of my belly.
“Wait.” The palm of my hand lands on his chest. “Not…not so fast.”
And then his lips are gone.
“Shit. Sorry. Wanted to feel your skin.”
Writing has always been Nyrae Dawn’s passion. Even when she was too busy chasing kids or working, writing stories was never far from her mind.
She feels a special pull to characters in their teens. There’s something so fresh and fun about the age that she adores exploring. Her husband says it’s because she doesn’t want to grow up. She doesn’t think that’s such a bad thing. Luckily for her, he doesn’t either.
Nyrae gravitates toward character-driven stories. Whether reading or writing, she loves emotional journeys. It’s icing on the cake when she really feels something, but is able to laugh, too. She’s also a proud romantic at heart who has a soft spot for flawed characters. She loves people who aren’t perfect, who make mistakes but also have a big heart.
Nyrae resides in sunny Southern California with her husband (who still makes her swoon) and her two awesome kids.
When she’s not with her family, you can be pretty sure you’ll find her with a book in her hand or her laptop and an open document in front of her.
She writes for Entangled Publishing, Grand Central Publishing and is self-published.
Author Links
http://www.nyraedawn.blogspot.com
https://www.goodreads.com/NyraeDawn
Amazon / Goodreads
"The Weight of Destiny unfolds like a storm. It is dark and electric and incredibly romantic. I lost and found myself. The characters are so vivid, so alive, you'll forget anything but them exists." ~ David James author of Between the Stars and Sky
"The Weight of Destiny is YA at its absolute finest. Nyrae Dawn flawlessly brought two seemingly broken characters to life and showed everyone deserves a second chance at love and life. This breathtaking storytelling will blow you away." ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Tiffany King
"The Weight of Destiny is art at its best, Ryder and Virginia canvasses on which the good and bad of life and love unfold in brilliant, true color." ~ Author Jamie Manning
Book Excerpt
My vision is lost to anything except blue and brown, the twist in his eyes, the questions there, the comfort. The last part isn’t something I’d expect from a boy like him, and it makes another wave of fear threaten to drown me. But then his thumb brushes my neck and a tingle in my stomach makes my body shiver. It feels so good. He feels so good that I forget there’s the worry of drowning.
I lean closer to him, and that’s all the incentive he needs to take my mouth again. His tongue is at my lips, and I’m opening them to let him in. There’s tasting and touching and a twisting together of tongues. I giggle into his mouth at how my thoughts are all coming out in “T” words, and he chuckles as though he hears them.
The laughing lends only a quick interruption, not that I want one, before he’s kissing me again, and it’s all I can feel or think about. It’s all I want to know.
The studs of his piercings press into my skin, not painful, but reminding me they’re there.
He tastes like the air after rain, clean and new and almost like being reborn.
His hand feels big on my neck, but he’s gentle, much gentler than he seems when he tangles his hand in my hair.
Just like everything is with him, the kiss is intense, urgent, fast moving. It was almost like he was born from the dark, coming out of nowhere the first night we met. Before I knew what was happening, he was there, his voice asking if I was hurt, his hand grabbing me to save me.
His lips are the same; they weren’t there and then they were, and now he’s wrapped around me, lowering me to the beach, a weight that freaks me out while grounding me at the same time.
My body pulses when his warm hand slides under my coat, under my shirt to touch the bare skin of my belly.
“Wait.” The palm of my hand lands on his chest. “Not…not so fast.”
And then his lips are gone.
“Shit. Sorry. Wanted to feel your skin.”
Author Info
She feels a special pull to characters in their teens. There’s something so fresh and fun about the age that she adores exploring. Her husband says it’s because she doesn’t want to grow up. She doesn’t think that’s such a bad thing. Luckily for her, he doesn’t either.
Nyrae gravitates toward character-driven stories. Whether reading or writing, she loves emotional journeys. It’s icing on the cake when she really feels something, but is able to laugh, too. She’s also a proud romantic at heart who has a soft spot for flawed characters. She loves people who aren’t perfect, who make mistakes but also have a big heart.
Nyrae resides in sunny Southern California with her husband (who still makes her swoon) and her two awesome kids.
When she’s not with her family, you can be pretty sure you’ll find her with a book in her hand or her laptop and an open document in front of her.
She writes for Entangled Publishing, Grand Central Publishing and is self-published.
Author Links
http://www.nyraedawn.blogspot.com
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