Sparks Fly Series
Dawn of Sparks
Dawn of Sparks
Sparks are people born with special abilities- like telepathy, manipulating fire or other elements. Juliet Russo is a Spark born into a non-Spark family, so when her ability starts to manifest, she has no idea what is happening to her and is terrified of hurting those closest to her. She tries to hide it away to protect her best friend and little sister, until she is attacked by two men who can do strange things, just like her.
She discovers that the two men are a part of a radical group of Sparks called Wildfire that believe they shouldn’t have to hide and live openly in front of humans.
Juliet is rescued by a group of a rival faction called Crescent Moon who promise to teach her control of her ability and leave her with some difficult choices to make.
Sparks at High Noon
Sparks at High Noon
“You’re forgetting that the first victim of war is innocence. We may be fighting for the right to live, but that doesn’t make us saints.” — Emery Holloway
Wildfire has had their victories— but the war is far from over.
With Wildfire threatening the Freebird Faction, Juliet and her Faction, Crescent Moon, are in a race against time to get to the Freebird’s to warn them of their impending doom.
No matter the cost.
It’s time for Juliet to accept who and what she is. To become stronger and no longer fear the electricity in her blood.
But her Faction must grow stronger too. It isn’t just Wildfire watching Juliet and Crescent Moon closely…
Sparks at High Noon
Preview
“You must be Takeshi’s pet.”
The cold numbness of phasing through solid material does nothing to dampen the heat of ire burning through Stray’s veins. Snow crunches beneath her boot as she deactivates her ability, solidifying her body.
It takes a second to adjust to being solid again with the sunlit warmth brushing over her chilled skin. She blinks, pivoting around to face the man stepping out of the shadows, a cocky grin curling the corners of his thin mouth.
His dirty-blond hair tucked underneath a black beanie and his average features matching his average face. There is almost nothing extraordinary about him. He’d blend in with any crowd disturbingly well.
This must be the Skinwalker I was sent to meet.
Irritation festers as she barely manages to stifle a growl of frustration. Orders are orders, she reminds herself. And I will obey.
“I’m talking to you.” His thin lips curl into a sneer. “You’re Takeshi’s pet, right? The one that he trained.”
Righteous indignation drips from the Skinwalker’s voice at her blatant disregard, face mangled into a scowl. She doubts it’s his true face. Skinwalkers are masters of camouflage. Elusive and ever-changing as water.
This Skinwalker scrutinizes her. At least he is attempting to be discreet about it. Others don’t bother trying conceal it. They stare at her, whisper and mutter to one another loud enough that she can hear it, but never enough to know what they say.
“I am no pet.”