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Monday, July 7, 2014

Indie Monday #5: FADED (The Faded Trilogy #1) by Chloe Miles (YA)

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The Faded Trilogy #1
by Chloe Miles
Release date: August 24th, 2012
Published by: Self-published
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Format: Paperback, eBook


When seventeen-year-old Savannah Fraser and her three friends are killed in a car accident, they are given a second chance at life by a group of century-old earthbound spirits who need their help. 

Savannah learns she is a Chosen One, which means, she can switch between human and spirit form, heal people and control the weather - and she is also now invincible. 

The Chosen Ones are the only ones who can defeat The Forces - a trio of evil half-spirits who are slowly destroying the perfect little town of Fort Everwick with violent storms and not-s0-natural disasters - and stop them from harming everyone they care about. 

The Forces are set on destroying everything Savannah knows and loves, but they also have a more sinister plan - they want a new member to join them. They won't give up until they get the one they want - and they have Savannah firmly in their sights. 

But what Savannah didn't count on was falling in love with Hunter. She's never loved anyone the way she loves Hunter, and she knows he loves her too. But how can they be together forever if he no longer exists and she's the only one who can see him?

Will Savannah have enough belief in herself to defeat The Forces, or will they be able to lure her to the darkside and turn her against her loved ones - and tear her and Hunter apart? 


It was just as stunning out there as it was inside the hall. A string of lights adorned the fancy stone railing, and little square trees formed a hedge along the inside of it. Hunter walked out into the middle and took a bow before he extended his hand to her.

"Our own private dance floor."

Savannah obligingly placed her hand in his. She couldn't hold his hand like she could have in spirit form - she couldn't take the risk in case somebody had seen her go out there - but Hunter still hold hers all the same. 

"It's bad enough that I can't be your proper date that everybody else can see you with," he said as he twirled her around and then gently pulled her in closer, "but I didn't want you to miss out on this part as well."
"What do you mean a proper date?" she asked him. "Hunter, you're still here to me. You've just faded a little, that's all."

A light dusting of snow had started falling about their heads, and Savannah lifted her eyes to see tiny romantic snowflakes falling only on them like their own little winter snow globe scene.

"I noticed their dance floor in there had a snow machine," Hunter said as he watched the snowflakes fall above their heads before he let his eyes drift back down to here. "I can do better than that."
"It's beautiful."

Savannah caught a tiny snowflake as it landed gently on her hand. It might not have been really snowing like how Madison had wanted it to, but it was still romantic. 

"This night is perfect," she whispered as she placed her arms around his transparent shoulders, "because you're here."
"I wouldn't have missed this for anything," he said. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, and I knew how important this was to you."

Savannah looked back up at the falling snow.

"You know how you said that I should forget about everything else and just be a normal girl tonight?" She shook her head to disagree before she had even said the words. "Normal is overrated. None of those other girls in there have real snow," she whispered, "or you."

Hunter gently twirled her around again before she held both her hands up to his. Their hands were barely touching, but that was good enough for her. Hunter was hers. She didn't need anybody else to be able to see him to know that. 

"Those other guys in there may be alive and have youth on their side," he whispered as his eyes drifted to her lips, "but I'm the luckiest guy here tonight." 



Chloe Miles is a twenty-something author, dreamer, shameless chocoholic and hopeless romantic.

When she's not writing or daydreaming, she loves escaping reality with her favorite playlists, eating too much chocolate and curling up on her couch in her PJs with a good TV show and a cup of tea.

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