PRESENTS. . .
A Cover Reveal
for
Twelve
by T.M. Franklin
Release Date:
October 9, 2014
Published by The Writers Coffee Shop
It’s only been a few months since Ava Michaels discovered she has ties to an ancient people living in the shadows of the human world, despite their superior gifts and abilities. A select few don’t like hiding, however, and think it’s time to take control.
Now Ava’s caught up in a conspiracy in the works before she was even born. In fact, her birth was an integral part of the plan. She’s one of the Twelve, the most powerful Race ever created, and they were created for a purpose.
Ava, however, doesn’t like being told what to do.
All she wants is to start a new life with Caleb Foster, the Protector who once put his own life at risk to save hers. Before they can even think about that, however, they need to figure out exactly what the Twelve and their power-hungry leader are up to—and find a way to stop them.
Along the way, they’ll have to forge alliances with former enemies, seek out powerful new friends, and infiltrate the heavily fortified enemy stronghold in an attempt to get some answers. In the end, Ava must decide if her destiny lies in her DNA or in her conscience. If she can turn her back on what she was born to do and do what is right. If she will save the ones she loves or save the world.
Or if her ties to the Twelve mean she has no choice at all.
She sat up suddenly and grabbed Caleb’s hand. “Do you feel that?”
“What?” He instinctively checked the mirrors, but there was nobody behind them.
“Someone . . .” Ava’s eyes glazed over. “Someone’s coming. Fast.”
Caleb stepped on the gas, searching the horizon. “Who? Anyone familiar?”
“What’s happening?” Sophie asked.
Ava shook her head. “I can’t tell. Not yet anyway. You think it’s Protectors?”
Caleb’s jaw tightened. “Or Rogues.”
“You think they know?” Ava glanced at Sophie.
“We don’t know. Not for sure.”
“Would somebody please tell me what’s going on?” Sophie shouted from the backseat.
The temperature in the car dipped as frost formed along the edges of the windows.
“You’ve got to calm her down,” Caleb muttered, taking a turn too fast and swerving to correct.
“Now.”
Ava didn’t argue, instead scrambling over the seat to take the girl’s hand. “Sophie, listen to me. You need to stay calm, okay? Try to breathe with me.”
“But—”
“I’ll explain everything, but first you need to calm down. You see what’s happening?”
Through the mirror, Caleb saw her glance up at the roof of the car as snowflakes began to drift through the interior.
“I . . . I don’t understand,” Sophie murmured. “What’s—why is it snowing?”
“It’s you,” Ava said quietly. “You’re upset, and your gift is reacting.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me.” Sophie choked on a sob, and Caleb felt the telltale prickle of another Race signature along the edges of his consciousness.
“I feel them now,” he said, sitting taller in the seat and leaning forward as if willing the car to go faster.
Ava didn’t respond but remained focused on Sophie.
Caleb felt Ava’s gift and knew she was letting it flow into the girl a little, helping calm her.
“We’ll help you.” Ava sounded so calm and soothing. “We’ll help you learn to control it, but for right now, you need to calm down. Breathe with me, okay?”
Sophie nodded and swallowed tears as she tried to match Ava’s inhale and exhale.
The snow stopped.
“That’s good.” Ava nodded encouragingly. “Keep breathing. I need you to stay calm. Someone’s coming, and I’m guessing they’re after you.”
Sophie’s breath caught, and the ice gathering on the dashboard cracked.
“It’s okay,” Ava hurried to say. “Keep breathing. Stay calm. We’re going to keep you safe.”
Sophie gripped Ava’s hand, but she kept breathing slowly in and out. “How?”
Ava smiled. “You asked what I could do? Well, I’m about to show you.”
Now Ava’s caught up in a conspiracy in the works before she was even born. In fact, her birth was an integral part of the plan. She’s one of the Twelve, the most powerful Race ever created, and they were created for a purpose.
Ava, however, doesn’t like being told what to do.
All she wants is to start a new life with Caleb Foster, the Protector who once put his own life at risk to save hers. Before they can even think about that, however, they need to figure out exactly what the Twelve and their power-hungry leader are up to—and find a way to stop them.
Along the way, they’ll have to forge alliances with former enemies, seek out powerful new friends, and infiltrate the heavily fortified enemy stronghold in an attempt to get some answers. In the end, Ava must decide if her destiny lies in her DNA or in her conscience. If she can turn her back on what she was born to do and do what is right. If she will save the ones she loves or save the world.
Or if her ties to the Twelve mean she has no choice at all.
“What?” He instinctively checked the mirrors, but there was nobody behind them.
“Someone . . .” Ava’s eyes glazed over. “Someone’s coming. Fast.”
Caleb stepped on the gas, searching the horizon. “Who? Anyone familiar?”
“What’s happening?” Sophie asked.
Ava shook her head. “I can’t tell. Not yet anyway. You think it’s Protectors?”
Caleb’s jaw tightened. “Or Rogues.”
“You think they know?” Ava glanced at Sophie.
“We don’t know. Not for sure.”
“Would somebody please tell me what’s going on?” Sophie shouted from the backseat.
The temperature in the car dipped as frost formed along the edges of the windows.
“You’ve got to calm her down,” Caleb muttered, taking a turn too fast and swerving to correct.
“Now.”
Ava didn’t argue, instead scrambling over the seat to take the girl’s hand. “Sophie, listen to me. You need to stay calm, okay? Try to breathe with me.”
“But—”
“I’ll explain everything, but first you need to calm down. You see what’s happening?”
Through the mirror, Caleb saw her glance up at the roof of the car as snowflakes began to drift through the interior.
“I . . . I don’t understand,” Sophie murmured. “What’s—why is it snowing?”
“It’s you,” Ava said quietly. “You’re upset, and your gift is reacting.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me.” Sophie choked on a sob, and Caleb felt the telltale prickle of another Race signature along the edges of his consciousness.
“I feel them now,” he said, sitting taller in the seat and leaning forward as if willing the car to go faster.
Ava didn’t respond but remained focused on Sophie.
Caleb felt Ava’s gift and knew she was letting it flow into the girl a little, helping calm her.
“We’ll help you.” Ava sounded so calm and soothing. “We’ll help you learn to control it, but for right now, you need to calm down. Breathe with me, okay?”
Sophie nodded and swallowed tears as she tried to match Ava’s inhale and exhale.
The snow stopped.
“That’s good.” Ava nodded encouragingly. “Keep breathing. I need you to stay calm. Someone’s coming, and I’m guessing they’re after you.”
Sophie’s breath caught, and the ice gathering on the dashboard cracked.
“It’s okay,” Ava hurried to say. “Keep breathing. Stay calm. We’re going to keep you safe.”
Sophie gripped Ava’s hand, but she kept breathing slowly in and out. “How?”
Ava smiled. “You asked what I could do? Well, I’m about to show you.”
T.M. Franklin started out her career writing nonfiction in a television newsroom. Graduating with a BA in Communications specializing in broadcast journalism and production, she worked for nine years as a major market television news producer, and garnered two regional Emmy Awards, before she resigned to be a full-time mom and part-time freelance writer. Her first published novel, MORE, was born out of a challenge to write a novel in thirty days issued during National Novel Writing month. MORE was well received, selected as a finalist in the 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards, and won the
Suspense/Thriller division of the Blogger Book Fair Reader’s Choice Awards.
In addition to MORE and its sequels, The Guardians and TWELVE, Franklin has penned the Amazon best-selling short stories, Window and A Piece of Cake. Her new YA romance How to Get Ainsley Bishop to Fall in Love with You is Franklin’s first love story without traditionally recognized paranormal or fantasy elements.
Although . . . T. M. is the first to argue that love is the best kind of magic.
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