We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for the paperback edition of Heather Lyons' BEYOND FATE! BEYOND FATE is a Fate Series novella and is written in Jonah’s point of view. It is his side of the story from A MATTER OF FATE. Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!
And that’s not all! BEYOND FATE has gotten a cover makeover! This amazing new cover was created by Carly Stevens!
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There are always two sides to every story . . .His whole life, Jonah Whitecomb has strove to meet everyone's expectations of him: the perfect student, dutiful son, loyal twin, accomplished surfer, and powerful Magical. But behind his carefully composed façade hides the truth of how his family has fallen apart, leaving Jonah more often than not feeling adrift. To complicate matters, he fell in love long ago with a girl in his dreams, one he's never told anyone about, including his twin brother.
Just when life seems its bleakest, Jonah discovers that Chloe is real. Wanting to finally reach out and grab happiness for himself, he embarks on a journey to track down the girl of his dreams, only to find that happy endings aren't always guaranteed, the best laid out plans can go horribly awry, and sometimes, you have to simply let yourself go along for the ride.
* Beyond Fate is Jonah's point-of-view of the events of A Matter of Fate, and is a companion novella for the YA/NA crossover urban fantasy/romance Fate series.
Release Day Excerpt:
I remember Joey telling me once that, of all the big waves
he’s ever ridden in his life, the one that got his blood pumping most was
Mavericks. “It’s sick,” he said as we waxed our boards at one of his favorite
breaks near his house in Australia. “Cold as all hell. Gotta be careful of the
Boneyard nearby. There’s a reason they call it that, you know. The reef below
loves nothing more than to welcome you to stay forever. But,” his easy grin
slid out, “when conditions are right, and you can take off in the hollow and
traverse the long wall before finishing in white water, your life flashes
before your eyes. You’re flying through hell like a slingshot, only to come out
in paradise.”
Obviously, it made me want to surf Mavericks so bad I could
taste it.
When Kel and I first got to California, we’d wanted to come
here together. Ride these waves in Joey’s honor. But that never happened.
He’s with Chloe right now, after yet another attack during
which she walled both him and me inside a building and took off toward San
Francisco in an effort to lead what we now know as Elders away. I know why she
did it. I felt it the moment her resolutions within hardened—she believed she
was protecting the people she loved. In a weird way, I was incredibly proud of
her for it, even as I tore my hair out, trying to get the hell out of the tomb
she sealed us in so I could get out there and protect her myself. Karl and I
searched for her for hours . . .
And then she decided to gut me once more by calling my
brother to go and get her.
So here I am, in the back of a boat, tugging the hood of my
wetsuit over my head in the pursuit of some kind of nirvana high amidst the
hell I’ve found myself in lately. Raul Mesaverde’s questioning my sanity for
wanting to go out into the monster waves we’re heading toward, but I do my best
to ignore my temporarily assigned Guard. We’re accompanied by one of Joey’s
Wave colleagues, who’s come along upon Astrid’s insistence. I tried to assure
her I knew what I was doing, but considering she pretty much had an anxiety
attack after researching Mavericks and learning people have died here, I
figured this was the lesser of two evils.
“You’re loco,” Raul yells at me over the boat’s
engine.
I laugh. This? Coming from a Cyclone? Especially one who
agreed to chauffeur Chloe on her crazy attempt to lure the Elders away?
The Wave we’re with turns away from the wheel and smiles.
He’s crazy, too—because he’s got that same look in his eyes that Joey always
had. Like the ocean is his temple. “Nah, bra,” he tells Raul. “Maverick’s all
about enlightenment.”
Raul white knuckles the side of the boat. I completely tune
him out and let myself slide into that place Joey taught me about so long ago.
“When you let yourself go,” he’d told me as we’d sat out
beyond the breaks, “when you put yourself out there and really just let
yourself go, knowing any second you could be swallowed whole by the ocean,
you’ll realize that all of that shit you worry so much about—girls, school,
parents, grades, work, responsibilities—they’re meaningless. Because it’s just
you and the waves. They don’t give a rat’s ass what kind of day you’re having.
They don’t care if you’ve just bagged the hottest girl in the worlds or if your
dad thinks you’ve failed him. They’re gonna rise up and fall no matter what.
Let yourself go along that ride, J. There’s worry enough for later.”
This is what I’m thinking as I’m waiting for my set to come.
When it does, I paddle hard. Anticipation and fear is just
as strong on my tongue as the salt water surrounding me. I let my worries
go.
This one’s for you, Joey.
This one’s for you, Joey.
I gladly fling myself into oblivion.
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