Twenty-one-year-old Reese Salt and her best friends like to party, flirt with boys, and stare at her super hot mysterious neighbor who keeps trying to tell her something in cryptic messages. She doesn't believe him, wanting to continue living her carefree life. But then things get weird when they're at a party and someone--or something--laces the party favors. Suddenly Reese is surrounded by hot g...uys in tactical gear, looking for one of her boyfriend's friends, who they say isn't human.
After that night, everything changes. The safe world Reese thought she lived in isn't so safe anymore. To take her mind off it, and to apologize for being a jealous jerk, her boyfriend Wheeler takes her on what's supposed to be a romantic getaway--until his jealous tendencies turn violent and he smashes her face, knocking her out. As if things couldn't get any worse, they wake up under attack by what Reese can only describe as monsters. Only caring about his own survival, Wheeler smashes her leg, leaving her for dead. Big mistake. Something inside her awakens, and her body goes on autopilot, literally. She finds a helicopter, and instinct takes over, flying her battered body home, and leaving Wheeler to die at the mouths of the monsters.
Reese and her friends then seek out the help of her hot neighbor, who is the leader of a training program that fights the things that go bump in the night. Reese goes to the facility in search of answers, but she ends up finding so much more. Reese learns about weapons, fighting, monsters, and most of all, herself. Then there's Oliver Steele, her trainer who becomes much more. Reese is scared to open up, afraid she'll only get hurt again.
Can Reese save the world, learn to trust her heart, and find the strength to learn about who she really is? She better. Her life depends on it.
The Wendigo didn’t even know what had happened as I hurled onto its back and stuck both b...lades into his chest. He fell to his knees with an agonizing howl of pain, as I jumped over his head. He slumped over onto the sidewalk staining its white surface with a large pool of dark red blood that smelled of a rotting corpse. I snatched Shayla by the shirt and practically drug her to the SUV Savannah had waiting. After we slammed the doors, she gassed it, throwing us around. I turned and glanced out the back window to see if he was still there, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Guys, he’s not there.”
“What do you mean he’s not there? You stuck two big ass knives in his chest, and I pumped him with I don’t know how many bullets,” Shayla screamed.
Before I could answer her terrified question, bright lights flooded our windows.
“We have to figure something out fast,” Savannah said as she eyed the rearview mirror. The Wendigo slammed into the back of the van, sending us lurching around the road.
“Savannah! Drive this P.O.S, bitch. Ain’t that what you’ve been working on!” Shayla yelled.
“I’m trying. It’s hard to fly this big ass SUV around these roads!”
R. S. Broadhead lives in Jackson, Alabama with her husband of ten years, their two little girls, and a pug named Wednesday Love the Duchess, or Winnie for short. She has a bachelor's in psychology and a master's in business administration. She loves to snowboard, travel (Australia is her favorite place so far), and dance (not professionally, just whenever she feels like it). When she was sixteen-years-old, her and her friends would take pictures and make up funny stories about them. Fourteen years later, UNVEILED was born. UNVEILED, her first novel, is the first book in a four book series.
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