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BRIDGET'S SENIOR YEAR CHECKLIST 1) Hook the new guy, Trip 2) Hang with newly discovered cousin, Cay, aka the most popular boy at OCHS 3) Discover you're basically a weather goddess thrown into the ancient family feud 4) Find missing weather-controlling amulet 5) Pass SATs 6) Save the world Wasn't senior year supposed to be a breeze?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	30 novembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645364870
Langue	English

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Brighde Reborn
The Amulet Series
Leslie Sommers and Janice Sommers
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
Brighde Reborn About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Pronunciation
About the Author
Leslie holds a B.A. in English with a concentration in creative fiction writing from Montclair State University. Like Bridget, Leslie was born and raised in New Jersey and inherited her love of reading from her mother. Janice holds a B.S. in education from Seton Hall University. Her passion for books was passed on to the next generation of her family. Both the authors, Leslie and Janice, currently live in New Jersey with their two cats, in a busy little town, and they couldn’t think of a more perfect setting for their heroine. Brighde Reborn is their first young adult novel.
Dedication
Leslie: To my father, the inspiration behind it all.
Janice: To Ernie, for your love and support.
Copyright Information ©
Leslie Sommers and Janice Sommers (2020)
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Sommers, Leslie and Sommers, Janice
Brighde Reborn
ISBN 9781643786902 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643786919 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645364870 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019914112
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First Published (2020)
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Acknowledgement
Thank you to Lauren, Sammy Kitty, Britany, John, Meghan, Amanda, Maggie, and every beta reader who took a chance on this book! Without your unwavering excitement and support, we wouldn’t have made it this far.
Most fairy tales began with the words ‘once upon a time.’ Romance novels were almost always another retelling of some Shakespearean play or of a tale passed among circles in local adult book clubs. My story wasn’t like any of those. I didn’t live in a far-off place inhabited by fairies, dragons, or vampires. The only ghosts haunting me were the shadows of long-forgotten memories of a carefree childhood. I grew up in a small town in Jersey and while that may have seemed like a mystical land to some people, the only wild animals around were the testosterone-driven high school boys. The only thing those fairy tales had in common with me was my life was changed by a Prince Charming too. Well, I thought he was Prince Charming.
If someone had told me a year ago, I’d be sitting in the library of a ruined castle handwriting my life’s tale, I would’ve had them committed. Yet here I was, pen in hand, my messy script covering a wrinkled, yellowed journal as golden sunbeams streamed through the leaves outside my window. My mother thought it would be therapeutic for me to write what happened. Help me heal or something. Eighteen years old and I’d experienced more death and misery than most people twice my age. How did anyone just bounce back from that? Where did I even begin?
Let me start with the Prince Charming—well, he’s just a boy, really. We were in love. Are in love. I can never remember how to describe someone after they’re gone. What if they aren’t in your life anymore? Do you still talk about them like they’re sitting next to you? Or do you speak of them in the same hushed tones grown-ups use when referring to your dead relatives?
Anyway, the Prince. More like Enemy of the State, if you ask my family. My friends, on the other hand, couldn’t help but giggle and gush over our relationship. And me? I don’t know anymore. I can still remember the day everything changed…
Chapter 1
I’d like to say it was a dark and stormy night when Trip Findlay entered our little sleepy town of Corbin City, NJ. That he rolled in on dark thunderclouds using lightning bolts as reins. But that’s not even close to being true. It was the last week of August before I would be returning to the illustrious Ocean City High School. The sun singed every piece of skin not slathered with sunblock. The strong ocean breeze carried the tantalizing smells of the boardwalk venders and the salty sea to our noses. I was lying on the beach with my group of friends: Brianna tanned on her giant beach blanket, Annabelle was sketching something in her notebook, and Cole was finishing up The Bluest Eye for his summer reading. I, on the other hand, did what I could to prevent melanoma, my red hair and freckled skin always a magnet for the sun. I was covered with sunblock, wearing a high neck royal blue one piece, and hiding underneath the rainbow beach umbrella.
“This book is good but I’d really rather be out there,” Cole said, gazing at the ocean. He flopped back on the towel, using the book to shield his eyes.
“I think it’s a refreshing change for summer reading. I love reading books by diverse authors instead of the standard canonical literature.”
Cole looked up at me. “Canonical?”
“Yes. If I have to read another book written by pasty guy about how a woman feels, I may have to drown myself.”
He frowned. “Dramatic, much?”
“No. Those books leave us women with false hope that a guy will pop up, sweep us off our feet, and carry us off into the sunset. Even Disney wrote it into their films. It’s fun to read sometimes but it’s not my first choice.”
“I think that’s my cue to go swim. Want to come, Annabelle?” Bri asked as she hopped up.
“Take me,” Cole groaned.
“No, you have to finish. You know they give a test on the first day of school!” Annabelle said as she and Bri ran toward the water.
Other students from OCHS swam in the rough waves and played volleyball, clad in slinky bikinis and board shorts. Cailean and his older brother, Alec, surfed with their group of friends who made up the top tier of royalty at Ocean City High School. Alec McKay was the former reigning king during his senior year, even though the family had just transferred to OCHS last summer. All accounts suggested Cay was the heir to the throne now that Alec was headed to college.
“You’re staring again, Bridget,” Cole said, as he pushed up his sunglasses.
“Staring at what?” I diverted my eyes to Bri and Annabelle, trying to cover my tracks.
“Yeah, like you don’t know…” I blushed furiously. It was no secret to my friends that I had a huge crush on Alec’s friend, Kevin, even though he was a year older than me and was going to be a freshman with Alec at the University of Pennsylvania. There was no way he would want to spend his last summer before college tied to a senior at his alma mater, never mind the fact that he never glanced in my direction.
“Shut up,” I replied weakly. A couple in front of us rolled onto their backs simultaneously. Their tanning schedule reminded me of the hot dogs on a rolling oven at Jimmy’s Hot Dogs on the boardwalk. The thought made my stomach stir and I remembered I had skipped breakfast earlier in a rush to start the day.
“I’m going to grab something to eat. Do you want to come?” I stood and grabbed my white flip-flops, feeling the grit of the sand under my feet.
Cole just shook his head. Ducking from underneath the umbrella, I left my sunglasses behind and made my way between the beach bums on their towels and around the sandcastles being built by children of all ages. I squinted and climbed the stairs to the boardwalk. I weaved through the throng of people clad only in bikinis, shorts, or skirts. Lots of skin showing, not all of it I wanted to see. Finally, the white and red sign of my favorite hot dog joint loomed above me and my stomach gave an approving growl.
“Hi, Sam!” I greeted the vender.
“Hey, Bridget!” he replied. “How are the waves today?”
He grabbed a plate and a bun, getting ready to make my personal favorite, Sam’s Special: an all-beef frank with chili, cheese, onions, and fries. It was calorie packed and full of flavor. Sam told me once I was the only person on the beach who ordered this delicious meal regularly.
“Pretty good. Great surfing waves, for sure.”
Sam piled on the chopped onions, sank the hot dog into the pocket of the bun, and started in on the layer of chili and cheese. I salivated.
“Excuse me, can I have a bottle of water, please?” a male voice drifted in from behind me. Turning around, I nearly ran into the voice’s owner. He was tall-ish, with dirty-blond hair, lanky, lightly tanned skin, and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Flashing him a shy smile, I moved out of his way. I prayed if he saw the red blush spreading, he would assume it was sunburn.
“That will be one seventy-five,” Sam said. The boy patted his pockets.
“Sorry! I only have one fifty.” He held his hands out, his palms facing up, and shrugged his shoulders.
“I have a quarter you can borrow. H