Seventeen-year-old Hadley Blake has the ability to heal others, but her skills go beyond what other Menders can do. Giving life back to someone within the first hour of their death is what earns her a spot at Orion, a behavioral center for supernatural teens.
Jiu-jitsu is a staple at Orion and crushing on sexy martial arts trainer, Donovan Graham, is a welcomed distraction for Hadley. Campus hottie, Gage Ryder, attempts to change that, and she falls for him too. Decisions. Decisions. What’s a girl to do?
Too bad for Hadley, love will have to wait because Orion’s head doctor has other plans for her and her little Lazarus act. Fight to the death, revive, repeat is Dr. Ramsey’s motto. Hadley learns he makes money off forcing the kids to fight in cage matches using their powers. She also discovers he’s been pumping stuff in their veins to make them have powers in the first place.
Hadley must pull herself together and find a way to stop him or else remain a slave in his fight club--or worse, she could end up dead.
BREATHE FOR ME is my 80,000 word young adult paranormal romance and is a standalone with series potential. Thank you for your time and consideration.
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BREATHE FOR ME
“Next time, warn a girl before you show her a corpse.” I buried my nose in the sleeve of my hospital gown, but it did little to mask the stench.
“He isn’t dead, Hadley.” Dr. Ramsey pushed down on the bed railing, causing a loud clank to bounce off the walls.
The body didn’t.
Not dead, my a**. If that noise didn’t wake him, nothing will.
I inched closer to the bed. Scarlet puddles seeped through the sheet at one end. Ten toes poked out at the other.
Dr. Ramsey tugged on the fabric, revealing a guy who could’ve served as an extra in a horror flick. A deep gash on his forehead oozed blood and several wounds covered the rest of his face and head, making it look like he’d been used as a piñata.
The smell of rancid meat grew stronger. I gripped the bed sheets to anchor myself. “What happened to him?”
“That’s not your concern,” Dr. Ramsey said, ignoring my freak-out fest. “Your focus should be on healing him. In your mind, command him to heal. Now.”
He slipped his hand inside the pocket of his white lab coat and produced a silver remote. Crap. That’s how I’d been treated back at
. Failure to do as
I was told had earned me a nudge by way of a taser-gun. Guaranteed to make a
girl piss herself. Corvus Detention