Love is honey sweet, but it comes with a fatal sting . . . Melaina Maris needs wings to fly the gap between loving Sam and her family’s ancient curse that forces carnal love and then kills the male lovers. She won’t let the same fate that killed her father befall another. She refuses to allow her goddess-created bloodline to continue. But there’s no easy way out, especially after the curse turns her into the Honey Queen—savior to honey bees—intensifying her charms. To help her fulfill the curse’s demands in the least harmful way, her grandmother takes her to mate with terminally ill Boyd. But Boyd’s gay. And an expert in mythology. Instead of having sex, Melaina learns how she might summon the goddess who created the first ancestor bee-charmer and cursed her bloodline. Melaina's magic—tears to save honey bees from endangerment—could be enough to persuade the goddess to end the curse. But an unexpected discovery soon changes that hope, spinning Melaina into a swarm of love, friendship and death.
my way home, I stop and grab the mail at the end of our drive, and Sam rolls up
in his white pick-up with the words Leonard’s Dairy Ranch painted across
Mel,” he says, chocolate eyes melting my insides. “Been a while.”
swallow hard, hoping the rush of heat to my face doesn’t show. “Yeah, well, I’m
trying to graduate early, and you know, busy helping Gran.”
nods, and his eyes flicker over my car. “You ever feel like riding shotgun in
that thing, I’d be more than happy to take the wheel.”
get back in my car and toss the mail on the seat next to me. “I’ll remember
laughs, and just as I shut the door, he calls out, “Go out with me.”
take a deep breath and roll down the window. His brown shag drapes around his
smile. His perfect, irresistible smile. “Sam, you’re my best friend. I don’t
want to ruin that. Besides, I have to stay focused on school.”
bull, Mel, and you know it. Having a little fun isn’t going to turn you into
knows me well, has since I was in the first grade and he was in the second, but
he still doesn’t know what I am. Gran calls us Apis charmers; I call us Apis
slaves. And I’d bet him the pink slip to my car, he’d feel differently about
dating me if he knew the truth.
right. I’m not going to end up like my mom, and the best way to make sure I
don’t is to stay away from distractions.” With a wave, I speed down the
don’t realize how hard I’m biting my lip until I taste blood. Sometimes I wonder
if it’d be easier to run away and let the sickness take me. Sam is pure
torture—the sweetest hot fudge sundae, the rarest orchid, the love I can never
About the Author Christina Mercer is an award-winning author of fiction for children and young adults. She took Writer’s Best in Show at the 2012 SCBWI CA North/Central Regional Conference, was a Semi-Finalist in the 2010 Amazon Breakout Novel Award Contest, and won Honorable Mention in the 21st Annual Writer's Digest Self Published Book Awards. She holds a degree in Accounting from California State University at Sacramento and a Certificate in Herbal Studies from Clayton College of Natural Health. Christina resides in Northern California enjoying life with her husband, two sons, four dogs, and about 100,000 honeybees.
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