A violent passion.
A dangerous bond.
A nightmare that will change everything.
To Ava, love is about as real as fairytales. But it might be that fairytales, myths, and magic have some truth to them after all — as well as the monsters that lie in the shadows. Or she could just be completely out of her mind.
After a mental breakdown and a move to a new town, everything changes when Ava clashes with a stranger with eyes as black as midnight and a terrifying sinister air. Her wishes to feel something again become granted. But Ava soon learns that not only is he as cold as he is beautiful, but he brings something out of her, stronger than ever, like fuel to fire — something she's desperate to bury. He haunts her dreams and waking life, and staying away becomes harder than she could have ever imagined, risking her life, her humanity, and the people that she cares about. Not to mention the fate of the world.
She’s fight for life. He’s fighting for death.
What does it take to live? What does it take to love?
is a new author excited to tell stories about the things that have enthralled her all her life.
Crysta enjoys writing very much since she’s passionate about the stories she wants to share with you. Life’s been quite rough for her in many ways, but just as magnificent in so many other ways, and her appreciation for it has been tested, refined, and magnified through it all. This is the kind of thing seen seeping through her story telling. And more than anything, she believes that there’s still magic in life no matter how old you get; you just have to remember to look; and some people just need a little help.
Crysta Levere grew up in Niagara Falls, Ny. Her mother a hippie, rock-n-roller, and free bird, who lives with vivid colors and beautiful passions for life. Her dad a humble, chaotic hillbilly with a heart of gold, whose empathic nature and selfless-ness is often astounding. Suffice to say she was brought up in many different spectrums of life. Crysta herself is a lot like the ocean she covets: ever changing, yet forever and ever wet, and drawn to the moon.
“I love getting lost down the rabbit-hole. Bruise me up and swallow me whole.”