Cortney Pearson is a mother, a musician, and a lover of all things pink and sparkly. She is the author of Phobic, about doors that shouldn't be opened, and the Stolen Tears series, about an enchanted vial of tears and the girl chosen to wield them.
Cortney lives with her husband and three sons in a small Idaho farm town. She loves chocolate, romantic books, and classical music, and believes anything can be made better with a book tucked away for those just-in-case times.
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She is their protector.
In an emotionless world, tears are a precious commodity, valued for their magic and sold on the black market. When Ambry stumbles across a vial of these enchanted tears, she finds herself the target of not only the tyrannical Arcaian army, who is stealing her people’s magic left and right, but of handsome, battle-scarred Talon Haraway, who seeks the tears for his own personal vengeance.
Ambry soon realizes the reason for their interference: these tears are the most powerful ever shed. They are the key to saving her people and rescuing her brother and others who've been taken by the Arcaians.With the Arcaian army threatening her every move, and Talon attempting to take the tears from her, Ambry must keep the tears safe at all costs. Her people need them. Her brother needs them. She needs them.
And they need her.
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“I should go,” she says. “Obviously you came down here for something, and I’m in your way.”
Talon steps in, catching her by the wrist, surprising both her and himself.
Both of their gazes skim to where their skin touches. A current that has nothing to do with magic or electricity passes between them. He releases her, his voice husky. “Sorry, I only wanted to catch your attention. You don’t have to leave. I can go.”
“No!” Her hands dart out. Then she smoothes over her hair once more. “I mean, you can stay, if you want.”
“And watch you dance?”
She chews her lip, tracing a foot over an invisible line in the tile. “You could dance with me, if you wanted.”
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