In my menagerie of Sacred Stones universe books, all of the main characters are part of the Chosen One bloodlines of three different secret societies. (Why not hit the trope right on the head, right?)
The Seer is the highest ranking Chosen One in my universe, which means that everyone in the Three Societies is after her powers.
Naturally, this makes dating the Seer quite a challenge!
But what would a good book be some conflict?
Here are Four Tips for Dating the Seer:
1. Be prepared to fight for your girl
Seers in my universe have been female for over a hundred years, which means there’s always some power-hungry, guy climbing the secret society ladder who wants to manipulate the Seer into marrying him.
Watch out for manipulative suitors at every turn! And be ready for a love triangle or quadrangle and other guys vying for your Seer girl’s attention.
What’s true love without a little competition?
2. Be honest and be yourself
The old adage about just being yourself rings true when dating a Seer. Because the Seer has an innate ability to tell good from evil, she will eventually figure out if you’re lying to her or trying to manipulate her.
So be exactly who you are, and our Seer girls will eventually see what’s been there all along, and who’s really there for her. (Pun intended 😉)
3. You can be the hero too
Guys, get your big shoulders ready because our Seer girl is going to need some comfort and encouragement as she deals with the side effects of her gifts. Be prepared for nightmares that may force you to go out in the middle of the night to save the world.
Also, there are sure to be crazy, literally insane, power-hungry villains plotting to take down your girl at any moment. You need to be ready to back her up at every turn—and maybe even step in if she’s about to get blindsided.
But I know you can do it!
4. Be willing to share ALL of yourself
One of the best things about dating the Seer is that when you kiss, you can see her visions. But beware, she can see inside your head too!
So if you want something real and lasting, dating the Seer might be worth all the risks. You’re sure to have a life full of adventure, life-or-death stakes, and oh-so-much joy!
Dating a Seer comes with a whole host of challenges—crazy villains, the power to see right through you, and plenty of intrigue and danger. On the bright side, a Seer’s loyalty is unmatched, especially with the bond you forge as you go through harrowing trials together. And your life will never be plain old normal!
Excerpt 2, Ch. 14:
Both Rocco and Ricky Montrose turned toward our hiding place.
My pulse pounded in my ears as I held my breath, leaning into Patrick for support.
Through the crack of the door, I could hear Rocco’s gruff hiss. “Did you hear that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” came Ricky’s mumbled reply.
Leaning in, Patrick rolled his eyes at me. “Some spy you’d make. Time for plan B.”
Then, in one deft move, he slid in front of me, pressing his hands to the wall on either side of my head, trapping me between his arms.
My breath hitched in my lungs as I stared into his mesmerizing dark eyes.
Brushing his nose against mine, he whispered, “Time for the makeout cover.”
Then he kissed me, a soft peck at first as we both kept our eyes on the door.
But no one came through.
“We need to tell the Sinclairs about Ricky’s plan,” I murmured against my boyfriend’s soft lips, reveling in his warmth and closeness.
“Or maybe we should find a way to stop him from attending the ball tonight.” Patrick’s mouth brushed against mine with each word.
“Good idea.” I leaned my head against the wall. “I bet Lucinda will see right through his lies if he stands her up for the ball,” I whispered.
“If only we can make sure he stays gone permanently.” He arched back, eyes roaming my face.
I let out a little whimper. He was too far away.
“We’ll think of something.” I grabbed him by the shirt and smashed my lips into his until
I forgot where, or when, we were.
Patrick broke away first, easing the swinging door open a crack. “Looks like they’re leaving. Should we follow them?”
“Probably,” I huffed, pulling back as I smoothed my hands down my silky dress. “But first, how do I look?”
“What?” He arched back, narrowing his eyes at me. “Why does that matter?”
“Because I’m pretty sure in 1924, if I came out of a secret door looking like I just made out with my boyfriend, people would take notice.” I swiped the edges of my lips, looking for any errant lipstick.
“And that would ruin our goal of being invisible. Got it.” He gave me the once over, his mouth tilting up on one side. “Do you have a compact or extra lipstick or something?”
Then his cute little half-smile morphed into a full-on sheepish grin.
“I think I brought the lipstick and a mirror.” I reached into the small bag hanging from my wrist and reapplied my lipstick. “There. All better. Now you just need to wipe your mouth.”
“Fine.” He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his lips. “Now can we go?”
“Yes. Let’s hurry,” I whispered, opening the door.
“I’ll go first. Just in case.” Patrick slipped by me and out the door.
I waited in the serving hallway for a few minutes, then ducked out into the parlor.
Thankfully, almost everyone had vacated the room. Anyone left was heading toward the grand ballroom as a bell rang throughout the house.
I followed the stragglers, slipping in behind Patrick as he skirted the edge of the crowd.
A middle-aged man and woman stood at the back of the room, the woman with a bell in her hand.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the man announced in a loud voice. “Thank you for attending this year’s pre-ball luncheon, organized by my beautiful Charlotte.”
I recognized that name. That must be Mr. and Mrs. Beatrix.
Edward Beatrix went on about the history and tradition of the luncheon, while I scanned the crowd for the Montrose boys.
They were edging toward the back of the room when I spotted them.
“There,” I hissed into Patrick’s ear, pointing low so no one else in the crowd would see.
Just then, they slipped out into the hallway.
Wasting no time, Patrick grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crowd. For my part, I raised the back of my hand to my forehead, feigning a fainting spell.
Not my finest moment. But hey, you gotta work with what you’re given.
As soon as we reached the long hallway with a dozen doors, we caught sight of two dark heads. Rushing forward, we tried to catch up with them.
But they disappeared again. Just vanished into thin air.
We hustled as fast as we could in our 1920s getup down the long corridor. When we reached the end of the hallway, there was still no sign of them.
“What the heck?” Patrick’s head swung around. “Do they have stones that make them disappear now?”
I glanced around, scratching my chin. “No, I don’t think that’s it. We would’ve seen some kind of light or heard rushing wind if they used a portal.”
He snapped his fingers. “Look at you, being all smart and logical.”
I grinned at him for a second, but it faded fast. “There’s got to be something else we’re missing.”
The Three Societies were known for their hidden tunnels and secret rooms, and the Guardians were no exception.
He scrunched his bushy eyebrows together. “You mean like a secret door or something?”
“Yes.” I nodded at him. “Exactly like that. Who’s the smart one now?”
His sideways half-smile reemerged. “Okay, let’s start tapping the wall and see if we find something.”
I pointed to the right side, towards the back. “They disappeared somewhere around here.” I made a big circle with my arm.
We both started knocking on the walls—softly so we wouldn’t draw attention.
I scanned the dark wood paneling as I knocked, and then my gaze snagged on a strange piece of molding on the chair rail. Every ten feet or so, the waist-high mahogany molding was broken up by an intricately carved square decorative piece. Most were rosettes, but this decorative square was a familiar symbol.
Right there in the molding of the Beatrix’s hallway was a Guardian symbol—a circle with wings above and fire below.
“Here,” I whisper-screamed, pressing the symbol.
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