When Ania moves from London to Swansea city in Wales she is hoping that her life will get a bit more exciting, after all she is running away from her controlling mother to taste more freedom and feel more independent. Everything seems to be going the way she wanted until she almost dies while taking a quiet walk around the beach in the late evening.
When she opens her eyes, nothing seems the same...
She starts seeing people that no one else is able to notice. An enchanting looking man keeps following her and Ania’s life seems to getting more exciting than she ever wished for.
After the attack something changes inside her, she has been blessed with the new frightening gift of seeing and hearing sprites all around her... the magical creatures that only existed in folklore, myths and legends of Britain.
Gabriel is attractive and handsome but no ... he is not a vampire. He keeps coming back and Ania feels an instant connection between them but this might get her into more trouble. Supernatural romance is not on her mind right now.
Because he is forbidden to even touch her ... the line between the death and love has never been so thin and the sprites won’t stop whispering until ... she will choose to love or abandon Gabriel.
The Whispers of the sprite - the first book in the Young adult paranormal romance series,
(The Whispers series)
If you looking for a fresh new urban fantasy romance filled with folklore, myths, legends, fairies and magic then this is the one to keep an eye on.
This is a young adult paranormal romance which includes violence and sexual scenes recommended for ages sixteen and up
Joanna Mazurkiewicz was born in Poland. She moved to United Kingdom when she was only nineteen and just finished high school. She had aspired to be a writer upon completion of the Harry Potter series but also enjoyed reading books like 'Gone with the Wind', 'Animal Farm' and 'The doll'. She graduated from Swansea University with a bachelor degree in American Studies. While studying in the UK she made a decision to start writing fiction in English.
The "Whispers of the Sprite" is her first debut novel and she is currently working on the second book in the series. Joanna lives in Cowbridge, a small town in South Wales near Cardiff with her boyfriend Bruce. She enjoys cycling around Welsh countryside some of which has become the settings in her first series
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Here is the excerpt
I scream, realising that I see another face in the mirror apart from my own reflection. I turn around, horrified, and the handsome individual from my dream is standing right in front of me. For the first time, I can see him so clearly and so close to me. If I reach out my hand, I can touch him and then I would be sure if I really am crazy and imagining it or if he exists for real. But I can't move and I stop breathing. He is just staring at me with his astonishing azure eyes and my whole body tenses while my heartbeat starts to thumps. He appears to be surprised and shocked and for the first time in my life I have to look up at a man taller than me. I can feel the growing pain around my stomach, I inhale quickly, afraid that I might vomit again. Instantly, I feel furious looking at him, he has followed me all the way to the ladies toilets. This is the opportunity that I had been waiting for, to discover if the line between reality and delusion could actually be crossed.
‘Who are you and why are you following me?’ I try to sound serious but my tone is husky. He looks terrified but he doesn't respond. I want to touch him, but I am unable to move. His eyes are so striking that I can't stop staring at him. His skin is smooth and radiant. The black shiny hair is matted and his lips are perfectly round. I have never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. We stare at each other for a long while as time stops and life ceases to exist around me. I lose the sense of reality and close my eyes, trying to concentrate on something positive and keep telling to myself that this is only my imagination. When I open my eyes again the toilet is empty and he has vanished. I exhale finally and inhale the thick air saturated with my own sweat. I sit down on the floor and realise that there is a piece of paper in front of me. I take the paper and unfold it.
Getting rid of a delusion makes us wiser than getting hold of a truth.*