For Always Prequel

By Janae Mitchell

Malyn Reed meets and quickly falls in love with Beau Brogan, who seems to be perfect in every way... except for the fact that he died in 1910.

Malyn Reed has been able to see spirits her entire life. Now that she’s almost seventeen, she’s learned to differentiate between the living and the dead, making her gift feel less like a curse. She ignores the spirits she encounters on a daily basis, which has made living side by side with them slightly easier...until she moves to Dandridge, the second oldest town in Tennessee.

Beau Brogan has been dead for a hundred years. In life, he was a hard-working country boy who loved his family and stole the hearts of many southern belles. All of that came to a tragic halt at the age of nineteen when his life came to an untimely end. In death, his spirit has been entombed in a ghostly existence of loneliness and misery he wishes would end... until the Reeds move in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janae Mitchell
• Release date: Jul 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310203046

Janae Mitchell

I've been interested in the paranormal most of my life, living in a 'haunted' house growing up. This fascination, mixed with my love of writing, made my first YA paranormal romance series, For Always, inevitable. Of course, I'd have to throw a spooky ghost story in there, too.I'm a huge fan of readers! They breathe life into the books we give birth to. Thank you, fellow readers, for making books come alive. ☺

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For Always

Prequel

By

Janae Mitchell

For Always

Prequel

Janae Mitchell

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Copyright 2014 Janae Mitchell

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

Even eternity has to start somewhere.

Beau Brogan

Dandridge, TN; 1910

When you’re dyin’, it’s funny how your life kinda plays itself back to ya. All the important people and events go through your mind like they just happened; workin’, laughin’, playin’, teasin’, kissin’, eatin’. All the things I’d never get to do again. I missed my life already, even though it hadn’t been taken yet.

When it finally sank in that this was it, that this dad-blamed river was fixin’ to take me, I wasn’t scared as much as I was sad. All I kept thinkin’ about was Ma and my brothers and sisters. How’re they gonna handle this? And how is Pa gonna get as much work done if I ain’t here to help him?

I’m fadin’ now, wonderin’ if I should just take in a breath of water and get it over with, but I’m afraid. I’d rather be fadin’ than chokin’, which I might end up doin’ anyway. I’d never really thought about drownin’ or how awful it’d be. Guess I’m gonna find out soon enough, though.

But ‘til I’m completely gone, my life still plays out in my head. The life