From a USA Today Bestselling author comes a faerie-tale ghost-story that will transport you...

"When the earth gives up her dead, then shall you understand."

Georjayna isn’t exactly thrilled about going to Ireland to live with her aunt for the summer, and even less thrilled when her sexy cousin Jasher (not blood-related, he's adopted and don't you forget it) turns out to be as friendly as a nest of vipers. Sigh. At least it gets her out of Saltford and away from her neglectful mother, Liz.

When Georjie unearths Jasher's terrifying secret, things she never knew about her own family begin to come to light;

A heartbroken woman who disappeared without a trace.

A desiccated body.

Strange cocoons hanging in the greenhouse

She soon finds herself embroiled in a disturbing mystery that involves the very power of nature itself, and Georjie learns that the earth never forgets. But it's when Georjayna herself begins to change in new and powerful ways that she realizes things have gotten personal.

˃˃˃The ancient fae await you...

Born of Earth is the third book in The Elemental Origins, a series of captivating teen urban fantasy novels that can be read in any order.

Read Born of Earth and be swallowed up by this enchanting (and a little spooky) tale today.

Read a snippet:

Thousands of tiny sparkling fae began to land on me. A warm rush went through me and my heart rate doubled. Feather-light touches all over made me gasp. Lights floated in front of my face, landing there too, winking on my cheeks and blurring my vision.


"Jasher," I gasped, and looked for him. I could barely see him. The twinkling lights close to my eyes blurred him out.


"Georjie." Jasher's voice was awestruck.


I held my hands out in front of me. I looked absolutely coated in miniature Christmas lights. My sensitive scalp, still damp from my shower, detected the tiny whirring fans of their wings as they fluttered against my head. I looked down at my body. Every surface of me was wrapped with fae. I was a human form made of light. I barely dared to breathe. 


"Why?" I exhaled the question lightly.


"Ask them," suggested Jasher. "Rasha told you her name, maybe they'll tell you what they want."


"Can I help you?"

Tiny bells went off in my head, thousands of them - all whispering the same word. 
Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise.


"What did they say?" Jasher asked.


I looked up, puzzled. "Nothing that made any sense."


The lights lifted and began to swirl, this time they spiraled up and out of the open dome of the greenhouse to be swallowed by the night. 


The magical moment was over so unexpectedly that it left me feeling bereft and wishing I had paid more attention.

And isn't that the way the most precious moments of our lives come and go? Over in a moment, leaving us breathless and feeling like yelling, 'Wait, don't go!'