Promotional Event: Reveal (Cryptid Tales, #1)

Reveal (Cryptid Tales, #1)  by Brina Courtney
Age Group: Young Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 16, 2011
Book Description

You think seeing ghosts is weird? Tell me something I don't know. 

My childhood best friend Jeremy, happens to be a ghost. 

My life is a puzzle, and the biggest piece missing has been my dad. Since his disappearance when I was six it's been tough, but Jeremy has been by my side through it all. 

But now Jeremy has gone missing too and I feel like I'm never going to get all the answers I've been looking for. 

Fate intervenes when Hugh, a real live college beefcake, starts taking an interest in me. He divulges that he also shares my little "gift" of seeing the dead I know I'm finally getting closer to finding all the pieces. 

However, the more the puzzle is completed, the more questions I have. 

Senior year is hard enough as it is, but clearly I like a challenge.

Excerpt:

“You have to run. You have to go now Camryn!”

My blood pumped through my body like it was on fire. I didn’t want to leave but something was telling me to go. Something besides my frantic mother.

“I don’t understand! What’s going on?”

My father looked at me sternly. “The world is falling apart. You have to go, to be safe.”

I shook my head. “You have to come with me,” I pleaded. I was only seventeen, I didn’t want to go alone.

The looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with the liquid from their tears. My mother nodded. “Take Kiley,” my father said.

“Kiley? But shouldn’t she be with her family?”

“She won’t have a family soon. Now go pack a bag for camp. I’ll call her family.”

“It’s the right thing to do,” my mother agreed solemnly.

“But you have to tell me why! Why do you want me to go to camp? I haven’t been there in years!”

My mother grabbed me and pulled me into a warm hug. “It’s the only place you’ll be safe. You’ll be with your own kind.”

I pulled away from her, “My own kind? What the hell does that mean?”

My mother looked away. I looked to my father for comfort. “Dad, what is she talking about?”

He sighed. “She’s talking about other babies that were born like you. People who are special. You, Camryn, you are so special.”

Special. My own kind. My heart raced. Who was I?