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Lightning in Her Hands (Wild Magic) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 3: Wild Magic

Vasquez Gilliland, Raquel

 
9780593548592: Lightning in Her Hands (Wild Magic)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0593548590 ISBN 13: 9780593548592
Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group, 2024

Inhaltsangabe

Gifted—or cursed—with the power to influence the weather, one woman must embrace her wild heart in the next electric romance from the author of Witch of Wild Things.

Teal Flores is desperate for two things—control over her gift of weather, and a date to her ex’s wedding. The first isn’t possible until she finds her long-lost mother, but the second has a very handsome last-ditch solution: Carter Velasquez.

Carter needs Teal too. His chance at receiving an inheritance is dependent on him being married by age thirty (blame his traditional Cuban grandmother), so who better to pose as his wife than Teal? But fake marriage and cohabitation prove tricky when mutual attraction charges the atmosphere—quite literally for Teal, whose volatile emotions cause lightning strikes.

Together, Teal and Carter embark on a quest to find her mother and the answers she’s searching for. But along the way, they’ll discover something even better: a love that can weather any storm.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Raquel Vasquez Gilliland is a Pura Belpré Award–winning Mexican American poet, novelist, and painter. She received her BA in cultural anthropology from the University of West Florida and her MFA in poetry from the University of Alaska Anchorage. Raquel is most inspired by folklore and seeds and the lineages of all things. When not writing, Raquel tells stories to her plants, and they tell her stories back.

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WIBTA if I asked my ex best friend to be my plus 1 to my ex's wedding?

posted in r/AITAH by TealLightning ten hours ago

My ex (m34) is getting married this weekend and my date just bailed. I (28f) really don't want to go alone. I want to ask my ex best friend (m26) to be my plus 1.

But this ex best friend stopped speaking to me a while back. My older sister says it's because he's in love with me and I've been leading him on for years and he's just trying to get over me. But there's no way. My sister just got engaged and now she looks at everything with hearts in her eyes.

I miss him so much though. I feel like if he came to the wedding with me, it's a win/win. I'm not alone and we can catch up and it would be just like old times.

My younger sister says I would be the asshole if I did, because he would never be able to say no to me and I need to let his broken heart heal. But he's dated a ton of women who are not me since I last talked with him; clearly he's over his crush, if it was ever there to begin with. Which it wasn't.

Would I be the asshole if I asked him to the wedding?

thepoopsmith-YTA

itsholabitch3s-ur the asshole. just leave him alone. god. if he wanted to be friends with u he would be speaking to you rn.

shenanigans007-NTA. Nothing wrong with asking. What's the worst that could happen? Seriously? A girl can't ask a guy to a wedding anymore is that what this is. This world is seriously f**ked up yall I can't even right now with this

raspberrylimeseltzerwater-wait you think it's a win/win because YOU wouldn't be alone and it would be "just like old times" when clearly something went down that must've hurt him and changed everything? you're the assholeeeeeee

iap384771oo1-hey that's a good point. what actually happened last time you spoke to this dude, OP?

TealLightning-Nothing. I was at the bar he was working at and that's when I met my ex actually. That was the night my ex and I first hooked up.

raspberrylimeseltzerwater-something's missing from this story. why does your sister think he has a broken heart? what did u do to hurt him?

TealLightning-Jfc, I didn't do shit to him. So what if we kissed for the first time earlier that week? He knew it meant nothing, I knew it meant nothing. It meant nothing. Doesn't mean he gets to throw away sixteen years of friendship over it.

iap384771oo1-seriously you want him to go to the wedding of the guy you chose after kissing him for the first time? after he's loved you for years??! you're the asshole

raspberrylimeseltzerwater-that's what i thought. we're always missing some part of the story. YTA, OP, sorry not sorry

shenanigans007-yeahhh. yta. you're the f**king asshole bitch I can't even explain how much rn, god this world is so freaking messed up, a guy can't even try to avoid a girl he loves anymore, I just?? you know?

TealLightning-whatever. I'm gonna ask him just to spite y'all. And after that I'm deleting this dumb post.



I’ve been sitting in my car at the parking lot of Cranberry Rose Company for almost twenty minutes. My ex, Nate Bowen, owns the place.

But I'm not here to see him.

My sister Sage and her man, Tenn, work here, too. Not here for them, either.

I suck in a breath when a tall, dark-haired Cuban American fellow steps out of the barn, pushing a wheelbarrow full of . . . I'm not sure what. Wood chips?

"Finally," I mutter, and get out of the car.

I push my nerves all the way down as I approach him, until my legs feel steady enough to walk without tripping all over myself. All morning, my heart has felt like it's grown iridescent, indigo-bunting wings and is vibrating against my rib cage. I couldn't even eat breakfast.

Since when have I ever been nervous to talk to Carter?

Since he melted your boy shorts off with a single kiss last summer, my brain responds.

I close my eyes, and when I open them again, Carter's looking right at me, a line between his furrowed brows. "Teal? What are you doing here?"

I try not to notice the dark clouds in the distance. If I do, they'll get here even faster.

"I'm-" I cough. "Um." I stop when I'm six feet away. I'm close enough to notice the way he looks at me like I'm some kind of a stranger to him now. Like we didn't spend our childhood collecting coins for the ice cream truck, eating our Choco Tacos and strawberry shortcakes in the big alder tree behind his mama's old house. Like I didn't call him every time Johnny made me feel like shit, knowing that just Carter's voice would make me feel better about my life, about the fuckup I'd become.

I'm not close enough to him for dangerous things. Like to smell his cologne-Polo Green by Ralph Lauren, with its notes of citrus and leather. I'm not close enough to make out the sugar-sweet pink of his full lips. I'm not close enough to remember how they felt around my nipple through my bra-warm and wet and everything.

He frowns at me even more deeply. "Sage and Tenn aren't here today. They're working in the field."

"Carter," I say, and my voice breaks and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Thunder rumbles way too close. I'm running out of time. I always feel like I'm running out of time when it comes to Carter these days.

This time, his eyebrows rise in worry. "Teal, what's wrong? Is it Nadia? Is it-"

"No. Nothing like that." I shake my head firmly and inhale. One-two-three-four in, and out to the count of eight. Just say it, I will myself. And I do, in one whole breath, so fast even I can barely understand myself. "Do you wanna go with me to Nate's wedding on Saturday?"

I'm not the asshole, I swear I'm not the asshole. Carter and I might've kissed-once-but if it meant something to me? I wouldn't have gone off with Nate just two days later. And if it meant something to him? He wouldn't have slept with every woman under the age of forty-five in Cranberry in the last year.

I just want my childhood best friend back. That's it.

But with the way Carter's jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow-it looks like that's not going to happen anytime soon, if ever. "Weren't you going with Andre Castle?"

"No." Yes. I was, till Andre got sick of my bullshit and dumped me just yesterday. "Anyway, I just thought we could, you know, go, as friends. And-"

"I already have a date, Teal." Carter's voice is as sharp as the art I saw at the gallery downtown a couple of weeks back, full of glass blown in veins of edges and blades. "And now I have to work."

He dismisses me by angling the wheelbarrow away and marching down the hill toward the garden beds.


For eight years straight, my sister Sage didn’t cry, because when she did, my other sister, Sky, who we thought was dead, would appear to her as a ghost. Now that Sky is back, alive and well (as well as she could be, considering), Sage is making up for it. It seems like all she does is cry these days. She and Tenn move in together? Weeping-willow-turned-human. She and Tenn get engaged? La Llorona, showing off her artisan-carved engagement ring, with green-gold mushrooms swirling around one giant ivy-hued sapphire.

Sage and I used to have that in common, because I try really hard to not cry, in general. But it's not because the tears call a ghost my way. It's because-

A heavy splatter of cold hits my head.

Another hits my shoulder.

"Dammit," I mutter, glaring up at the sky, where the endless gray clouds have finally caught up with me. I wipe at my eyes violently, willing the salty wet to stay in, for the sake of old gods.

I run to my car, followed by a sheet of sleet. It's the end of March and we're supposed to be in the middle of a warm spring.

This is why I don't like to cry.

I lean my head against the driver's door and do the breath...

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Verlag
Penguin Publishing Group
Erscheinungsdatum
2024
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Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593548590
ISBN 13 
9780593548592
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