{"product_id":"darkfever-isbn-9780440240983","title":"Darkfever","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe first book of the blockbuster Fever series from #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Karen Marie Moning\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMacKayla Lane’s life is good. She has great friends, a decent job, and a car that breaks down only every other week or so. In other words, she’s your perfectly ordinary twenty-first-century woman. Or so she thinks . . . until something extraordinary happens.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A seductive mix of Celtic mythology and dark, sexy danger.”—\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen her sister is murdered, leaving a single clue to her death–a cryptic message on Mac’s cell phone—Mac journeys to Ireland in search of answers. The quest to find her sister’s killer draws her into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems, where good and evil wear the same treacherously seductive mask. She is soon faced with an even greater challenge: staying alive long enough to learn how to handle a power she had no idea she possessed—a gift that allows her to see beyond the world of man, into the dangerous realm of the Fae. . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Mac delves deeper into the mystery of her sister’s death, her every move is shadowed by the dark, mysterious Jericho, a man with no past and only mockery for a future. As she begins to close in on the truth, the ruthless Vlane—an alpha Fae who makes sex an addiction for human women–closes in on her. And as the boundary between worlds begins to crumble, Mac’s true mission becomes clear: find the elusive Sinsar Dubh before someone else claims the all-powerful Dark Book—because whoever gets to it first holds nothing less than complete control of the very fabric of both worlds in their hands. . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKaren Marie Moning’s explosive Fever series continues\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDARKFEVER • BLOODFEVER • FAEFEVER • DREAMFEVER • SHADOWFEVER • ICED • BURNED • FEVERBORN • FEVERSONG • HIGH VOLTAGE • KINGDOM OF SHADOW AND LIGHT“A seductive mix of Celtic mythology and dark, sexy danger.”—\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A wonderful dark fantasy…give yourself a treat and read outside the box.” —Charlaine Harris\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A compelling world filled with mystery and vivid characters…will stoke readers’ fervor for \u003cb\u003eBloodfever\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e, \u003c\/i\u003ethe next installment.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Clear off space on your keeper shelf—this sharp series looks to be amazing.” —\u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eKaren Marie Moning\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.\u003ci\u003eChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A year earlier . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e July 9. Ashford, Georgia. Ninety–four degrees.  Ninety–seven percent humidity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It gets crazy hot in the South in the summer, but  it’s worth it to have such short, mild winters. I like most all seasons and climes.  I can get into an overcast drizzly autumn day–great for curling up with a good book–every  bit as much as a cloudless blue summer sky, but I’ve never cared much for snow and  ice. I don’t know how northerners put up with it. Or why. But I guess it’s a good  thing they do, otherwise they’d all be down here crowding us out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Native to the  sultry southern heat, I was lounging by the pool in the backyard of my parents’ house,  wearing my favorite pink polka–dotted bikini that went perfectly with my new I’m-not-really-a-waitress-pink  manicure and pedicure. I was sprawled in a cushion-topped chaise soaking up the sun,  my long blonde hair twisted up in a spiky knot on top of my head in one of those  hairdos you really hope nobody ever catches you wearing. Mom and Dad were away on  vacation, celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary with a twenty-one day island-hopping  cruise through the tropics, which had begun two weeks ago in Maui and ended next  weekend in Miami.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I’d been working devotedly on my tan in their absence, taking  quick dips in the cool sparkling blue, then stretching out to let the sun toast drops  of water from my skin, wishing my sister Alina was around to hang out with, and maybe  invite a few friends over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My iPod was tucked into my dad’s Bose sound dock on the  patio table next to me, bopping cheerily through a playlist I’d put together specifically  for poolside sunning, comprised of the top one hundred one-hit wonders from the past  few decades, plus a few others that make me smile–happy mindless music to pass happy  mindless time. It was currently playing an old Louis Armstrong song–“What a Wonderful  World.” Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes  I’m a little off the beaten track. Oh well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A tall glass of chilled sweet tea was  at hand, and the phone was nearby in case Mom and Dad made ground sooner than expected.  They weren’t due ashore the next island until tomorrow, but twice now they’d landed  sooner than scheduled. Since I’d accidentally dropped my cell phone in the pool a  few days ago, I’d been toting the cordless around so I wouldn’t miss a call.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fact  was, I missed my parents like crazy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At first, when they left, I’d been elated by  the prospect of time alone. I live at home and when my parents are there the house  sometimes feels annoyingly like Grand Central Station, with Mom’s friends, Dad’s  golf buddies, and ladies from the church popping in, punctuated by neighborhood kids  stopping over with one excuse or another, conveniently clad in their swim trunks–gee,  could they be angling for an invitation?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But after two weeks of much longed for  solitude, I’d begun choking on it. The rambling house seemed achingly quiet, especially  in the evenings. Around supper time I’d been feeling downright lost. Hungry, too.  Mom’s an amazing cook and I’d burned out fast on pizza, potato chips, and mac-’n’ -cheese. I couldn’t wait for one of her fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh turnip  greens, and peach pie with homemade whipped-cream dinners. I’d even done the grocery  shopping in anticipation, stocking up on everything she needed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I love to eat. Fortunately,  it doesn’t show. I’m healthy through the bust and bottom, but slim through the waist  and thighs. I have good metabolism, though Mom says, \u003ci\u003eHa, wait until you’re thirty.  Then forty, then fifty.\u003c\/i\u003e Dad says, \u003ci\u003eMore to love, Rainey \u003c\/i\u003eand gives Mom a look that  makes me concentrate really hard on something else. Anything else. I adore my parents,  but there’s such a thing as TMI. \u003ci\u003eToo much information.\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e All in all, I have a great  life, short of missing my parents and counting the days until Alina gets home from  Ireland, but both of those are temporary, soon to be rectified. My life will go back  to being perfect again before much longer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is there such a thing as tempting the  Fates to slice one of the most important threads that holds your life together simply  by being too happy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When the phone rang, I thought it was my parents.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It wasn’t.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s funny how such a tiny, insignificant, dozen-times-a-day action can become a  line of demarcation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The picking up of a phone. The pressing of an on button.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Before  I pressed it–as far as I knew–my sister Alina was alive. At the moment of pressing,  my life split into two distinct epochs: Before the call and After.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Before the call,  I had no use for a word like “demarcation,” one of those fifty-cent words I knew  only because I was an avid reader. Before, I floated through life from one happy  moment to the next. Before, I thought I knew everything. I thought I knew who I was,  where I fit, and exactly what my future would bring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Before, I thought I knew I  \u003ci\u003ehad\u003c\/i\u003e a future.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After, I began to discover that I’d never really known anything at  all.","brand":"Dell","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300581200101,"sku":"NP9780440240983","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780440240983.jpg?v=1742920557","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/darkfever-isbn-9780440240983","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}