The Hidden Library by Heather Lyons
Author: Heather Lyons
Release Date: February 26th, 2015
Publisher: Cerulean Books
Genre(s): Fantasy, Romance, New Adult
Summary:
Sometimes, the rabbit hole is deeper than expected . . .
Alice Reeve and Finn Van Brunt have tumbled into a life of secrets. Some secrets they share, such as their employment by the clandestine organization known as The Collectors’ Society. Other secrets they carry within them, fighting to keep buried the things that could change everything they think they know.
On the hunt for an elusive villain who is hell-bent on destroying legacies, Alice, Finn, and the rest of the Society are desperate to unravel the mysteries surrounding them. But the farther they spiral down this rabbit hole, the deeper they fall into secrets that will test their loyalties and pit them against enemies both new and old.
Secrets, they come to find, can reveal the deadliest of truths.
* This is the second book in the adult romance/fairy tale Collectors' Society series.
About the Author
Heather Lyons is known for writing epic, heartfelt love stories often with a fantastical twist. From Young Adult to New Adult to Adult novels—one commonality in all her books is the touching, and sometimes heart-wrenching, romance. In addition to writing, she's also been an archaeologist and a teacher. She and her husband and children live in sunny Southern California and are currently working their way through every cupcakery she can find.
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Excerpt
Later, when the sweat on our skin turns cool and the floor turns hard, she murmurs, “Someone should write a book about how Alice Liddell from Wonderland falls in love with Huckleberry Finn. I might rather want to read that book.”
I bury my face in the curve of her neck. She smells so goddamn good right now. “What would it be called?”
She’s quiet for a long moment. I run my hands along her body, memorizing the planes the best I can. A sigh of contentment floats be- tween us, and I have no idea if it came from her or me.
I can’t remember being so happy.
“It would be a love story,” she finally says.
“That’s the title? A Love Story?”
“No, no. It would be called An Ode to Polaris.” And then, “Polaris is the name of the North Star.”
I kiss the hollow of her neck. “I know what Polaris is. We’re binaries, remember. Can’t it be An Ode to Binaries?”
“The point is, it would be a love story. And it would be my favorite.”
The breath in my chest stills. Is she—is she saying what I think she’s saying? I have to swallow before I can talk. I’m reminded of how my father looked at his wife when she was telling all the revelers at their anniversary ball of how he proposed to her. He looked at her like she was the most important thing in his world. Like she was the most precious. Like the sun rose and set on her.
As much as I loved them both, it was alien to me then. But I get it now. I absolutely get it.
When I answer her, my words will only come out as whispers, there’s so much emotion in me. “It would be my favorite, too.”
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