The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

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3.        “Seven Devils” Florence + The Machine
     
4.        “Never Too Late” by Three Days Grace
     
5.        “So Far Away” by Staind
     
6.        “Why Can’t I?” Liz Phair
     
7.        “Deep Inside You” Third Eye Blind
     
8.        “Hurt” Nine Inch Nails
     
9.        “Ghosts” by On An On
     
10.    “Gold” by Wake Owl
     
     
     

 
    Dear Reader,
     
    Thank you for reading THE COINCIDENCE OF CALLIE AND KAYDEN. There’s nothing I love more than books--reading them, writing them, and sharing them with others. Once I started writing about Callie and Kayden I fell in love with their story, and I hope you did too. If you enjoyed reading about them and are looking for another great, romantic read, then I invite you to check out THE SECRET OF ELLA AND MICHA.
     
    I first released THE SECRET OF ELLA AND MICHA as an ebook in October 2012. Just like Callie and Kayden, right from the beginning Ella and Micha completely captured my imagination and my heart. Nothing is as powerful and as passionate--or as fragile--as young love.
     
    For those of you who have already read THE SECRET OF ELLA AND MICHA, I have some exciting news: In 2013 I begin a new partnership with Grand Central Publishing and Forever Romance! They’ll be releasing a new edition of THE SECRET OF ELLA AND MICHA as an ebook and in print with special new cover art. And there will be a new edition for our overseas friends too, coming from my new UK publisher, Sphere. Even more exciting, I’ll be continuing this series with my new publishers as well. So be on the lookout for THE FOREVER OF ELLA AND MICHA and THE TEMPTATION OF LILA AND ETHAN coming soon!
     
    To everyone who has read my books and helped make THE SECRET OF ELLA AND MICHA into a New York Times and USA Today bestseller, thank you! And for those of you who are new to my books, I’m so excited to share my stories with you and I hope you love them all!
     
    Happy Reading,
     
    Jessica Sorensen.
     
     
     
     
     

     
     
     

 
    A teaser from The Secret of Ella and Micha
     
     
     
    Prologue
     
     
     
    Ella
     
    I wonder if I can fly? With the wind and rain in my hair and my arms out to the side of me, it feels like it might be possible. Perhaps if I can get enough courage to jump off the thin ledge, I’ll soar away into the night, like a bird with powerful wings.
     
    Maybe then I could reunite with her.
     
     “What are you doing?” Micha says, his voice higher than normal. “Get down from there. You’re going to hurt yourself.” His aqua eyes pierce me through the rain and his hands are on the beams above his head, hesitant to climb out onto the ledge.
     
    “I don’t think I will,” I say. “I think I might be able to fly… just like her.”
     
    “Your mom couldn’t fly.” He balances onto the railing and glances down at the murky water far below our feet. “What are you on?”
     
    “I took one of her old pills.” I tip my head back and bask my face in the rain. “I just wanted to see what it was like for her. Why she thought she was invincible.”
     
    He steps down on the beam with his arms spanned out to the side and his clunky boots slip on the wet metal.  The lightning flashes above our heads and collides with the earth.
     
    “Your mother didn’t know better, but you do.” Bracing one hand on the metal wire above our heads, he extends his other hand toward me. “Now come over here. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”
     
    “I don’t know if I can,” I say softly, raising my head back up as I rotate to face him. “I’m not sure if I want to.”
     
    He dares a step closer and his thick eyelashes blink fiercely against the down pour. “Yes, you do. You’re stronger than that.” His hand begs me closer. “Please, just get over here.”
     
    Staring down at the black water, my body starts to drift.
     
    “I swear to God, Ella!” Micha shouts, his tone sharp, his muscles tense. “Give me your hand!”
     
    I snap out of my daze and tangle my fingers with his. His other hand captures my waist and he leads us swiftly back to the railing, lifting me over it. My feet settle onto the concrete of the bridge that is pooled with puddles. Lights on the beams illuminate the night and Micha’s car is parked in the middle of the bridge with the driver’s door open and the engine and headlights on.
     
    He hops over the railing and then his arms are around me,