Carissa Miller
Publication date: September 10th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
When Elle Christiansen’s rebellion leads to her father’s expulsion from a parsonage in small-town Ohio, the forlorn pair is forced to move to Oklahoma to live with an aunt neither of them has ever met. Here she encounters her aunt’s neighbor—Maverick Mason, the quietly confident son of a wealthy oil tycoon who infuriates her as much as he inexplicably draws her in…
Maverick slowly gains Elle’s trust and coaxes her out from the seemingly impenetrable walls of self-protection she erected around her heart when her mother was murdered. He convinces Elle to confide the secrets of her tortured past: that she saw her mother’s murder before it took place, and she was the one who found her, bleeding to death at the end of a lonely dirt road. Together the unlikely pair begins to unlock the secrets of not only Elle’s sordid past, but her mother’s and grandmother’s as well, to uncover decades of greed, corporate corruption, lies, and murder. Quickly, the sobering realization hits: if they do not solve her mother’s murder, Elle will undoubtedly suffer the same fate. As she continues her journey toward truth alongside the boy she is magnetically drawn to in a way both frightening and uncontrollable, Elle finds the road she is most afraid of going down—that one lane dirt road where her mother was murdered—just might be the only place she can truly find redemption.
Magnetic tells of the enduring pain of living with unsolved violent crime. Inspired by debut author Carissa Miller’s true-life events, it’s a haunting account of a young girl’s struggle in the aftermath of shattering loss. With an unraveling love story, puzzling mystery, unexpected twists and turns, and a gripping pace that will keep you turning pages, our heroine takes you on her journey as she learns one of life’s great lessons: facing your fears instead of running from them, is the only way to truly find freedom.

“Elle, this is Maverick Mason. He’s a senior at Heritage Hall too.” My aunt turned to me and completed her introductions even though she knew they were only for show. She knew we had already met. "Maverick this is my niece that I told you would be coming to stay with us. Her name is Elle."
Maverick walked toward me and the force between us surged, becoming more difficult to fight with each of his approaching steps. He was directly in front of me and I was holding my breath in anticipation as he reached out his hand to me. My hand instinctively went up to meet his without me telling it to do so.
We’re touching again.
I was bombarded with an onslaught of emotions. I was lost, completely undone. The second our hands met, I was suddenly wandering in a desert, dying of thirst but only being given a drop of water to sustain me. Maverick merely touching my hand was not enough to quench my undying thirst. It only made me long for more.
I was interrupted by my dad’s judgmental glare. I worried that he could somehow sense the undeniable force that connected us. Maverick winked at me before he turned around and I was irritated by his playful behavior in front of my dad; but I also loved it. I rolled my eyes at him but simultaneously tried to suppress a smile.
I was always so unhinged in his presence. He was both infuriating and intoxicating, a mixture that left me completely enraptured. I could not escape him—not in my dreams and not in my reality. Maverick Mason—he was everywhere.
He walked straight past me with no acknowledgment—which made the fire simmer inside of me—and put the groceries on my aunt’s kitchen counter. I watched as he walked around her kitchen with obvious comfort and ease, unloading her groceries for her. Meanwhile, I sat there with my arms crossed and stared at him, scowling. Eventually I felt my dad nudge me and I looked up to see his questioning eyes on me, wondering why I was being so rude to the young man he thought I had just met. I softened my glare and let my arms fall to my side as I heard my dad begin to make polite small talk with Maverick about Heritage Hall, what his interests were, and how he liked living in Tulsa. I acted disinterested but secretly hung onto every word that came out of his perfect mouth.

Author Bio:
Carissa Miller writes a lifestyle and design blog called CC and Mike, where she and her husband blog about their experiences designing, building, and flipping houses in the Midwest. She was inspired to write her debut novel–Magnetic—because of her firsthand experience living with the trauma of an unsolved violent crime, her mother’s attempted murder. When she’s not writing, blogging, or designing, Carissa loves Oklahoma summers on the lake with her husband and three children, going to Oklahoma State sporting events and cheering on the Cowboys, and traveling cross country with her family in the RV she and her husband renovated. Carissa laughs loudly, loves with her whole heart, tells it how it is to a fault, and enjoys living life to the fullest, every moment of every day.
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