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Pictures of Dorianna

Catherine Stine

Genre: Urban Fantasy, YA paranormal romance

Publisher: Konjur Road Press

Date of Publication: October 23, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-7333901-0-1
eBook: 978-1-7333901-1-8

Number of pages: 327
Word Count: 90k

Cover Artist: Najla Qamber

Tagline: Internet followers,

beauty, power. It all sounded good. Until it transformed into a terrifying
reality Dorianna couldn’t stop. New twist on Dorian Gray with the first-ever
female lead!

Book Description:

Internet followers, beauty,

power. It all sounded good.

Until it transformed into a

terrifying reality she couldn’t stop.

When her father is jailed, her

mother ships lonely, plain Dorianna to her aunt’s in Brooklyn, NY. There,
Dorianna yearns to build a new identity, but the popular Lacey bullies
her—mostly for getting attention from her ex, Ander.

Ander takes Dorianna to Coney

Island where Wilson, a videographer, creates a stunning compilation of her. She
dreams of being an online sensation, as she’s never even had a birthday party,
and vows she’d give anything to go viral. Wilson claims he’s the Prince of
Darkness and offers her the beauty and fame, even love she’s dreamed of—warning
her that a pledge has its downsides. Dorianna has no idea of how dire those
consequences might be.

She’s thrust into the spotlight,

and an incomprehensible nightmare. Not only is she prettier, she’s gaining
harmful powers of manipulation. When her dark forces grow beyond anything she
can control, she’s desperate but clueless as to how to stop them.

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Wilson taps impatiently on the

keypad. “You want beauty and youth forever, Dorianna? I can give you that.
Power over those mean girls; over a lot of people? It’s yours for a price. Just
say it.” His eyes are golden and black and red all at once, like unearthly
spears, piercing through me. I’m dizzy. I need fresh air now. But I want this
promise more than anything. Ever.


the price?” I rasp.


stare burns into me. “Can’t say exactly. But there always is.” His words are
ice and fire. Flutters of snowflakes pattering silently under my skin that melt
into scorching sparks.


follow an irrepressible urge to stand up, and look down on Wilson with his
narrow, feral face and piercings. I need Ander to look at me with that passion.
I need those hater girls put in their place. I need a friend, and for people to
want to be with me all of the time, to never be bored. Only to love me.


worth any price.


powerful force in me breaks loose, as if a flu bug is racing rampant down my


you… give your soul?” Wilson’s whisper invades my gut, my brain.


aching gaze from our time at the beach shimmers in front of me. Enticing. I can
almost feel his kiss. Like water. Drink it in. I’ve never wanted anything as
much as I want this. “I’d give anything for power, easy youth and beauty.” My
voice comes from all around me, spreading, gluey on my skin. “Yes, I’d even give
my… soul.”


air spirals into a funnel, draining all oxygen from the room with a hiss.


so, soul.


an instant, new air swoops in, suffused with rich, delicious minerals. I gulp
it in, openmouthed, so very thirsty. “To be seen and accepted,” I murmur.


goes head to head with me. “Forget about just being accepted. How about having
a following of millions, going viral?”


I’m whirling. “Going viral.” Wilson’s promises are golden brands, anointing me,
conferring an otherworldly legitimacy I’ve never, ever felt. How does he manage
to do this?


returns with the brownies. I luxuriate in the sexy new glint he’s giving me.
“Something feels different in here,” he notes. “It’s colder.” He puts the
brownies down. Who needs sweets when he’s looking at me like this? Is this vow
a real thing? Is it already working?


unfamiliar power in me swells with precarious danger and weight as I study
Ander and Wilson. Abruptly, I’m flung out of my body, inexplicably looking down
on them as pitiful peons who will someday worship at my feet.


two of the very, very many.


I’m back inside myself stunned by how I was seeing them. The room seems to rush
with the force of souls washing through, and I flinch when I hear them moaning.
I tell myself it’s only the whir, whir of the hard drives.

About the Author:

Catherine Stine is a USA Today

bestselling author of historical fantasy, sci-fi thrillers, paranormal romance
and young adult fiction. Her novels have earned Indie Notable awards and New
York Public Library Best Books for Teens. She lives in Manhattan and loves
spending time with her beagle, writing about witches and other fabulous
creatures, gardening on her deck, and meeting readers at book fests.

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