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Traveler
L.E. DeLano
(Traveler, #1)
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: February 7th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

A teen writer discovers that every mirror is a portal into an alternate version of her life in this romantic YA fantasy by author L.E. DeLano.
Jessa has spent her life dreaming of other worlds and writing down stories more interesting than her own, until the day her favorite character, Finn, suddenly shows up and invites her out for coffee. After the requisite nervous breakdown, Jessa learns that she and Finn are Travelers, born with the ability to slide through reflections and dreams into alternate realities. But it’s not all teacakes, pirates and fantasy lifestyles…Jessa is dying over and over again, in every reality, and Finn is determined that this time, he’s going to stop it… this Jessa is going to live.

Author Bio:
L.E. DeLano is a YA novelist rep’d by Barry Goldblatt Literary agency, author of the upcoming “Traveler” (Swoon Reads/MacMillan 2017) and lifelong writer. Her work has been featured on various online outlets and she lives in Pennsylvania with two very adventurous kids and two very ridiculous cats. In her spare time, she writes (of course) and binge-watches way too much Netflix.

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In this scene, Jessa travels to another reality, only to come face-to-face with an alternate version of a familiar face – everyone . . .meet Pirate Finn!

“Are you not living in New Devonshire, where you are?” He asks.
“No. I’m in a town called Ardenville. It’s in New York State. Off the Hudson River.” I glance down. “And we don’t dress like this.”
“How do you dress?” he asks, cocking his head to one side.
“Pants. T-shirts. It’s a lot easier than all this stuff.” I gesture down at my skirt, corset, and bustle.
“A woman in trousers.” He gives me a speculative look. “Interesting. And I’m not from Greenore, I take it?”
“Is that in Ireland?” I ask, scrunching up my nose.
“Yes.” A smile pulls at his lips. “So where am I from, then?”
I stare at him, thinking. “You know . . . I don’t really know. You’ve been so annoying, I never got a straight answer.”
He laughs lightly, chucking me under the chin. “You’ve got some backbone, love. I quite like it.”
“Please don’t tell me I’m some wilting hothouse flower over here.”
He shook his head. “Nothing of the sort. My Jessa has strength in her—it’s just not so close to the surface as yours.” He stepped in closer again, invading my personal space to the point where I could feel his breath fan my lips.
“But I do love a woman with gumption,” he adds.
I put my hand on his chest again. “Finn.”
He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Are you sure you need to go?”
“I’d better get back.” I look toward the stairs, but he motions me farther down the corridor.
“Come along, then,” he says.
He turns and walks to the end of the corridor and opens a door.
“There you are, love.” He points toward the mirror on the wall. “Bon voyage.” He makes a grand, flowery gesture with his hand that almost makes me laugh out loud.
“Good meeting you, Finn. Again.”
“You won’t easily be forgotten, Jessa.” He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips. I stare at him a moment, trying hard not to like him so much. He’s entirely too charming, this Finn. And he knows it, too.