A trip abroad. A dark secret. Her family’s legacy of magic may cost a teen her life…

Georjie’s summer is shaping up to be a big disappointment. Trapped in Ireland with her aunt’s gorgeous but cold adopted son Jasher, her “vacation” gets worse with each passing day. But when a trip to the greenhouse reveals glowing cocoons she shouldn’t be able to see, she embarks on a quest to solve a magical mystery…

In the pages of an ancient diary, Georjie learns a dark family history and an incredible earthly power. But as she digs deeper and realizes she isn’t the only one with a touch of magic, the ghosts of the past may do much more than haunt her.

Can Georjie provide justice for her ancestors before she becomes the next family victim?

Born of Earth is an enchanting standalone novel in the Elemental Origins series YA urban fantasies. If you like powerful young women, dangerous boys, and spooky spirits, you’ll love USA Today bestseller A.L. Knorr’s ghostly adventure.

Read a snippet:

Thousands of tiny sparkling fae began to land on me. A warm rush went through me and my heart rate doubled. Feather-light touches all over made me gasp. Lights floated in front of my face, landing there too, winking on my cheeks and blurring my vision.

“Jasher,” I gasped, and looked for him. I could barely see him. The twinkling lights close to my eyes blurred him out.

“Georjie.” Jasher’s voice was awestruck.

I held my hands out in front of me. I looked absolutely coated in miniature Christmas lights. My sensitive scalp, still damp from my shower, detected the tiny whirring fans of their wings as they fluttered against my head. I looked down at my body. Every surface of me was wrapped with fae. I was a human form made of light. I barely dared to breathe.

“Why?” I exhaled the question lightly.

“Ask them,” suggested Jasher. “Rasha told you her name, maybe they’ll tell you what they want.”

“Can I help you?”

Tiny bells went off in my head, thousands of them – all whispering the same word. 
Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise. Wise.

“What did they say?” Jasher asked.

I looked up, puzzled. “Nothing that made any sense.”

The lights lifted and began to swirl, this time they spiraled up and out of the open dome of the greenhouse to be swallowed by the night.

The magical moment was over so unexpectedly that it left me feeling bereft and wishing I had paid more attention.

And isn’t that the way the most precious moments of our lives come and go? Over in a moment, leaving us breathless and feeling like yelling, ‘Wait, don’t go!’