Clea Raymond is a talented photojournalist and the daughter of high-profile parents. Usually she’s in total control of her camera, but after Clea’s father disappears while on a humanitarian mission, eerie, shadowy images of a strange and handsome young man begin to appear in Clea’s photos—a man she has never seen in her life. When Clea suddenly encounters this man in person she is stunned—and feels an immediate and powerful connection. As they grow closer, they are drawn deep into the mystery behind her father’s disappearance and discover the centuries-old truth behind their intense bond. Torn by a dangerous love triangle and haunted by a powerful secret that holds their fate, together they race against time to unravel their past in order to save their future—and their lives. "Elixir will work...for fans of Lisa McMann's Wake trilogy: ...the dream elements, the idea of the incubus, and the mystery will appeal to these readers." -stacked.blogspot.com "Hilary Duff's Elixir is good medicine. a novel this good is just begging for a big-screen adaptation. After gulping up "Elixir," I'm ready for another dose." -Amy Wilkinson at MTV.com "HilaryDuff has given paranormal a whole new spin. "Elixir"""has a fresh voice, greatplot twists and an ending that left me wanting the next book in the series...when [both] the plot twists and the love triangle intensify with Clea, Sage and Ben, Iwas hooked and couldn't stop reading it. A powerful centuries-old secretreveals some character twists, uncovers a great mythology and makes for afascinating plot." -mundiemoms.com "I can honestly say that when I came to the last page of the novel I was sad. I didn't want the story to end, and am excited at the thought of a second novel. Clea's story is so captivating that i felt like i was living in her world and watching it unfold before my eyes. Elixir is so far the best book I've read in 2010!" -Alex at "Twilight Series Theories" "The dialogue was great. I really connected with it, because as a teen I know what it's like to read a forced attempt of an adult trying to sound like a teen--and there was none of that in this book. Hilary's voice was great! I loved the fluidity of her words." -Esmerelda at "Dreamz of a YA Writer" Hilary Duff is a multifaceted actress and recording artist whose career began on the popular Disney sitcom Lizzie McGuire . She has since appeared in many films and TV series, including a guest appearance on Gossip Girl . She has sold more than 13 million albums worldwide and has a clothing line, Femme for DKNY, and a bestselling fragrance, With Love…Hilary Duff, for Elizabeth Arden. Hilary’s humanitarian work is recognized throughout the world, and she is actively involved with many different charities benefitting children and animals. She has served on The President’s Council on Service and Civic Participation and was named ambassador to the youth of Bogatá, Colombia. She is the New York Times bestselling author of the novels Elixir , Devoted , and True . one I COULDN’T BREATHE. Wedged in the middle of an ocean of people, I gasped for air, but nothing came. The heat from a million writhing bodies radiated over me, their sweat weighing down the air. I searched anxiously for an escape, but painfully bright lights strobed on and off, clouding my sense of direction. I was losing it. I was going to pass out. I forced in a deep breath and tried to talk myself down. I was fine. It wasn’t like I was anywhere dangerous. I was on a dance floor, in the most exclusive nightclub in Paris. People lined up all night in the freezing cold for even a chance to stand where I was now. It didn’t help. The techno beat thrummed into my brain, five notes repeating over and over and over until I knew I’d have to scream. The crowd pushed even closer and I couldn’t move my arms, could barely turn my head, and I had a sudden vision of this being forever, an eternity packed in this tiny space as confining as a coffin. Like my father’s coffin. Did he have a coffin? Was he even buried? Did anyone even know when he died? Was he alone, lost in the jungle? Was he attacked by animals? Was he found and tortured? Had he prayed for us to save him before it was too late? That did it. Now I was hyperventilating. I closed my eyes and forced my arms up and apart, swimming for dear life through layers of writhing, grinding bodies. I nearly cried when I felt a burst of winter air on my face. I’d made it out to the balcony. I staggered to an open love seat and leaned against its back as I drank in gulp after gulp of fresh air. I was back; I was okay. I took another deep breath, this one calm and centering, and looked out over the nighttime Paris skyline, the Eiffel Tower bathed in yellow lights. It was beautiful. Automatically I reached for the camera bag dangling at my hip, but of course I hadn’t brought it to the club. I sighed and let my hand drift to the silver iris charm I always wore around my neck. I ran my fingers over its three u