Blind Date with a Book – Week Two

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Week 2

Breeder,  K.B. Hoyle, Dystopian

Everything about Seventeen’s life is perfect, from her genetics, to her home in Sanctuary, to her status as a Breeder inBreeder-Hi-Res-Cover the Unified World Order. But all that changes when an Enforcer named Pax infiltrates Sanctuary and targets her for extraction from the Controlled Repopulation Program, a program he claims is hiding a dark secret. Mired in confusion and doubt, Seventeen takes the name Pria, the identity of her childhood, and embarks on a quest to discover the truth before it’s too late.

The Six, K.B. Hoyle, YA

9781612130538Darcy Pennington feels like she is an insufferably average thirteen-year-old, but when a change in her dad’s job forces her to attend Cedar Cove Camp, she unwittingly stumbles upon a magical gateway. Along with five other teenagers, she will travel to a world called Alitheia. The “arrival of the Six” was prophesied long ago, but will she have what it takes to save Alitheia?

The End of All Things, Lissa Bryan, Dystopian

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After a terrible virus ravages the planet, Carly, one of the few survivors, hides in her apartment in Juneau, trying to survive the best she can with only occasional forays to gather food.  She is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier intent on making his way to Florida before winter sets in. This is the story of their journey to find a place to begin a new life and a home in each other.

How To Get Ainsley Bishop To Fall In Love With You, T.M. Franklin, Romance/YA9781612133164

Oliver Holmes likes making lists—meticulous procedures for achieving his goals, step-by-step. So when he decides it’s time to declare his feelings for Ainsley Bishop, it’s only natural for him to approach the challenge with a logical and methodical plan.

He decides a perfect birthday gift is the key to success, but finding that gift proves to be a challenge. Oliver will need to watch her carefully for clues to pinpoint exactly what he should give her. And along the way, he might just learn that what Ainsley really needs is not quite what he expected.

More, T.M. Franklin, YA

moreHaunted by terrifying nightmares and certain she’s being watched, college student Ava Michaels finds an unlikely ally in Physics tutor Caleb Foster. But Caleb isn’t quite what he seems. In fact, he’s not entirely human, and he’s not the only one.

Together, the duo faces a threat from an ancient race bent on Ava’s capture, and possible extinction. As Ava fights to survive, she learns the world’s not what she thought.

It’s a little bit more.

Sebastian and the Afterlife, William J. Barry, YA

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Sebastian is an average 17 year-old boy, there is one catch … he has just died.  Sebastian awakes in a surreal world somewhere between mortal life and the afterlife.  The Grim Reaper and his loyal agents maintain the law of this mystical realm.  Sebastian soon finds himself at Sapentia, a high school for the departed.  He longs for his lost love, Sarah, who is still alive in the mortal world.  Some things are forbidden; some lines cannot be crossed.  What will Sebastian risk to be close to her again?

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Starting something new: #TeaserTuesday @LissaBryan

Shadows Have Gone, the third book in the End of All Things series, will be released on March 26. Here’s a little excerpt for you. Enjoy!


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The crowd surged forward, eyes shining and eager hands outstretched.
“We’re going to pass the toilet paper out equitably,” Carly said. “Divided up by household.”
“That ain’t fair. Some households have more people than others!”
“Maybe everyone should get a share, not just households.”
“Adults and kids? What about Dagny? She’s just a baby, and babies don’t use toilet paper, so why should she—”
“Jesus, people.” Justin rubbed his face. “Look, there are twenty-seven of us—”
“Twenty-three,” Carly said softly. “The Swintons left, and then we lost Kross.”
Justin grimaced. “I’m sorry. Twenty-three of us. There are three cases of thirty-six rolls here. That makes one hundred and eight rolls, divided by twenty-three. Four rolls apiece. We’ll distribute it that way.”
“There’s sixteen rolls left over. Who gets those?”
Justin took a deep breath. “We’ll keep them in reserve, okay?” He glared around at the group. “There may be more people coming this way in the future now that—” He stopped because he didn’t need to say that travelers and traders might start coming around again now that Marcus’s men weren’t preying on them, and once the bad reputation this area had gotten began to dissipate.
“Any problems with that? Good.” Justin tore open the plastic wrappers and began to distribute it to the eager hands that reached into the wagon.
“It’s like being a kindergarten teacher,” Justin muttered to Carly when the last of the crowd had scurried away with their bounty. “Good grief, none of them even asked for the food.”
“The person who reinvents a way to produce toilet paper is going to be the richest person in the wasteland,” Carly said.
“Carly?”
She turned and found the Reverend standing by, Dagny in his arms. She was chewing on her favorite toy, a set of plastic keys that she held out to Carly in an offer to share.
Carly took her baby into her arms and kissed her plump little cheeks. “No, thank you, sweetie, but thank you for offering.”
“Mom mom.” Dagny snuggled her forehead into Carly’s neck.
“I’m home now,” Carly said. “Sorry I had to leave you.”
“Where is Kross?” the Reverend asked.
Kaden was sitting on the end of the wagon, silent, staring off into the distance. The Reverend eyed Kaden for a moment and then rubbed his chin. “I see.”
“There were more,” Carly said. “More people. Beside Marcus’s crew, I mean. There were . . . victims.”
“The whole damn place is a blight on the earth.” Justin’s jaw clenched, and Carly saw that hard glitter in his obsidian eyes. “Cursed.”
The Reverend gazed at Carly. “Did it convince you that what you’ve done was right?”
“I don’t know about right,” Carly said. “But I know it was the only thing that could be done. What I’m asking you about is . . . they didn’t have any kind of funeral, and I feel like I should . . .”
“The dead don’t really need prayer, Carly. The prayers are for those who have to live on. But I’ll say a few words for them at our next Sunday service.”
She gave him a brief smile. “Thank you.”
Carly shrugged into the baby carrier, and Dagny kicked her legs in excitement. She said something that sounded like home, but it might have been hum, mum. Carly turned her head to smile at her and said, “Yes, going home.”

She took Shadowfax’s bridle, but before she could begin to draw the horse toward home, Justin leaned over to murmur in her ear. “I’ve got something I need to do before dinner.”

Carly suppressed a sigh. Didn’t he always? But this was the life she had chosen for them. “Go on. I’ll have your plate waiting for you.”
He smiled and kissed her before pecking a kiss on the top of Dagny’s head. She let out a little squeal and reached for him, but Justin just gave her a little wave.
Carly watched as Justin headed across the commons and wondered where he was going. She supposed she’d find out soon enough, so she and Kaden started down the street.
Shadowfax apparently felt that Carly wasn’t giving her enough attention and nibbled playfully at Carly’s shoulder while Carly led her toward the barn. Dagny laughed as the horse’s breath tickled the top of her head.
“Let me take Dagny,” Kaden said, eyeing the horse with eyes sharpened by caution, and Carly agreed, slipping the baby carrier from her shoulders. As much as she loved her animals, she knew they could hurt the toddler without meaning to, and they had to be careful.
Carly kept pushing Shadowfax away, but the mare would dart in as soon as Carly’s eyes drifted away and start again. Carly stopped the wagon to give her a hug. Shadowfax laid her head over Carly’s shoulder and lifted a foreleg to hook it around Carly’s hip.
“Whoa,” Kaden said. “What is that?”
“It’s the way she hugs people,” Carly said.
“I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“Well, she’s a special girl.” Carly patted Shadowfax’s neck.
“No, I think Justin’s right about you. You’re some kind of animal whisperer.”
Carly laughed “Not quite.” She drew back, and Shadowfax turned her large head to gaze at Carly with one large brown eye. Carly stroked her velvety soft nose. “I’m sorry, girl. We’ll be able to spend more time together now. Sam’s mad at me, too, you know.”
She scratched the itchy place in Shadowfax’s mane near the top of her head, and Shadowfax gave a soft snort of enjoyment.
“I’ll put Shadowfax away,” Kaden said, taking over Carly’s grip on the horse’s halter and handing Dagny back to her. She propped Dagny on her hip and eyed him with speculation.
“Thanks. You okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No, really.” 
“I will be.” Kaden shuffled his feet against the grass. “That’s the way it is, you know? You have to be okay these days.”
She gave him a hug, awkwardly with one arm but full of love nonetheless. “You don’t have to be okay all the time, you know? And when you’re not okay, we can talk about it. It really is better if you do. Ask Justin. He’ll be the first one to tell you that keeping it all bottled up inside isn’t a good idea.”
Kaden gave her a slight smile. “Yeah, but he still does it.”
“He’s working on it.” Carly bumped his shoulder with her own, and his smile grew. “Come inside when you’re done with the animals, and I’ll make you some dinner.”
“Okay.” Kaden headed toward the barn and then paused. He looked back over his shoulder. “Carly?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
She nodded. “Any time.”
 
 
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Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.



She is the author of four other novels, Ghostwriter, The End of All Things, its sequel, The Land of the Shadows, and Under These Restless Skies.






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Praise for Shadows Have Gone

 

 

“I laughed, I cried, I was gently amused, but what could I expect? Times are tough, no one is trustworthy and yet there is a sweet innocence about some characters that hit you right between the eyes; they are always so positive and wanting to see the best in others. Once again, Lissa Bryan has taken the handoff from a previous book and run with it at breakneck speeds with barely a misstep in sight!”  – Dianne Goodreads Review

 

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~~OTHER TITLES IN THE SERIES~~

 

 

 

After a terrible virus ravages the planet, Carly Daniels, one of the few survivors, hides in her apartment in Juneau trying to survive the best she can with only occasional forays to gather food. With her is Sam, a wolf puppy she found starving on the streets. He becomes her companion and a reason to continue when giving up sometimes seems like the more attractive option. Still dazed with shock and grief, she hopes for the world to go back to normal soon.

 

 

 

She is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier who is intent on making his way to Florida before the winter sets in. Justin coaxes her out of her hiding place and convinces her to join him on his journey, because a warmer climate will be their best chance against the extremes of Mother Nature.

 

 

 

Together, they begin a perilous journey through a nation laid to waste by the disaster. Challenges abound along the way. The weather, injury, and shortage of supplies all help to slow them down. In time, they discover that they aren’t the only survivors. Some are friendly but some have had their minds destroyed by the high fever. Then there are those who simply take what they want, leaving Carly and Justin with no choice but to defend what is theirs.

 

 

 

But their journey is not without joy and love. Together, they face every struggle, including an unplanned pregnancy. Despite the perils of bringing a child into a world of chaos, their baby is a new beginning for themselves and a symbol of hope for the other survivors they find along the way.

 

 

 

This is the story of their journey to find a place to begin a new life, and a home in each other.

 

 

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Tales from the End Book 1.5

The Horsemen L.A.’s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming …

 

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When Veronica’s mother doesn’t come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it’s up to her to find her family. “Veronica” is the story of a little girl’s courage in the face of the end of all things. “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”

 

 

They called her Shadowfax– the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture. Birthday

 

 

(A previously-published bonus story.) Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.
Tales of courage, tales of survival… Tales from the End.

 

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The Land of The Shadow Book 2

After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby. Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.

 

 

The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves. It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.

 

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Release Day Blast – Lissa Bryan

So excited that this book is out!
The Land Of The Shadow


The End Of All Things II


By 


Lissa Bryan


 
Release Date: 21st August 2014


Genre: Dystopian


ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-264-8



Available from: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and TWCS PH

 

Summary:

After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby.
 
Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.
 
The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves. 

It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.



Author Bio: 
 
Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.
 
She is the author of three other novels, Ghostwriter, The End of All Things, and Under These Restless Skies.


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Praise for The Land of The Shadow:
 

“What a ride! Carly and Justin are people that I’d like on my side, and on the side of my community. I highly recommend this to anyone who wants a story that will keep you glued to your reader or flipping pages in a paperback just as quickly as you can.”Kathie Spitz 

 
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Giveaway – The Land of the Shadow

The Land of the Shadow is due to be released in August, and Lissa Bryan is giving away an autographed Advanced Review Copy!

Blurb:

In the highly anticipated stand-alone sequel to The End of All Things, Lissa Bryan returns readers to a world devastated by disease, and the breakdown of modern society.



Two years after a horrific virus swept the globe, decimating the world’s population, Carly Daniels and her husband, Justin, have made a safe home in the isolated southern town of Colby. Protected by fences and a vigilant population, the residents there had somehow managed to keep the Infection out. Until the sight of Carly and Justin’s healthy baby girl convinced them it was safe to allow Outsiders in.



Now, in the wake of fresh losses, the small band of survivors struggles to rebuild a community. With only nineteenth-century technology to aid them, they must learn skills long forgotten to provide for their basic needs. Each day brings new challenges, and every choice they make affects their long-term survival. While Carly and Justin adjust to a growing family, and to their roles as community leaders, they must rely on one another for strength and support when they face difficult questions.



Carly has to decide how to move forward in a world where equality, justice, and freedom from tyranny are no longer guaranteed. And when new threats emerge, she has to decide what she is willing to do—and how far she’s willing to go—to protect what she has worked so hard to build.



When the end has come and gone, it’s a journey down a long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.


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About the Author:

Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot … though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.

She is the author of three novels. Ghostwriter is available through The Writer’s Coffee Shop, Amazon, iTunes, and Kobo. The End of All Things is available through TWCS, Amazon, and iTunes. Under These Restless Skies is available through Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and directly from the publisher.

She also has a short story in the Romantic Interludes anthology, available from TWCS, Amazon and iTunes, or can be purchased separately from Amazon. A short story collection featuring the characters from The End of All Things is also available from Amazon.

Sneak Peek Sunday – Sophie Davis

Welcome to a new feature in the Author to Author Promotions!

From now through the summer, we’ll be sharing sneak peeks into works in progress or into stories not yet published.

There will be a variety of genres represented, so be prepared for anything!

 

Author-to Author Sneak Peek Sundays brings you…

 Sneak Peek at Pawn, the upcoming release from author Sophie Davis!

 

Dreams and Nightmares,

Screams and Sighs,

Fate Wakes the Girl,

And Says she Dies…

When the Boy Gets in the Way,

Then the Nightmares Come to Play…

Photo: Who wants a sneak peek?? Pawn isn't released until the 26th, but maybe you want to read the beginning of this romantical, mythological, urban fantasy adventure...

For her eighteenth birthday, Endora Lee Andrews receives the gift of dreams.  Nighttime slumber brings her visions of the future, a preview of things to come.  Endora’s unsettling new ability is seemingly harmless, until her dreams turn to nightmares.

When she meets the mysterious and swoon-worthy Kannon, he knows things about her that he can’t possibly know, and seems to be the key to uncovering the source of her ominous prophecies.  But Kannon has many secrets, some the essential difference between life and death for Endora.

Can she discover the origins of her nightmares and how to prevent destiny, before the harbingers of death come for her?   

Woven with love, mystery and mythology, PAWN is the story of a girl who was once brought back from death, only to face it again.  Because Fate may give you a second chance at life, but that doesn’t mean it’s yours to keep.

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My chest burned and my head was fuzzy.  The little air that remained in my lungs was quickly running out, but now that the creature was actively squeezing the life out of me, it hardly mattered.  I tried to dig my nails into the fingers around my throat; the creature’s skin was rubbery and my nails couldn’t find grip it.  My attempts were feeble at best.

Terrified by the hallucination and frustrated by my inability to save my own life, I began to thrash about wildly.  A sharp pain in the sole of my left foot temporarily cleared the cobwebs in my head and I doubled my efforts to break free.  My chest ached with the need for air, and my limbs were heavy, as if the blood had turned to lead in my veins.

I threw my head back, craning my neck in a last ditch attempt to sever my attacker’s hold.  A sharp point pierced the base of my skull.  Stars exploded behind my closed lids.  A melodic male voice whispered in my ear, “Welcome back.”  Then blackness consumed me and I felt nothing.

When I came to, I remembered how Devon was wealth of useless knowledge.  She had once told me that drowning was an excruciating way to die.  It wasn’t, though.  Floating, weightlessness.  That was what drowning felt like.

Tingling started around my midsection and the back of my knees.  At first, the sensation was pleasant.  But as feeling and awareness returned, it felt like barbed wire was wrapped around my stomach and legs, each barb pricking my skin over and over again.  A strange buzzing noise, like the hum of an old radiator, filled my ears.

I struggled weakly, and the wires tightened.

“You’re safe,” a voice assured me.

All concepts of space and time ceased to exist.  One minute the pins-and-needles feeling was all consuming.  The next it was gone, replaced by a coldness that seemed to seep through my pores and settle in my bones.  I trembled uncontrollably.  The shaking was so violent that my teeth clanged together.  I tried to speak, but my lips were too numb to form words.

“This should help,” the voice said.

Soft fabric was draped over me, forming a protective barrier between the chilly air and my exposed skin.  The scent of Old Spice filled my nostrils, triggering memories of my father, who used to wear that brand of aftershave.  Tears prickled behind my eyes for dad. I hadn’t talked to him today.  I always talked to him on my birthday.

“Shh, you are going to be okay, Endora,” the voice soothed.

Strong arms lifted me, one under my shoulders and one under my knees.  My cheek pressed against something hard and wet and the piney Old Spice smell intensified.  I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent and thinking about how my father used to carry me to bed after I’d fallen asleep on the living room couch.

The sudden influx of air was too much for my oxygen deprived organs.  I began to cough, my stomach roiled, and my mouth began to water in that way it does right before you throw up.

“I’m gonna be sick,” I croaked through chattering teeth.

Hastily, the person holding me set me down on my side.  Cold fingers brushed my skin as they gathered clumps of wet hair clinging to my face as lake water spewed from my mouth.  Some part of me thought I should be embarrassed, but that part was overshadowed by the jolt of pain that shot through my right cheek.  In the next instant, the fingers released my hair, and their owner emitted an audible gasp.

“Sorry,” the voice mumbled.  Tentatively the person once again pulled the hair back from my face, this time careful to avoid skin-to-skin contact.

Even after all the water was out, my stomach continued to cramp uncomfortably and I continued to dry heave.  Despite the cold, sweat beaded along my hairline and under my arms.  The grass was cool and wet and I pressed my cheek against the blades, relishing in the refreshing feel of it.  Pounding started at the base of my skull; it felt like someone was hammering my head from the inside.  I moaned, immediately wishing I hadn’t when the pounding became louder and harder.

“You’re safe now, we just need to get you some dry clothes,” my savior said.

The situation was becoming clear.  This person holding my hair, promising me that I was safe, had pulled me from the water.  He’d saved my life.  I hadn’t drowned at all.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and then rolled onto my back to glimpse the person I was forever indebted to.  Opening my eyelids felt like ripping off a scab. The ordinary act was extraordinarily painful, and I only managed small slits as I peered up into the most beautiful face I’d ever seen.  Two blurry, green irises returned my gaze.  I blinked several more times to bring them into focus.  The eyes were gorgeous, brilliant emerald lights in the darkness.

“Do you know your name?”

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak.  My rescuer, who’d just witnessed me emptying the contents of my stomach on the grass, was a boy about my own age.  Not even my mother had seen me this vulnerable, not since I was old enough to use the bathroom by myself, anyhow.

“What is it?” he prompted, refusing to let me off that easy.

“Eel,” I whispered.  My throat was raw, swollen and the single word was painful on my vocal chords.  The creature in the water that tried to drown me, tried to strangle me, came flooding back in one sharp burst of memory.  I shuddered.  The experience felt so real.  In my mind’s eye, I could see the dark eyes staring into mine, feel the bony fingers around my throat.

“Eel?”  The boy said my name like a question, like maybe he hadn’t heard me correctly.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I snapped, edgy from the memory of the lake monster.  “Eel’s a nickname, though,” I explained in a softer tone.

As a baby, my father had christened me Eel ― like electric eel ― after the mobile that hung above my crib mysteriously stopped working every night.  Each morning, without fail, he replaced the battery.  He joked that I singlehandedly kept Energizer in business.  The nickname stuck around, even though my father had not.

I tried to sit up, but the effort was painful and I slumped back to the grass, defeated.  The boy wrapped the blanket tighter around my body before placing one hand on the small of my back and the other on my arm, helping me to a sitting position.

“Short for Endora Lee,” he muttered, more to himself than me.

I stared at him curiously.  How did he know that?  Then I realized it wasn’t the first time he had said my name.  He’d called me Endora when he’d first covered me with the blanket.

“How did you know my name?  Have we met?” I asked, an ominous feeling creeping up my spine.  I had the sudden urge to get away from him, very far away from him.

“You aren’t bleeding, so that’s a good sign,” he replied, dodging my question as he carefully examined the base of my skull.

He parted wet clumps of my hair until his fingers brushed the swollen goose egg protruding from my head.  A crackle of electricity sparked in the air, sending a jolt of pain ricocheting through my body.

“Owwwww!” I exclaimed, as I pulled away from him.

“Sorry,” he muttered, averting his eyes from my face to stare at his hand.  “Did that hurt?”

Of course touching the welt hurt, but that wasn’t why I’d pulled away.  The literal shock of his skin on my mine, the current of electricity that flowed from his fingertips to my head, had come as a very painful surprise. And judging by the way he was inspecting his hands, I surmised he hadn’t expected it either.

We sat in silence, both of us looking everywhere but at each other.  Water lapped the grassy bank, tree branches cracked in the distance, crickets chirped all around us.  The longer we were alone, the more uncomfortable I felt.  The boy gave me the creeps.  When I finally did look at him, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.  I admired the perfect slope of his straight nose, his golden brown hair dripping water, his full lips, and those intense green eyes. He was a magnet, a beautiful magnet, drawing me to him.

“Endora Lee?”  His face was so close to mine that his breath fanned my cheeks, warming the skin.

“Yes?”

“What happened in the water?”

“What?” I stuttered, surprised by his question.  I rubbed the spot on my neck where the creature had wrapped its slimy hands.  The skin radiated heat, a sharp contrast to the cold, clammy skin surrounding it.

“What happened in the water?” he repeated evenly.

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