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        The new boy was huge; like a linebacker and I could tell he was young, maybe a year or so older than me. His features were perfect, even in their state of pissed off attitude; his well defined cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical face made him beautiful beyond words and his square jaw tensed visibly, even from across the street. But what I couldn’t get passed were his lips, full and sensual; could he be my first kiss? Not likely, with Mandy two houses down from mine; long blonde curls and a body like the playmate of the year. My hair was a mousy brown and flat as a board, nothing about me stood out, except maybe that I was an average girl of average height. Who would choose me over her? Especially not him; him, with his broad shoulders, and perfect pouty lips even more exaggerated with his demeanor.

The Guide

Rowan is a spirit guide with secrets thought to have been buried with the dead - secrets that threaten to shred the bond within a pack of werewolves.

Grayson is the future alpha male of the dominant North American pack; sworn to protect both his kind - and the girl whose true nature goes against everything his kind believes.

Addicted

I am now addicted to Twitter. Who knew how fun and informative the little birdie could be?

Excerpt

     I remember that day so clearly. The way the maple leaves swayed in the wind; as if in slow motion, they moved eerily against the churning blue-black clouds. Everything seemed so still around me yet the air was ferociously blowing. A moving van had just pulled away from the house across from mine. He stood there, arms folded in front of him, brooding on his peeling front steps; the rain plastering his long brown hair to his head and shoulders. Even from where I sat, I could see the drips of water fall to his near heaving chest. I couldn’t tell from where I sat, but I thought he might have his sights set in my direction.

     What could have him so upset? Maybe his new home was now miles away from his old life and he was bitter or did he see me perched at my little desk by the window, peering at him? He'd have to get used to my face in that window, I thought. I was always there, sitting, watching the public school kids romp off to lunch while I pretended to do my schoolwork, wishing to be one of them. My parents had decided not to enroll me that year; they didn't want their good girl being tainted by any bad seeds. They weren’t able to have kids themselves so I was adopted; though my mom always joked that they had found me by the river and took me home, then sheltered me from as much as possible. But I'd wait, and watch as the kids paused in front of my window to smack each other's hats off or suck face with the opposite sex; taunting me. I wished to be kissed like that.

     The new boy was huge; like a linebacker and I could tell he was young, maybe a year or so older than me. His features were perfect, even in their state of pissed off attitude; his well defined cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical face made him beautiful beyond words and his square jaw tensed visibly, even from across the street. But what I couldn’t get passed were his lips, full and sensual; could he be my first kiss? Not likely, with Mandy two houses down from mine; long blonde curls and a body like the playmate of the year. My hair was a mousy brown and stick straight, nothing about me stood out, except maybe that I was an average girl of average height. Who would choose me over her? Especially not him; him, with his broad shoulders, and perfect pouty lips even more exaggerated with his demeanor. I wanted to know what was churning in that head of his. But I was too nervous to walk over to just find out his name, let alone ask him something so personal.

     As I tried to imagine his voice telling me the secrets of his universe; eyes riveted to his unmoving form, I reached for my soda and missed. The bubbles sprayed across my math book which I was sure would make the pages swell. The can rolled to the floor with a fizz and I ducked to retrieve it, reluctant to stop my stalking from afar. When I righted myself, he was gone. That was the end for me; my infatuation with who he was began.

Update on Immortal's Eden

Hello! Been awhile since I've been on, and I do apologize but my characters having been on vacation from finding the cure to that plague they've been researching. But I have good news, I was visited by someone else just dying to tell me her story - and it's fantastic!

I'll be posting a tidbit shortly and hopefully everyone will love it.

Also, I've recently met an author that I absolutely adore; Kristen Moeller wrote the book Waiting for Jack - Confessions of a Self Help Junkie. She's an incredible writer with a ton of excellent inspiration. http://www.waitingforjack.com/

Sneak peak at what's next

Chapter One

     “We are doing everything we can to contain and conquer this threat against mankind.”

     Shauna leaned against the cold metal table hunched over a freeze dried dinner as she flipped through the stations on her tiny TV.

     “Precautionary measures have been taken to reduce and hopefully eliminate the spread of this virus.” The president was on every channel addressing the world. She wondered how he could look so calm with a world looking to him for salvation.

     “We have teams of highly trained scientists working to a find cure.”

     Shauna glanced over her shoulder through the thick protective glass at her latest specimen. The giant man lay unclothed stretched out across the shiny metal table with a thin sheet covering his lower half. He was so perfect, calm under the bright hanging florescent lights. Tan skin covered every inch of his body swollen with muscle. What had he liked to do before he was infected? What made him laugh? She would never give up on the thought that somewhere inside their heads was the normal, sane person screaming to be released from their new hell. Her eyes swept over his body and she knew if he had walked toward her before the virus, she would have been a little intimidated but knowing that he could be one of the infected that craved her blood made her hesitate every time.  The tubes that dangled at his inner elbow drew blood out and kept fluids pumping in, keeping him stable and asleep.

     She had always wanted to be part of something big, something greater than testing this chemical and that. Finding the cure for cancer was number one on her list. Since her fifth grade summer vacation when her classmates were camping or running through a Disney park, she was stuck at grandmas by the lake waiting for word on her mother’s treatment. Cancer, then finding the cure was her constant companion.  

     Dropping her plastic fork, Shauna turned her attention back to the press conference and tossed the half eaten cardboard in the trash. When this whole outbreak started she was happy to be stuck in her little scientific bunker, sheltered from the mass hysteria. But it had been months since the onset of symptoms and no luck treating or curing the infected. Losing “specimens” at first affected her in ways she never imagined. Nightmares of the humans these monsters once were, her taking their lives, their last memories of a metal slab in a white room with a masked person cutting into them.  She hated not knowing what to do to help them. Just watch as they writhed in pain on the table as the straps holding them down cut into their skin. Drops of blood gathered along the restraints as she would stand safe behind the glass, gun in hand, waiting for them to die.

     Tired of watching the same press conference over and over she clicked off the tiny TV.  Before she got back to working the new sample over she called her best friend, also one of the nation’s top scientists, to see how her project was coming. They both hated that they were separated to head up their own labs but at least they were connected by phone and internet. When things got too scary she would call on Elaine to add lightness to her crazy darkening world.

     “Elaine Wagner...”

     “Oh my God girl! My latest specimen…holy shite! Talk about a waste.” Shauna joked into the phone.

     “You got a hot one huh? Why don’t I ever get to poke and prod around a hot, naked, sedated monster?” Shauna missed Elaine’s dirty humor inside these sterile walls.

     “So what does he look like?”

     Shauna navigated back through her various desks to lean her elbows against the table next to her viewing window. “Huge.”

     “Oh yeah? Bigger than Andy?” Elaine’s mind was always in the gutter. Rain, shine…Plague.

     “That’s not what I meant.”

     “I know, but is he?”

     Thoughts of Andy were miserable and unwelcome and though Elaine knew that, she lacked the filter most people have between their brain and mouths. It took so much effort not to search the database to see if Andy had survived. Besides she was almost positive Elaine had done that already and was just waiting for the right moment to break the news.

     “Jeeze Elaine, do you think of anything else?”

     “Dude, I’m locked in a box dissecting what used to be humans every day of my life. What else am I gonna think about?”

     “Um, maybe finding a cure? And yea...” Shauna hesitated and covered her eyes embarrassed, cheeks burning red even though she knew no one could see her. “Bigger than Andy, bigger in all ways. The guy is well endowed.” What was she saying? This guy, thing was a monster. Not a potential anything where it would be even half ok to talk about his manhood.

     “Lucky bitch.”  Shauna chuckled from Elaine’s response as she checked the monitors. His vitals hadn’t changed in the last few hours, almost as if the machine were stuck in an identical pattern of blips.

     “Why do you suppose their hearts race so much faster than ours?”

     “My guess would be the deformed or mutated cells need more blood pumped though out. The ones I’ve lost here had the craziest muscle tissue. It’s like five times the mass of humans.”

     “Yeah, same here. I hate this end of days shit.” She wanted her normal life back. The one where she sat on her comfy couch, wearing sweats and a T watching some lame movie while stuffing her face full of buttery popcorn. Where the only stresses were thinking about what she did wrong in the lab to make whatever chemical she had been testing fizzle or just not work, or how she and Andy could improve their relationship, or if it was even worth the effort.

     “Hazah to that. Hey girl, mines waking up gotta go hit em with another dose. Call me later k?”

     “Yup, have fun.”