This week’s teaser is from Parallel Spirits, a new adult paranormal romance with expected release date of October 21, 2013.
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After more than three centuries as a carrier spirit, Mara has finally found a willing host in eighteen-year-old Belinda. As a reward for Belinda’s compliance, Mara sets out to help brokenhearted Belinda find love.
With the promise of a new body, Mara dares to hope her plan may work–until Mara and Belinda both fall for sweet and charming Conor. But Mara’s feelings for Conor aren’t her only obstacle.
A spirit with whom Mara shares a dark past is possessing Conor. Now a war is waging inside and outside Belinda’s body and she quickly discovers what Mara has known for centuries:
Falling in love is just as dangerous as battling evil spirits.
Set in a California beach town, Parallel Spirits is a new adult paranormal romance about the power of love, water, and hope. Due to strong language, violence, and sexual situations, this book is not intended for readers under 18 years of age.
Now onto the teaser….
Chapter Seventeen (Excerpt)
I knock on the door at 4327 Susan Place, a midsize suburban home painted a burnt gold with white trim. My stomach is in knots as I wait for someone to answer. Frankie’s dad is an electrical foreman on a construction site, so he usually leaves the house by five a.m. I knock again just as Frankie opens the door.
He’s still in his pajama pants and no shirt. He squints at me through the hazy gray sunlight. “What the fuck?”
I hesitate for a moment before I push my way past him. He stands by the open front door with his hand on the door handle, still squinting at me as if he’s trying to figure out whether he’s dreaming.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I say as I drop my backpack next to the coffee table and lie down on his sofa. The darkness of the room and the comfort of being near Frankie have suddenly made me sleepy.
He closes the front door and locks it; even taking the time to secure the chain. “Go to sleep. I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
He wakes me an hour later, after he’s showered and dressed, to ask if I want some cereal. We eat our bowls of Cap’n Crunch in silence, then hop into his van and go to school. For a moment, as he drives down Mariposa Blvd., with just the relentless rumble of the engine between us, I get the feeling that this is how it would be if Frankie and I were a couple. Carrying on conversations in silence. Reveling in the comfort of the silence. When you know someone so well that a simple raised eyebrow or smile communicates an entire story.
When third period rolls around, I feel anxious, as if I broke some kind of friendship rule this morning. It’s not the first time I’ve shown up at Frankie’s house before school, but it’s the first time I’ve done it since the-date-that-shall-not-be-mentioned. As soon as he enters the classroom, he looks directly at me and winks.
“What was that?” I say as he takes his seat in front of me.
He twists around in his seat and reaches toward me, grabbing the sides of my desk, which is attached to my seat. He pulls my desk forward and the legs of my chair makes a loud screeching noise as they scrape the tile floor.
“What are you doing?” I say, slapping his hands away as everyone in class stares at us with that knowing look. Most everyone at Pacific High assumes Frankie and I are couple because we’re inseparable. I really don’t care what they think.
Frankie smiles as he turns around to face the front of the classroom. I poke the middle of his back to get his attention.
“You shouldn’t fall asleep around me,” he says, without turning around.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
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