BLURB:
I’d always been
different. I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness. Large, human
shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting into the darkness. I collected
secrets like other women collected bells; afraid to fully trust lest my
oddities be exposed.
Until I saw him.
He’d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every step. It
wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features.
Something about him drew me. Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body.
As his eyes met mine, I was entrapped.
No one had
noticed him. He’d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I had
perceived.
I had to know if
he was real. Or maybe I really was crazy. And even when my secret box was
blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I couldn’t stop
until I unraveled his true identity.
I just had to
know.
“She was fated
to live.”
“Then why must
you save her?”
“Often Fate is
struck down by dumb luck.”
EXCERPT:
I
huddled on my bed later that night with my knees pulled up to my chest.
Thinking. Focusing on what it was I couldn’t remember. It was there, hovering
around my conscious mind. Nudging me. Waiting for me to pay attention. To
remember. It was the key to that insane situation in the park.
I
flung my wet hair out of my face, pulled
the sleeves of my pajamas over my hands, and
glanced out the window.
The
stranger waited. Outside, he watched, staring up at my shaded windows, just
wanting me to know he was there. He was waiting for me to come down to him. He
had the same questions I did—I was certain
he felt the same things.
How
did I know this? I just did. And that scared the holy crap outta me!
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A wine country native, K.F.
Breene moved to San Francisco for college just shy of a decade ago to pursue a
lifelong interest in film. As she settled into the vibrant city, it quickly
became apparent that, while she thought making and editing films was great fun,
she lacked cinematic genius. For that reason, her career path quickly changed
direction. Her next goal was a strange childhood interest, conjured at the
dining room table while filling out a form. For some reason, her young self
wanted to be an accountant. Thinking on it now, she often wonders how she had
any friends. Regardless, it was the direction she finally took.
While she could wrangle
numbers with the best of 'em, and even though she wore the crown as the most
outspoken, belligerent accountant in the world, her mind got as stuffy as her
daily routine. It was here that she dusted off her creative hat and began
writing. Now she makes movies in her head, not worried about lighting, shutter
speed or editing equipment. Turns out, a computer is much easier to manage than
a crowd of actors. She should know, she was an actor at one time.
Website: KFBreene.com
Twitter: @KFBreene
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Great spin on vampire PNR, I recommend this read!
ReplyDeleteSexy cover and great excerpt.
ReplyDeleteI love the cover, did you design it?
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