Date Published: 7/7/2013
Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death. As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s achieved.
Kyran Rousseau’s gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under the right circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to protect Kyran. While, he doesn’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has a way of changing his plans.
Falling for Kyran is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat hunting her and a boyfriend who’s as dangerous as he is good looking—how can Marjorie and Kyran keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?
The look he gave me then made me want to laugh. Before making a fool of myself, I bit my lip and turned away from him before I burst out laughing. I didn’t think he would appreciate me for laughing at his expense.
He cursed in French and it took a lot for me to refrain from chuckling. It sounded comical and at the same time it was incredibly sexy.
The feel of Angela elbowing me drew my attention away from Kyran. “What’s this all about?” she whispered.
“I wish I knew.” I didn’t even know why we were arguing, or why he was mad, for that matter. “When I find out, I’ll fill you in.”
“He’s one to talk.” Kyran finally spoke in a much more controlled tone. “He’s the biggest weirdo in our family.” Was it just me or did that sound very childish?
“He really didn’t say anything I hadn’t noticed already.”
We leered at each other then, each holding our own. But as I stared into his eyes, I could have sworn they changed colors, from silver to gray. Before I could take a second look, Kyran turned his face away.
“So, you think I’m not normal?” he asked nonchalantly.
“That depends on how you define normal,” I said while trying to take a second peek at his eyes, but he wouldn’t look directly at me. “I don’t know what to think of you, really. You confuse me.”
Confused was an understatement. Here we were, arguing, after only knowing each other for a grand total of twenty-four hours. The sad part was I really wanted to know why he was angry. What had I done to make him snap at me? I barely even knew him!
“I bet I do.” He sighed heavily and placed both hands on top of the table, which I took as an invitation to inspect them with my eyes.
Kyran had big hands that appeared as strong as a pair of bricks. It was hard not to stare as they lay atop the table. Something, aside from how big and strong his hands appeared, caught my immediate attention. I noticed what seemed to be a tattoo on his right hand, between his thumb and index finger.
At first it seemed to be just a circle, but upon closer inspection, I noticed it wasn’t just a simple round-shaped tattoo on his hand. The tattoo resembled the shape of a full moon; the details were very vivid and realistic, almost like seeing the moon from one’s
backyard at night. As he moved his hand, the tattoo seemed to move too. The gray and blue colors of it blended in with each other giving it a very realistic, almost real life appearance.
“You confuse me too. I’ve never met someone like you before. I don’t know what to make of you.” He kept speaking without looking at me, and that annoyed me.
Why couldn’t he just look at me as he spoke?
“Yeah, well, likewise.”
“You’ve a very strong personality, Marjorie. This could be a good thing sometimes, but other times, it could get you killed.” Finally, he turned to look at me and I immediately noted that his eyes were the same silver color they normally were.
What Writing Means To Me
Many authors might be able to relate when I say that writing is more of a hobby with many perks than a career. Though there are many who might disagree, for me at least, writing is my favorite pastime. When I decided to venture into the art of storytelling it was never my intention to make a living out of it. My decision was based solely on my desire to accomplish a lifelong dream.
Though I’d been putting pen to paper for years, I hadn’t fully explored the endless possibilities of what my brain could actually come up with. This was put to the test back in 2010 when the urge to scribble down all those ideas, concepts, and characters that had been haunting my mind for years became suddenly too much.
I must have started half a dozen books within a six month period but ultimately they all took a back seat to another storm brewing inside my skull and sooner rather than later, I began my first (and I say first because it was the first book I ever finished) real journey into a world of the paranormal. Although this plot turned out to be a young adult novel in which the main characters are werewolves, once finished, it open up a whole new world of possibilities.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that I didn’t have to stop at just one book. After all, even if it took me a while to finish that didn’t mean that my ideas would run out. As a matter of fact, once that first novel was completed the ideas kept coming and coming.
With this in mind, I continued on with my quest to write till my heart’s content. Not really knowing whether or not any of the completed novels would ever be published. The part I’ve enjoyed the least about my adventure is those weeks in which you anxiously wait for an answer from those agents or publishers you submitted your work to.
However, nothing can compare to when I sit down with my laptop and begin to type down these amazing scenes or verbally generate characters that touch my heart one way or another. Before you question my mental health I will admit to hearing voices in my head. They just happen to be the kind which helps me create and produce fictional worlds that will keep readers captivated and motivated to continue turning the pages because they just can’t get enough.
Though my life may be full often, I always find some time to get lost in one of so many worlds. Even if it’s only for a short amount of time. Writing for me is a passion. Anything else that comes of it is but a bonus.
As a child, she used to lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s all grown up, Kristy gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to life in ways that most readers might not expect.
She’s always had a passion for writing but never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying out numerous options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most so when she found herself with some free time on her hands, she decided to pursue her passion. As it turned out, her very active imagination helped her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so ordinary characters that helped the stories move along in one way or another.
As she keeps moving along in achieving her dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between her four children and her very understanding husband.