Title- Burn Out
By- Ruthi Kight
Expected Publication Date- August 2013
Pyromaniac. Murderer. Burn out.
Ten years ago Delia’s life went up in smoke. Literally.
After a decade of hiding, she is forced back into the world.
With only her wits to guide her, she must now figure out how to live in a town that knows her only as a murderer.
Her family is gone. The people all fear her. She has nothing holding her in Sunny Shores…until she meets Liam.
He’s heard the stories. He knows he should stay away from her, but he’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Life seems to be looking up for them…until her past comes back like a bitch slap to the face.
20 years old
Born in Sunny Shores, SC
Has been locked away in Sunny Shores Psychiatric Hospital for 10 years.
Extremely saucy- her sharp tongue and quick wit have gotten her into trouble more times than she can count.
Likes: the ocean, sleeping late, chocolate milkshakes, and dipping her fries in a Wendy’s Frosty.
Dislikes: Creepy old dudes, pop music, salads (they’re the devil), and people who lie.
Favorite quote: “I wonder why it is, that young men are always cautioned against bad girls. Anyone can handle a bad girl. It’s the good girls men should be warned against.” – David Niven
Favorite Song: P!nk’s U + Ur Hand
24 years old
Born in Georgia, currently resides in Sunny Shores, SC
Has a deep love for Homer’s The Odyssey and The Iliad. Not Homer Simpson.
Recently found himself in a sticky situation involving murder, lies, and plenty of betrayal.
Likes: Reading, walking the beach at night, anything with Al Pacino, a good pizza filled with toppings, newfound love for The Simpsons, and his *special* coffee cup.
Dislikes: Being cooped up in the house, fighting, McDonald’s double cheeseburgers, and doing laundry…unless Delia was there.
Favorite Quote: “Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” – Nido Qubein
Favorite Song: My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark- Fall Out Boy
28 years old
Family is from Sunny Shores, but he spent most of his youth in Southern California.
Is proud of his surf shack, even if he barely makes it by. He hopes to one day be able to teach the next National Surfing Champion.
Likes: The smell of suntan lotion, motorcycles, Adam Lambert’s music, and playing detective (even better if he gets to wear the trench coat!)
Dislikes: Scam artists, video games (what a waste of energy!), fast food, cheap shoppers, and winter (no surfing!)
Favorite Quote: “Believe you can and you’re halfway there.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Favorite Song: Adam Lambert’s Strut
For Delia, I’d say Nina Dobrev, just because she has such an attitude and can pull it off. I didn’t think that before the “bad” Elena on TVD, but now…yeah, she could handle it, lol.
For Liam…hmmm…that might be a little tougher. I’d have to say Steven Strait. He’s soooo gorgeous! I would literally gobble him up! LOL
For Mike, there’s only one choice, lol. Samuel Larsen and those dreads…I mean..WOW! I’ve seen a lot of guys with dreads, but he would be perfect.
For the minor characters, it would be a toss up. Probably want unknown actors, just to even it out.
The loud grumbling of my stomach caught both of our attentions and I laughed. Yes, laughed. Cringing would have been more appropriate, but at that point, I had already made an ass out of myself so, why worry?
“Might want to feed the natives. Sounds like they’re getting restless.”
“What’s good here?” I grabbed the menu and started reading. Grease, fried everything…basically the perfect recipe for clogged arteries.
“The fried mushrooms are pretty good. They’re usually mushrooms, so that’s a plus.” I raised my eyebrow and waited for him to finish. Instead, he returned his attention to his book.
“You’re seriously ending it like that? What do you mean ‘usually’?”
“I get them at least once a week, and most of the time I end up eating mushrooms. But sometimes…it’s like a potluck dinner. You never know what’s under the wrapping, but by that point you’re too damn hungry to care. You just eat it.”
It actually didn’t sound too bad. There had been plenty of foods that I had consumed whose origin was still unknown. “Fried mushrooms it is.” I closed the menu and laid it on the table. I could feel
Liam’s eyes on me and when I looked up, I was right. He was staring right at me, an intense look on his face. “Either you need to shit, or you find it fun to stare at the freak.”
He shook his head and winced. “Neither, actually. Why do you call yourself that?”
How was I supposed to answer that without telling him exactly who I was? There’s no easy way to let someone know that you were a freshly sprung mental patient with a penchant for setting loved ones on fire. Shit. The truth would make him run for the hills.
“Does it matter? It is what it is.” The waitress chose that moment to come to the table. I ordered the mushrooms and a glass of water. Once she walked away, I stared down at the table. Maybe he would think I was immensely entertained by the cracked plastic table top, instead of the truth: I was avoiding him.
“Okay. So you’re a freak. That works.” I looked up when he spoke, taken aback by his ability to let the subject go. He smiled and set the glass down. “Next question then. Read any good books lately?”
I laughed and covered my mouth. “Really?”
“You asked me about the weather before. So books seemed like a good topic to go with next. Do you read?” I shook my head no. “No time for it? Or no interest?”
“Neither. All the time in the world and none available. Boxers or briefs?” I smirked as his face turned a bright red.
“Neither.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, causing a blush to creep up on my face.
“Romantic or comedy?”
I stared at him for a moment, confused as to what he was asking. He didn’t laugh this time. His mouth hung open in shock, which made me giggle uncontrollably. “What?”
“Oh shit. You’re a pod person. I knew it.” He closed his mouth and leaned back against the hard booth. “Who the hell doesn’t read, doesn’t have a preference in movies, and asks someone about the weather when they were just outside enjoying it?”
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a caged animal once again. There were no walls closing in on me this time, but his judging eyes were enough to condemn me. “Whatever. Like that shit is important.”
About the Author
Ruthi Kight currently lives in her hometown of Columbia, SC, with her fiancé and five year old daughter. She has an unhealthy addiction to books, music, and chocolate, but not necessarily in that order. When her dream of being a rock star didn’t work out, she focused on her other passion: writing. She is the author of Knotted Roots, a YA Coming of Age story, and is currently working on two other novels that are due out this year.