YA/NA Crossover Paranormal
Date Published: May 2012
Forgetting
who you are, your ambitions, your lover is crippling. Remembering,
embracing your purpose with a new sense of determination is more than
empowering. It's soul seizing. Charlie Myers is embarking on a
life-altering path that will cause the damned to humble in silence…
One
night, just a few friends how could it go so wrong? That was the
question Charlie was asking herself when she awoke in the ER. Outwardly
nothing was wrong with Charlie, she was a vision of perfect health, but
Charlie knew something else was wrong, wickedly wrong. That fearful
notion became even more gripping when her mind began to parade haunting
visions of entrancing emerald green eyes, laced in black, before her.
When she felt a hole in her heart, when the music she drowned her fears
in began to amplify the ache in her soul, and caused her to crave an
embrace she thought she never knew.
Charlie
knew then that part of her was stolen. She was missing memories. Those
memories were sacred. They held the key to her sanity. They told her
that the sinister whispers, and the shadows that came to life before
her, were not as ominous as she felt they were. They caused her to
forget the one talent that allowed her to face the darkness that haunted
her every waking hour. They also masked a much deeper bond, the face of
the one that had stolen her heart, long before that tragically blinding
night.
Charlie
wanted to stay in NY, fight her demons where she found them, and ensure
that her true home remained a sanctuary. Fate had a different plan in
mind. Against her will, Charlie was sent to Salem to live with her
sister. Within that small town Charlie found her memories…and so much
more.
Her story begins now.
EXCERPT
“What’s going on?” I asked nervously, hitting ‘Pause’ on my phone
as I watched him push the seat back so his legs could have more room.
“I told you I’d tell you how to get back,” he said, smiling faintly.
Every part of me was tingling. Yet, I was frozen in place. I had no idea how I was going to focus well enough to drive.
What would I do if I had to fight these shadows in front of him? I was horrified.
“Yeah, but I thought you meant follow you,” I said, trying to take in a breath after I said the words.
“I wanted to ride with you,” he said, pulling his belt on.
As he leaned closer to me to fasten it, I could smell the addictive
aroma of his cologne. I knew that scent. My mind was firing off images
of him at warp speed. His scent, his eyes, his energy, every ounce of
him was magnifying fantasies I could not comprehend in the state I was
in.
“Just for the record, you’re only my second passenger. Third, if you count my teacher,” I said, putting the car in drive.
“Duly noted.”
I caught myself staring into his enchanting eyes. His dark lashes
framed the most alluring color I’d ever seen. It was like they were
intended to be black, but a shade of the most perfect green had
shattered the black canvas that they were.
Eyes that had haunted me for days...
He stared back at me with almost the same wonder, then he quirked a slight grin. “That way,” he said, pointing to the left.
Obviously I was alone in my fascination. Surely if we were anything
like my minds eye was telling me we were in some forgotten past he
would have said something.
Unless. Unless it was a bad past.
The tinge of pain in my heart let that dark thought enter my mind.
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I tried to smile through
it as I turned the wheel. I crept down the gravel driveway, fighting
the glare of the headlights coming from his Hummer. Just before I
reached the road, he reached up and moved my rearview mirror, taking the
torture of the lights away. He then gently grasped my ear buds and
pulled them out. His warm fingertips brushed against my skin, and it
took everything I had not to faint. I thought I heard him sigh, just
after he took in a deep breath. Those long fingertips of his lingered a
little longer, more than likely a second or two, but it felt like hours,
then they slid down my neck taking the cords from my ear buds with
them.
I angled my eyes at him to see if I had the same effect on him that he clearly had on me.
“You have to be able to see and hear if you’re going to get us
home,” he explained, relaxing into his seat. He bit his bottom lip as he
bathed me in his smoldering gaze. We said a thousand words at that
moment. Words I could not hear, but wanted to.
Jamie Magee
I'm an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music.
Addicted to Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my
favorite season. Black is my favorite 'shade.' Strong believer in the
saying: there is a reason for everything, therefore I search for 'marked
moments' every moment of everyday...and I find them. Life is beautiful!
Twitter: @Jamie_Magee_
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