Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts

Thursday, August 25, 2016

A Song of the Sea is Live!

My new release is a short story and the Prequel of The Swords of an Angel, my upcoming paranormal romance.

You can find it on AMAZON and SMASHWORDS.

If you are one of my newsletter subscribers you will get it for FREE with my newsletter (which is on the way).

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

YA Paranormal Book Blitz:The Keeper Witches Series # 1 by Kristy Centeno

Urania's Distractions are back with a YA Paranormal story.
Enjoy!

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Title:  Keeper of the Lost Souls

Series:  The Keeper Witches Series # 1

Author:   Kristy Centeno

Published:  June 7th, 2013

Page Count:  380

Genre:  YA Paranormal

Synopsis:

Bryn McCaskey is young, naïve, and can talk to ghosts…

Like her mother and grandmother, Bryn comes from a breed of witches called The Keepers of the Lost Souls. Their main purpose is to guard those spirits who are permanently or temporarily grounded in the world of the living. Handling supernatural creatures is something which comes naturally to Bryn, however, dealing with people is a whole different story.

As her 18th birthday approaches it’s time for her to take on her first assignment. Bryn is forced to confront her inability to communicate with others in an effort to save the one soul that can mean the difference between life and death for mankind.

Johnny Shaw is a lost soul with a personal vendetta against witches…

A vendetta he has carried on even after death. As much as he hate’s them he must join forces with a keeper witch, in order to stop a century old threat. When fate brings them together, not only will they be forced to learn how to work as a team, but they will have to depend on each other to stop an evil witch carrying a six hundred year grudge!




Excerpt:

Before entering the property, I’d made sure I was protected and no amount of demon magic could’ve bypassed that spell. Unless of course, the demon happened to be hundreds of years old. This wasn’t the case, however— of that I was sure. A demon looking to destroy a witch wouldn’t wait so long to finish her off, especially when she was already down. With that in mind, I lifted my bruised body off the ground and stared ahead of me.

“Well, isn’t that something.” Yes, I was pissed. And yes, I wanted whoever or whatever attacked me to know it, too.

“You must think yourself really tough because of that surprise attack. But I’ll tell you one thing, you’re not really original.”

When I received no response, I hurried to add, “Come out and fight me like a man.” I was unsure of what I was dealing with, but aware of the fact that somewhere ahead of me there were a pair of eyes on me. I could feel them practically peeling my skin off. “You want to battle? Then show yourself and let’s get to it! I’m not afraid of you.”

“Go away, witch!”

He knows I’m a witch? How? None of my previous charges could tell and even after I told them who I was and why I was there, they still had a hard time believing me.

“You waste your time by coming here.” That voice was as angry as any I’d ever heard.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“Get the hell out of here,” the voice demanded.

“And if I don’t?”

“Leave! Or I’ll make you leave!”

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About the Author:

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.




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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Book Blast Giveaway:Dark Side of Sunset Point by Michael Allan Scott

Ready to meet the Dark Side? Plus, you can enter a rafflecopter giveaway.
Enjoy!






Title: Dark Side of Sunset Pointe 
a Lance Underphal Mystery
Author Name: Michael Allan Scott

Author Bio:

Born and raised at the edge of the high
desert in Kingman, Arizona, Michael Allan Scott resides in Scottsdale
with his wife, Cynthia and their hundred-pound Doberman, Otto. In
addition to writing mysteries and speculative fiction, his interests
include music, photography, art, scuba diving and auto racing. For
the latest, please visit http://michaelallanscott.com

Author Links - The link for any or all
of the following...
Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter |
Pinterest | Linkedin | Goodreads | Amazon


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Book Genre: Mystery,
Thriller & Suspense
Publisher: Telemachus
Press
Release Date: 11/19/12
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Book Description:
A contemporary mystery/thriller—a
paranormal mystery, to be more precise. For mystery fans, it twists
and turns like a dragon kite in a high wind. Mystery connoisseurs,
beware. The Lance Underphal Mystery series will keep you guessing .
. .
Lance Underphal was devastated by his
wife’s death, and now, the down-and-out crime-scene photographer
can’t let her go. He wakes up plagued by premonitions. The double
shooting of an Arizona real estate developer and his
mistress/bookkeeper immerse Underphal in a world of incomprehensible
phenomena.

Frank Salmon, the homicide detective on
the case, does his best to blow off Underphal’s “visions.” But
the murders keep piling up and the visions are all too real.

Salmon pursues Underphal’s clues from
a popular strip club to a failing community bank, adding a
blackmailing stripper to the body count.

Underphal struggles mightily with his
psychic curse, teetering on the brink of insanity. His only hope for
redemption is the voice in his head, the voice of his dead wife.
Stumbling through dark vortexes of murderous intrigue, he comes to
realize his visions will either kill him or lead to the capture of a
killer—maybe more than one.










Excerpt 

Whiting runs a trembling hand through thinning hair, his scalp hot and moist.  They’ve got to do something about these numbers.  Short stubble on raw cheeks twitches as he anxiously works his jaws.  They could lose the whole damn project.  Thirty million!  He can’t believe it, he’s bet everything on this project.  And with the hard-money loan, they’ve got a bigger nut than ever.  Shit!  Those hard-money bastards, they’re Rodriguez’s contacts.  Of course they had to have the money to finish—all the construction cost overruns.  Fucking Rodriguez.  His fingers manically drum on the hardwood desktop, their nails ragged, bitten to the quick.  They’re in way too deep to quit now.
            Chewing his bottom lip, Whiting redials Rodriguez’s cell.
            Rodriguez sounds out of breath, frustrated.  “Damn Gary, whaddaya want?” 
            “Mike, we need to go over some numbers.  Ya got a minute?”
            Rodriguez gives a short chuckle then lowers his voice, “I’m kinda in the middle of somethin’.”
            “Yeah, but . . .”  Gary hears a thump, then a woman’s muffled words.  “Hey, are you at the office?  Who’s with you?”
            “Yeah, like I said, we’re kinda in the middle of somethin’ here.”  
            Whiting hears giggling in the background. 
            To Diane, Rodriguez says, “Stop that.”  To Gary, he says, “Diane’s never done it on the desk before.” 
            Whiting can almost hear Rodriguez’s leering grin. 
            In the background Diane laughs then says, “Do I get overtime for this?”
            Now they’re both laughing.
            “Damn . . . Mike, you guys . . . in the office?”
            “Hey, don’t sweat it.  It’s almost seven, no one’s around, yard gates are locked, lights are off.  No one’s gonna know.”
            Whiting hears Diane coo and then more giggling.
            Rodriguez speaks closer into the phone, “That is, as long as you keep your mouth shut.”
            “Hey, no problem.  I don’t care what you do with Diane.  She’s your bookkeeper.”
            Diane lets out a short yelp and says “What was that?”
            “Shit!”  Rodriguez whispers, “Shit.”
            “Mike, what’s going on?”
            “Hold on, I think someone’s here.”
            Whiting hears grunting, rustling, probably scrambling for clothes, the metallic snap of window blinds.
            Under his breath, Rodriguez says “Who’s that?”  He whispers to Diane, “Get your panties on.”
            Whiting hears Diane whine, “I’m trying.”
            He hears Rodriguez whispering to himself, “Who is that?  Is that . . ?   I’ll get that bastard.”
            Rodriguez says, “Gary, hold on, I gotta take a picture with this thing, hold on.”
            “Okay.”  Whiting hears the blinds clacking. 
            He hears Rodriguez talking to himself, “Damn, it’s dark . . . but I think I got ‘em.”
            “Mike . . .  Mike?”
            “Yeah, I’m back, hold on.  Gotta check this out.”
            Whiting clutches the phone in a sweaty hand, pressed hard against his ear.  He hears a loud bang.  A door slamming the wall?  Too weird.  He needs a Valium. 
            Diane screams.  Rodriguez yells, “You, you asshole!  What the fuck do you want!?!” 
            Whiting hears POP, POP!  Screeching, a low grunt, loud thumps . . .  POP, POP, POP! “Uh, uh, uh . . .”  Guttural gasps.  A long wail.  High-pitched keening, its otherworldly echo raising every hair on goose flesh.  Whiting drops the receiver, horrified.  The plastic handset bounces off the desktop as it sinks in.  They’ve been shot!



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Urania 


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Book Tour Giveaway: Thorns of Betrayal by Lynn Donovan


Hi there my distracted book-lovers!
It's been a long time since I last hosted a book tour. I had to take some time off the social media and make myself focus on my thesis. But I've really missed this... So, I'm back with my favorite genre. You can guess, right?
P A R Α N O R M A L!!!
Just take a look...

And here's the cover and book details.

Title:  Thorns of Betrayal
Series:  Spirit of Destiny, Book Two
Author:  Lynn Donovan  
Published:  February 11th, 2014
Publisher:  AltWit Press
Word Count:  65,000
Genre:  Paranormal Christian Fiction
Recommended Age:  16+
Synopsis: His destiny brought them together, but will her past rip them apart?

Ever since her father’s mysterious death, Rose Bauer has suffered with migraines. Visions and voices reach out to her from the intense pain. Is her father’s spirit trying to contact her? Or is she going crazy?

Now is not a good time to be crazy.

Zeke Clayton claims destiny led him to her door. But how strong can destiny bind two souls when one is as tainted as hers? Is his love for her and faith in God strong enough to survive all her secrets? Will justice ever be served against the one who has betrayed them all?


About the Author:

Lynn Donovan spends her days chasing after her muses, trying to get them to settle down and behave long enough so she can dictate their words and actions. Thank goodness her muses love Christ or she’d be in big trouble. The results have produced The Clockwork Dragon, a collection of nine short stories in which she wrote half (4.5 stories), The Wishing Well Curse, and Thorns of Betrayal, Rocking Horse Shadows, and Christmas Grace, Signing Seeds. A speculative fiction called The Abraham Project is hovering out there somewhere. Lynn enjoys reading and writing Christian fiction, paranormal, and speculative fiction, but you never know what her muses will come up with for a story, so you could see a novel under any given genre. All we can tell you is keep your eyes open, cause these muses are not sitting still for long! Oops, there they go again…

Giveaway Details:
There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
·         Signed Print Copy of Thorns of Betrayal and swag (US Only)



Excerpt from Thorns of Betrayal by Lynn Donovan:



She had to get away from him, away from his lies. She pulled onto the county road. Her tires fishtailed on the wet asphalt and her head banged against the driver’s window. She slammed her transmission into second gear and then third. She could barely see through the downpour. How could she let herself get caught in a spring storm? She knew how bad they could get. Lightning flashed and momentarily blinded her. She blinked and blinked. The residual ball of light obscured her vision. Her VW splashed through a low-water crossing.
She down shifted as her car traveled through the water but returned the gear to third and pressed the gas. He’s lying! That’s what Russell did. He lied! Nobody knew that better than her. Wipers flapped vehemently across her windshield. Her mother did not kill those people. They killed her. Her body shook as she sobbed. Tears poured down her face. She scrubbed a knuckle across her nose. Around the curve a granite outcrop became part of the view. Her little bug dipped and climbed with the contour of the road. She needed to talk to Keisha.
The wipers squealed against drying glass. The downpour had stopped. She reached into her purse for her cell phone. Her car slammed into another low-water crossing and hydroplaned to her left. She jerked her eyes up. Terror shot through her chest. Oh God! Her cell phone crashed to the floorboard and broke apart. She gripped her steering wheel with blanching knuckles, but it didn’t help. The current pushed her little Beetle off the concrete road into the water. It tipped to the left and then righted itself. The Volkswagen bobbled but favored the left side. She leaned toward the center and frantically looked around. Men and women ran from vehicles along the side of the normally dry gulch.
Hysteria barely in check, she pounded the windshield and screamed, “Help me!”
The people were throwing ropes across the river down from her car. Thank God, they’ll catch the car. Her eyes met theirs. They were yelling something at her.
“What?” She rolled down her window.
“Don’t move,” the crew hollered. “Don’t move!”
Three men spilled from a black Hummer. Many voices yelled for her to be still.
A warm sensation cascaded over her like a sheer drape. Her fear flushed out like a drain and peace filled her heart. She would be saved. She sat back in her seat and sighed.
Her VW jerked, and her head slammed against the steering wheel. The ropes had caught. The current roared against the hull, filling her ears, drowning out the people’s voices. A warm trail of fluid ran down her neck. She touched her chin. Blood! Fear crept back and tightened in her throat. Like a terrifying roller coaster, she tipped in her seat. Her car was rolling over! She screamed as it continued to tumble.
Water punched her in the face and shoved past her as it poured into her car, quickly filling it. Panic clawed at her mind as the water engulfed her. Her door opened. She jerked her head toward it. A man! She could get out. She grabbed at his shoulders, his arms, whatever she could get hold of to pull herself out. But she couldn’t get out! She was stuck. He pushed back from her.
Oh No! Don’t leave me!
Her lungs burned. Raw pain tore at her throat. Choking convulsions. Pain…fading…darkness.


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Thursday, November 28, 2013

Book Tour Giveaway and Guest Post: Mystical High by Lisette Brodey

Hi there my faithful partners in Distraction!
You are all going to looove my latest one. Because today I intend to take you High...
Like... Mystical High.
Have a taste...

Let's start with the cover. This one was designed by the author especially for the tour. 


Wonder who the mystery boy walking off is? You can find out all about the story in the synopsis that follows and then you get to meet the writer. Lisette has joined Urania's Distractions with a guest post that all of you who are into writing will find really useful. I know I did!
Scroll down to read an excerpt of Mystical High and, of course, don't miss the amazing Giveaway!
·         $35 Amazon Gift Card (INT)
·         Print copy of Molly Hacker Is Too Picky! (US only)
·         Print copy of Squalor, New Mexico (US only)
·         Print copy of Mystical High (US only)
·         Tote bag (US and CAN only)


ENJOY!


Title:  Mystical HighAuthor:  Lisette BrodeyPublished: October 7th, 2013Publisher: Saberlee Books
Word Count:  72,700Genre:  YA ParanormalContent Warning:  Mild sexual content and non-gratuitous profanityRecommended Age:  14+Synopsis:In Mystekal, a small, dying town in the Southern California desert, only 75 students attend the old, sometimes creepy high school dubbed “Mystical High,” where strange things have been known to happen. Jessie Dalworth and Jinxsy Patterson are juniors and lifelong best friends. At home, Jessie deals with the pain of an absentee mother who has abandoned the family for the lure of Hollywood; Jinxsy contends with a 17th “birthday present” she never wanted or expected.

Meanwhile, at school, the unexplained activity begins to escalate when Jinxsy keeps seeing a long-haired guy in the hallway checking her out. Jessie can’t see him, but her younger brother, River, can.

Then, in English class, a stapler mysteriously flies off teacher Eve Carrow’s desk, hitting a student in the face who has just mouthed off to her. The beloved teacher is in the unenviable position of having her brute of a father as principal, so she hates sending any student to his office. As Principal Ernest Carrow begins to terrorize Eve and others more openly, something or someone unseen decides that it’s payback time.
School is getting stranger, and Jinxsy and Jessie are faced with mind-boggling changes in their home lives that complicate everything. When a string of shocking events expose explosive secrets, decades-long mysteries are finally revealed.
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About the Author:Lisette Brodey was born and raised in Pennsylvania. After high school, she moved to New York City where she attended Pace University and studied drama. After ten years in New York, several of them working in the radio industry, she moved to Los Angeles, where she held various positions at Paramount Studios in Hollywood and CBS Studio Center in Studio City, CA.
Back on the East Coast, she worked for many years as a freelance writer, specializing in PR and the entertainment industry. In 2010, she returned permanently to the Los Angeles area.
Her first-published book, CROOKED MOON (General Fiction) was published in both the trade paperback and Kindle editions in 2008. Her first-written, second-published book, SQUALOR, NEW MEXICO (Young Adult/General Fiction) was published in the Kindle and trade paperback versions in 2009.
Her third novel, MOLLY HACKER IS TOO PICKY!, a romantic comedy, was published December 1, 2011. The author blogged as her character, Molly Hacker, for over a year. All blogs can be found at www.mollyhacker.com.
In January 2013, the author edited and published a book of her mother's poetry (written 50 years earlier) called MY WAY TO ANYWHERE by Jean Lisette Brodey.

Lisette's fourth novel, MYSTICAL HIGH, is the first book in her YA Paranormal Desert Series trilogy.Amazon Author Page | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads | Website


Guest post

4 Tips to Writing a Better Novel

by Lisette Brodey


Tip #1


KEEP A TIME CHART: Even if you never mention particular dates in your novels, it’s important that you know the day and date of every scene. You may ask, “Why do I need to know that if it’s not part of my novel?” I’ll tell you why.

When you’re in the thick of writing your book, it’s very easy to lose track of how much time has elapsed between events. In some of my novels, my characters have had such long, complicated days that it’s taken me chapters to describe the action. Conversely, I may skip ahead two weeks, a month, or even years. It all depends on the story.

Every time I begin a novel, I pull out a calendar, and I choose a date. Sometimes it has everything to do with the story and what time of year it is, sometimes it doesn’t, but it’s still important. Let’s say your character is an unhappy wife who is keeping tabs on her husband’s whereabouts because she is convinced he’s cheating. In Chapter 7, she’s having lunch with her best friend and telling her everything that she has just found out. Can you accurately have your character tell her friend what happened five days ago, what happened three days ago, and what happened two weeks ago if you don’t have it noted? I sure can’t.

If you keep a dated time chart with a simple synopsis of what happens when, it will save you lots of headaches down the road.

Tip #2


KEEP IT TIGHT: Let’s stay with our story of the woman who thinks her husband is cheating on her. There’s a twist in this story. She finds out that he’s not cheating at all but wants her to think he is because he’s being blackmailed and is actually trying to protect her by letting her assume the lesser of two evils. Ah, the plot is thickening. Let’s say that in Chapter 10, the woman makes a major discovery that changes her perspective on what is going on. Before you create a brand-new character to deliver that information to her, make sure there are no existing characters that can do the job. Don’t introduce your reader to new people if they serve no real purpose and will do nothing more than clutter or dilute your prose. When you use established characters, you may just come up with even better plot twists than you imagined. You may very well need a new character, but take the time to think about it. Keep it tight.

Tip #3

LISTEN TO YOUR NOVEL: Most of us know that it’s very difficult to proof your own work. Your eyes tend to see what is supposed to be there, not what is there. If you have spent an hour reworking a paragraph or speech, you may have become so immersed in getting it right that when you read it back, you don’t notice that you’ve used a particular word three times in two sentences. Unless it’s intentional, it’s not good. Most computers have text-to-speech functions. To review your work, highlight the part you want to hear, place it in a new document, and highlight it again. Then, sit back and listen to your words. If there are words missing, misspelled, or repeated, you will hear them. Listening gives you a different perspective than reading.

You may wonder why I suggested putting your text into a new document. You ask, “Why can’t I just highlight it in the document I’m using?” You can, but as you know, highlighted text can disappear instantly if a wrong button is touched on your keyboard and can’t quickly hit Control Z (PCs) or Command Z (Macs) to undo. That’s all. It’s just a safety measure to protect what you’ve written.
Tip #4

USE YOUR FIND COMMAND: Do you have pet words or phrases that you tend to overuse? I know that’s always a worry for me. When I’m immersed in telling a story, my brain is focused on the action and sometimes I’m merely serving as a transcriptionist for my characters. Sometimes my editor will catch these repetitions and just as often, I’ll catch them myself. If you’re able to identify words or phrases you might overuse, use the FIND command in Word (or other software). Then, change them or rewrite sentences to avoid them. Just get ’em outta there. And remember, the more unusual the word, the more obvious the repetition.

 Excerpt from Mystical High by Lisette Brodey:

Eve Carrow, Mystekal High’s English teacher, glanced at the giant wall clock as Jessie and Jinxsy slipped into their seats seconds before the bell.
“Welcome, you two. I wasn’t sure you were going to join us today. I like to be fashionably late at parties sometimes, but school is a different story.”
The old bell sounded loudly.
Jessie opened her notebook, grabbed To Kill A Mockingbird, the current class book, from her backpack, and sat upright in her chair. “See? We’re on time. Ready to go.”
“Yes, you are.”
Jinxsy, still fumbling through her backpack, looked at her friend, then at her teacher. “Jess had a mishap with her locker. Cut her finger.”
From the back of the room, Taylor cackled. “Yeah, it took her ten minutes for Her Vampiress to suck a few drops of blood and ten more minutes for the Jinx to calm her down.”
Jessie turned abruptly in her chair. “You are so exaggerating, Taylor. Keep out of my business.”
“Your boring business.” Taylor ran her fingers through her blond and purple hair. “No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend when the biggest part of your day is a little boo boo on your finger. Waaaaaaaah!”
Eve, though usually of the sweetest demeanor, slammed a book down on her desk. “Taylor Dennison. Stop. Now. Everyone else, face front.” As she looked around the room, her angry look softened. “Okay, who wants to begin our discussion about Boo Radley?”
Sophia Chavez raised her hand. “I will.”
“Thank you, Sophia. Please go on.”
“Well, I know the kids made up a lot of stories about him, but it’s only natural, you know? I mean, he never came out of the house. There were creepy rumors, like how he stabbed his dad in the leg with scissors. If I heard that about someone, I would be thinking the same way that Scout, Jem, and Dill did.”
Eve nodded her head in agreement. “It’s very easy to assume all kinds of things when we don’t know the truth.”
“So why is that, Ms. Carrow?”
“Well, Sophia, I think it’s because as human beings, we like answers. If an answer can be looked up or found out, most of us will choose that route. But when the answer to a question isn’t readily available, we tend to make things up, to satisfy our inquiring brains. It’s not a good thing to do, but human beings engage in this practice quite liberally. What do you think of my assessment?”
Jessie, with little animation on her face, responded to her teacher’s question. “I think you’re right.”
Taylor yelled from the back of the room. “Why? Because people talk crap about your hermit crab aunt?”
Jessie turned and glared at Taylor. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled. She knew that if she responded, the words would be ugly ones she wouldn’t want to be heard saying.
Eve was furious. “Taylor, that was positively uncalled for. And just plain cruel. I’m being extraordinarily generous by not sending you to the principal’s office. But one more outburst and I won’t hesitate.”
Silence fell over the room. The principal of Mystekal High was Eve’s father, Ernest Carrow. He had been the principal since Eve herself was a student. The only person who seemed to tolerate him at all was his secretary, and he seemed to like children as much as picnic goers like ants.
Carrow was the wealthiest man in Mystekal and owned a large percentage of the real estate, both commercial and residential. He didn’t need the salary he earned as Mystekal High’s principal, but he liked to control people, and being in charge of everyone at the school helped him to do just that.
Even though she couldn’t stand sending students to her father’s office, Eve hated making empty threats even more. She despised him, and sending a student for discipline meant that she had to deal with her father as well. She would have to endure a lecture about how she wasn’t able to control her class or how she had failed to mete out proper discipline. Eve pretended not to hear Taylor’s last remark and prayed she would not step over the line again. At least for the remainder of class.
“Would you all please take out your class assignment for this week? We’re going to share.”
Cade Swift raised his hand.
“Yes, Cade?”
“Do you mean the paper you asked us to write on who we thought Boo Radley really was? The one where you wanted us to write a description of how we saw his life inside that house?”
“The one and only.”
Cade bit his lip. “Uh, would you mind calling on me last?”
“Since when are you shy?”
“I’m not. But after what you said to Sophia I’m thinking maybe I need to rewrite my paper.”
Taylor’s boyfriend, Santino Vega, laughed. “Dude, don’t you mean write it. Period.”
Cade, the dark-haired boy known for his smiling eyes was quick to respond. “No, Vega, I mean rewrite it.”
Eve Carrow was intrigued. “Why do you want to rewrite it, Cade?”
Cade looked embarrassed and responded more softly than usual. “Um, I think maybe I was too judgmental. Just want to do it over.”
Jessie looked admiringly at Cade, then at her best friend. Jinxsy knew Jessie had a crush on him but had been denying it. Jessie’s glance confirmed that she was ready to admit it. But whether or not she was ready to seek out Cade’s affections was an entirely different story.
Eve Carrow smiled. “Actually, Cade. I’d like you to read your paper as you wrote it and then tell us how you’d like to change it.”
“Oh, man. Do I have to?”
The class giggled and Jessie’s eyes grew wide with anticipation.
“As your teacher, I would truly appreciate it.”
“Read it, dude. Then tell everyone how you’ve gone soft on Radley.”
Eve looked sternly at the class loudmouth. “Mr. Vega, I can only surmise by your comments that you would prefer to lead the class into this exercise. By all means, why don’t you go first?”
Santino looked angry. “Listen, Ms. Carrow. I think it was really a stupid assignment. I mean, Harper Lee already wrote the character. There’s no point in us rewriting the dude. Sorry, didn’t do it and I’m not gonna do it. Any questions?”
As Santino’s words fell on the shocked class and the disrespected teacher, a gust of desert wind rushed through the open window, blew a small stapler off Eve Carrow’s desk, and sent it flying through the air before it landed sharply on Santino’s mouth.
“What the —?” Santino wiped the blood from his mouth.
As the class focused on the freak accident, Eve looked out the window and noticed that it was a very still day. The sagebrush was not moving. There was not even the faintest trace of wind.


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