Crushed: Demon Within Book Two Prologue

crushed-teaser8In only two short days, Crushed releases into the world! The second book in the series was so much fun to write because I got to explore a few characters that we just glimpsed in Tainted. It’s definitely a rollercoaster ride of a book as Cami finds herself amid a world where she doesn’t know who to trust as secrets of her life come to light. If you like young adult stories that explore the areas between good and evil, characters with special abilities, hot book boyfriends, mystery, and the possibility of some intense feelings, you’ll love Crushed.

To celebrate the soon-to-be release of Crushed, I’ve included the prologue for your reading enjoyment. I hope you love the book as much as I loved writing it!


And now without further ado…



A CRIMSON HAZE shadows my vision as anger rages through me like a fire threatening to burn everything around me to ashes. The bitter, dangerous emotion consuming me keeps me moving forward. It’s the only thing that encourages me to succeed in the one thing I want most in life—the destruction of those who’ve betrayed me by my hands.

I wasn’t always like this. I didn’t always have this overwhelming hunger for death, for devastation. But then everything changed. Everything always changes. My demonic side started controlling me worse than the man who raised me. My father’s obsession with who I should be transformed me from a weak, fragile girl into a blood-thirsty demi-demon. And now it dominates me, controls me. By accepting my heritage as a half-demon, I’ve inherited the evil that comes with it—the evil that forces me to take deep breaths to stay in control.

The evil burns in a good way, my overwhelming power sizzling under my skin. The faces of the Hunter’s Alliance blur as my desire to obliterate them overtakes my soul.

“Calm down,” a surly voice begs. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”

The skin on my wrists stings as I yank at the wired rope binding my hands to the rickety metal chair. My knotted hair falls in my eyes. A scream burns in my throat. I need to get out of here before they discover I’ve lost control of my demon half—before they try to send my soul to where it belongs.

“You have to let me go before it’s too late.” My voice comes out as a whisper like the quiet before a storm. A thundering, demonic storm I know is bound to happen if I can’t force my demonic half to relax.

Icy fear slithers through my veins. No one can save me. I can’t even protect myself. My humanity slowly slips through my fingers. I won’t let the alliance do this to me. I trusted them, helped them, and just like my dad said, they’ve turned their backs on me.

My vision transforms from red to black. A black so dark and devoid of light it feels like I’m being swallowed into a dark cavern of nothingness.

I scream again as I lose control. The demon within me awakens, and I can’t resist its alluring pull any longer. The alliance is going to die.

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Bond to Break Cover Reveal

I’m super excited to share the cover of the final installment in the Finding Nate series, Bond to Break! The action-packed conclusion follows Mira Everson and Nate Burnham as they immerse themselves deeper into the war between science and magic—a war that could easily tear them apart.



And now without further ado, the cover and blurb for Bond to Break: Finding Nate Book 3.

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Planning the ultimate act of revenge is easy for seventeen-year-old Mira Everson when she has nothing left to lose. After sacrificing her freedom to save her ex-boyfriend, Nate Burnham, Mira must test her limits to discover what she’s capable of. Endowed with dark powers due to a magical bond with Nate, Mira must risk losing everything good within her in a war she never wanted to be a part of—if she is to survive.

Unable to accept that Mira wants to fight their battle alone, Nate turns to the creature world for help in rescuing her from the hands of their enemies. Immersing himself deeper in the creature world turns out to be more than Nate bargained for. A shocking discovery makes him question what he’s doing with his life—because as it turns out, his enemies might’ve been right all along.

With enemies on both sides of the war between science and magic blurring the lines between friends and foes, Nate and Mira must figure out where their loyalty lies—and if it’s with each other. Can they survive with their lives and hearts intact, or will their unbreakable bond be their undoing?

You can add Bond to Break to your Goodreads TBR list here.

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Character Bio – Evan Whiteshaw

Name: Evan Whiteshaw

Age: Nineteen

Description: Blond hair, blue eyes, muscular, tall, extremely attractive.

Style: Hunting attire usually consisting of all black clothing and boots.

Personality Traits: Confident, brave, reasonable.

Strengths: Trustworthy, powerful, intelligent, helpful.

Weaknesses: Perfectly okay with his darker side.

Evan Whiteshaw Quote TaintedQuote: “You can never let your guard down for anyone—not even me.” Evan is aware of the darker side he possesses, and he isn’t afraid to use it. The advice applies to teaching Cami to fight, but it can be applied to Cami’s real life.

Theme songs: Look After You by The Fray and Angels Fall by Breaking Benjamin.

Fun fact: Evan and Cami have a bond due to surviving similar circumstances. When Cami lost her parents, Evan was the only one she’d talk to, though she doesn’t remember much after the fire.

Thanks so much for reading about my favorite hunter, Evan Whiteshaw! 

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Tainted Release Giveaway!

As a treat to celebrate the release of Tainted: Demon Within Book One, YA Bound Book Tours is hosting a giveaway on my behalf that includes a $15 Amazon digital gift card. Thanks so much to all those who have made the release of Tainted so special. There are many ways to participate, so just check out the rafflecopter giveaway below. Also, as another treat, I’ve included one of my very favorite scenes that you can check out below. Enjoy!

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I turn on my heels, stomping my way back to the arched doorway that leads to the altar. Footsteps echo behind me. I barely have time to turn before Evan collides into me. We fall to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. I land on my back with Evan pressed on top of me. Heat blossoms in my cheeks. I’m angry and embarrassed I was defeated so easily.

I freeze as he watches me, his nose almost touching mine. I can’t help breathing deeply. He smells like his pillow—hints of golden amber and raw patchouli mixed with his citrus shampoo.

“Never turn your back on a demon.” His deep voice vibrates through me, sending tingles down my spine.

I lie placidly beneath him. “You’re not a de—” I begin to say, and then laugh.

“That’s beside the point.” Evan’s words wipe the smile from my lips. “You can never let your guard down for anyone—not even me.”

He rolls off me, breathing heavily, attempting to regain his composure. I push off the floor, knocking him on his back, determined not to make the same mistake twice. I’m tempted to help him up, but I picture him yanking me back onto the floor and yelling at me again.

I walk backwards, putting distance between us. The corner of his mouth quirks into a half smile. I narrow my eyes, taking longer strides backwards, my right hand behind me, guiding my way so I don’t bump into the wall I know is coming up behind me.

Evan reaches above his head, pressing his palms flat against the floor, and easily handsprings. His body arches in an elegant swooping motion, and he lands smoothly on his feet. He lurches closer, stalking his prey like a hunter. The predator he is dominates his every movement, every gesture, from his graceful strides to the ferocious glint in his eyes reflecting back at me. Crap, he’s going to try and corner me.

I steady my pace, taking each step one at a time, reaching out to the cool emptiness of the room behind me. It’s a relief to my clammy skin and my tightly wound nerves. I’m not trapped…yet.

I straighten my back. Lifting my chin smugly, I curl my lips into my most dazzling smile.

Without saying a word, he charges at me. I side step out of his way seconds before his arms can wrap around me. I run to the opposite side of the room. Alana would be proud of my ability to stay on the edge of danger without jumping into it. I’m a fast opponent when I’m not scared out of my wits. I can defeat the feline in Evan’s game of cat and mouse.

“You can’t run forever. I will catch you.”

“Want to bet on it?”



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Character Bio – Cadence Dubois

Name: Cadence Dubois

Age: Eighteen

Description: Purple hair, light brown eyes, muscular, heavy makeup.

Style: Skirts, skinny jeans, fishnets, halter tops, gothic styles, heels. Impractical hunting attire.

Personality Traits: Assertive, courageous, protective, flirtatious.

Strengths: Loyal, impulsive, skilled fighter.

Weaknesses: Tends to underestimate the severity of a situation, overconfident.

Cadence Dubois quote TaintedQuote: “Stop putting yourself down and call. You may not realize it yet, but you’re more than just hunted. You are something special. If you weren’t, that upper level demon wouldn’t even bother with trying to take you alive.” Cadence always gives Cami pretty sound advice when it comes to how to deal with her life. While Alana spends her time protecting Cami, Cadence believes Cami is plenty capable of taking care of herself.

Theme songs: Counting Stars by OneRepublic.

Fun fact: Cadence lives in a town based on one my mother lived in years ago. At the time, it was basically all desert, and I’d always get nervous driving to her house at night because it felt like the perfect place for scary shenanigans to occur.

Thanks so much for reading an in-depth look at Cadence, Cami’s best friend!

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Tainted: A Demon Within Novel Chapter One

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With the release of Tainted drawing near, I wanted to share with you chapter one to go along with the prologue I had shared a few weeks ago. If you haven’t read the prologue yet, you can do so here!

Tainted is available for pre-order at these online retailers: Amazon, iTunes, Barnes&Noble, Smashwords, and Kobo.

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FRIGID DARKNESS COATS my skin in ice, but it doesn’t cool the fire running through my veins. I’m trapped in a world of nightmares, hanging on to my sanity for dear life. I’m disoriented, unsure of which way is up. No matter how hard I kick my legs, I don’t get anywhere. I’m terrified.

My heartbeat resonates in my eardrums. The comforting thump-thump, thump-thump keeps me from giving up. My soul isn’t lost…yet.

“You don’t belong here, Cami.” A soft voice echoes in my mind.

“Who said that?” I must be going crazy. There is no one here.

“I did.” The voice comes from nowhere and everywhere, corking the hopelessness leaking from my soul.

Hazy light shimmers in the distance. Like a shipwreck survivor glimpsing a lighthouse on a faraway shore, it’s miles beyond my reach. The light is my last salvation from this barren, black void.

“Please, get me out of here.” My voice quivers with desperation. I’d do anything to escape this nightmare.

“I can only help you if you let me in.” The voice echoes louder, closer. It’s the voice of a boy, not deep enough to be a man. It’s a beautiful sound, like a symphony of reassuring emotions creating a heartwarming melody.

“How can I let you in if I can’t get out?” I ask.

“It’s simple. Open your soul.”

I jolt upright, startled. My room is lit in the soft glow emanating from my bedside lamp. I can’t believe I fell asleep an hour before sunrise. I haven’t done that in over a year. Alana decided I was old enough to have my own room if I could handle staying awake all night, prepared for any and all demon invasions. She’d freak if she found out I’d been taking a catnap.

I shake the lingering nightmare from my mind. I have enough to worry about, let alone stupid, cryptic dreams. The stench of manure and burning rubber stings my nose, and my heart jumps. I reach for the glass of holy water I have sitting on my bedside table. I can only think of one thing that smells that disgusting—a lower level demon in its true body.

I lean over the side of my bed to peer under it for signs of my childhood monsters, but there’s only a baseball bat. My closet door is wide open, displaying the few shirts and jeans I have. My leather jacket drapes over the back of a folding chair stationed in front of a television tray I use as a desk. My curtains are pulled open, giving me a full view of the walkway outside of my window.

And then I see it.

Beady eyes gawk at me through the glass. The demon looks like a metallic porcupine with sharp, silver spikes protruding from crusty skin. Its body glitters in the soft light emanating from my room. Triangular ears fold against its head and a thin flap of skin sags from its neck, twitching and moving like an antenna. It sits on its haunches like a mangy dog, pressing its flat black nose to the windowpane.

I suppress the scream burning in my throat. The last thing I need is to rile it up and have it smash through my window. I have just one cup of holy water left, and I need to save it for more threatening demons. This one seems content just taunting me.

I scoot to the edge of my bed and give the demon my best death glare. As long as I don’t submit to my fear, I won’t look like easy prey. This kind of demon won’t pick a fight if it knows it’ll lose. It makes choices based on animal instinct rather than intelligence. There’s not much I can do until sunrise except hold my ground.

“You got a lot of nerve being here,” I say. The demon may look like a mutated animal, but I know it can understand me.

The demon’s eyelids close and flash open in response.

I tilt the glass of holy water to my lips and drink a small amount. It’s not that I’m thirsty, but what I’m hoping is that it will protect me in case the demon decides watching me isn’t enough. Blessed water is like acid to demons. A glass of it will distract them long enough to give me time to get a running start. In this case, it will give Alana enough time to come and kill it since she’s only a door away.

“Fine. If you’re going to play this game, then I’m going to give you three choices. You can wait here while I scream for Alana, and then she can kill you. You can wait until the sun comes up and traps you for the entire day, and then Alana can kill you. Or, you can leave now and bother someone else, and never come back here, or Alana will kill you.” I can’t believe I’m negotiating with a demon. People lose their souls dealing with demons, but I’m not leaving room for error. Whatever it decides, I’ll survive until sunrise.

The demon lifts its hand and drags its spiked fingers across the glass, creating a horrible squeaking sound. I cringe, opening my mouth to yell for help, stopping short when it stands up on two legs and walks backwards in slow-motion rewind.

It disappears around the corner of the apartment, and I sigh in relief. It chose option three, sensing I wasn’t joking. I guess the demon was smarter than I thought. It’s hard to tell what a lower level demon’s capabilities are, and I’m really glad one of them wasn’t speech. I still have nightmares from the last demonic animal that could speak. My creep-o-meter almost blew up.

I watch the sky lighten as dawn approaches. My eyes are heavy from my short nap and the demonic stare down.

“Finally,” I say out loud to myself as warm sunlight pours into my room. Even though it’s been three years since I was introduced to the Veiled Realm, the world of demons, I’m still adjusting to the side effects it has on my life.

Being an ordinary human, instead of a kickass demon hunter like Alana, has left me trapped in Purgatory. I can never live like a normal human, and I can never live safely in the Veiled Realm. It’s too dangerous, too foreign. The Veiled Realm is the ridiculous side of life no average human would ever believe in. The exceptions are people like me—those who have become involved with the dark side by accident.

Loud banging outside my door interrupts my thoughts. I step into the narrow hallway of our tiny apartment, maneuvering around stacked boxes that will never be unpacked. Not if we have to move every couple of months. This is the third time we’ve moved this year, and it’s not even halfway over. It’s the only way to avoid demons. If we’re not on the run, they’ll come after us until I’m either dead or tainted by evil. Or worse—they could leave me without a soul.

Alana perches on the kitchen counter, sifting through the top shelf of the junk cabinet. Her shoulder length blond hair hangs in a ponytail, the front half clinging against her cheeks. She swivels sideways and glances over her shoulder.

“Fantastic morning, isn’t it?” she asks. “Another peaceful, uneventful night.” Alana’s fuchsia pajamas look as fresh and unwrinkled as they did last night, and I don’t know why she bothers wearing them. The woman doesn’t sleep at night, only in the morning, and even then she has insomnia most of the time.

“For you, maybe. I spent a good thirty minutes convincing a demon that you’d kill it if it didn’t stop staring at me through the window.” I wince, expecting Alana to start screaming.

She turns on the balls of her feet and jumps from the counter. She looks me up and down, checking for signs of injury.

“You know better than that, Cami,” she says. “If you would’ve told me, I could’ve killed it. This is bad. It might go after an innocent person or come back here.”

“It was only a lower level demon. Not something the average person couldn’t fight off,” I say, despite my better judgment.

“That kind of thinking will get you killed. I’ve spent too long keeping you safe to let that happen. You have to tell me these things.”

“Fine, whatever,” I say. Alana is persuasive when it comes to doing the right thing to protect myself from demons. The promise of injury, death, and the loss of my soul always seems to do the job. It’s still effective, even though I’m now seventeen and no longer the naïve fourteen year old girl she rescued.

I watch Alana pull an empty water jug out of the refrigerator and shake it. Small droplets of water pelt the sides, creating a soft drumming sound. She tosses it into the trash before looking up at me.

She sighs. “Where’s the rest of the holy water?”

“I drank it,” I say.

“What? Oh, never mind. Go get dressed. We have to get more supplies.”



The California afternoon sun beats down, warming my skin. I use my hand to shade my eyes, not caring about the possibility of getting sunburned. Alana once told me demons are repelled by sunburns because they can feel the sun’s rays emitting from your skin. I’m just not brave enough to test the theory.

“You’re quiet.” Alana shifts on her feet as we wait for the bus to arrive. It’s a nervous habit of hers. She can never be still for longer than a minute.

“I know. I’m just thinking.”

“Thinking’s good. What about?”

“You’ll just get upset.”

“Try me.”

“I’m thinking about the Veiled Realm. How much I still don’t understand,” I say. “If you would tell me the truth, we wouldn’t have to keep having this same stupid conversation.”

“You know I can’t.” Alana sighs, staring at me from under her light blond lashes. “It would make you a target to more than demons. I want us to live normal lives—at least as normal as we can.”

“Hold on. More than demons?”

“Crap. Forget I said anything. Now.”

I narrow my eyes. Alana can’t back out of this. It’s not often that she slips up and says too much. My curiosity is overwhelming. I have to know what other creatures are out there. How will I ever protect myself if I don’t know what to look for? There could be brain-eating zombies for all I know. I don’t know how to kill something that is already dead.

“No. Tell me. The boogeyman doesn’t scare me.”

“He should,” Alana mutters.

My mouth falls open.

“I was being sarcastic. There’s no such thing as the boogeyman…I think.”

I blink, smoothing the frown off my face. I shouldn’t be surprised. If there are demons, why wouldn’t there be other beings like witches and warlocks, even fairies? It’s comforting to think the Veiled Realm isn’t inhabited only by evil.

The scent of fuel and dirt drifts through the air, trapped in a breeze. The bus rumbles as it pulls to the curb; the brakes squeak when it comes to a stop. Alana drops coins into the dispenser, and I stomp on behind her. She strategically sits by the middle door, and I claim the seat across the aisle from her. I’m not getting trapped by the window if something happens.

I gaze at a boy close to my age, boredom masking his face. His complexion is smooth with no signs of acne. His deep set, chocolate brown eyes stare at the ceiling.

I imagine he’s one of the creatures Alana refuses to admit is real. I picture wings sprouting from his back, swooping out like an eagle’s, wrapping me in feathery softness. I can almost feel the light breeze from his imaginary wings ruffling my hair.

The boy arches an eyebrow. My cheeks flush, and I roll my eyes, brushing off my embarrassment. He presses his lips together and turns away.

“Not worth it. Some people can sense when something isn’t right. And you, Cami, dance with the dark side,” Alana says.

“Not by choice,” I say.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“It should. It’s not my fault demons actively seek us out.”

“Or is it…”

“Shut up!”

I shift in my seat and stare at the blurry world flying by. If Alana would buy a car, we wouldn’t be stuck on this stinky bus for over an hour. Where she would find the money, I have no idea.

Alana taps my shoulder; our stop is next. I stand up and grip the back of the seat, jerking when the bus comes to a halt. I shuffle off after her and notice the boy exits the front of the bus.

Alana strides forward, forcing me to keep a fast pace. Her boots are soundless compared to the constant thud-thud-thud of mine. She moves as gracefully as a ballet dancer, her back straight and her bare shoulders showing off her athletic muscles.

A breeze gusts from behind, and I stumble. I jerk my neck to look behind me. The boy from the bus lurks ten feet away. At close range, I notice every aspect of him. He’s tall and built like a swimmer. His muscles are firm, well-defined, but not overbearing. They’re subtle against his slim figure. His chocolate brown eyes shine with mischief and his lips narrow in a cocky grin. His thick black hair lies in loose waves, framing his face, curling around his smooth jawline. A golden halo surrounds him in beautiful, shimmering light. I rub my eyes, clearing away the haze of the sun.

“Cami, get behind me.”

I step back. My eyes never waver from the boy. Alana’s low voice creates a storm of fluttering moths in my stomach. I haven’t seen her act like this during the day since our first day together. I peer over her shoulder, flattening my body against hers.

The boy crosses his arms over his chest and frowns. His boyish face creases in irritation. He curls his lips in an awkward smile, showing a small dimple on his cheek. His posture is relaxed, nonthreatening. He shakes his black curls out of his eyes, and I’m taken aback.

“You’re always so on edge, Alana. Lighten up a bit. I’m not here for a fight,” the boy says. His soft voice perks up with amusement. It sounds really familiar, almost like the voice from my nightmare.

“Then why are you here, Dylan? Are you trying to put my charge at risk?” Alana says.

“You know him?” I say.

Dylan shifts, crossing and uncrossing his arms before placing them on his hips. Confusion lines his eyes. I inch away from Alana and step next to her. I stiffen my shoulders and look him dead in the eyes.

“Poor, poor girl,” Dylan says, shaking his head. “You haven’t told her anything have you, Alana?”

I give Alana a sidelong glance. “No, she hasn’t.”

“For your protection!” Alana exclaims, her soft voice going shrill. “Cami, please believe me. This is for the best.”

“You can’t keep her in the dark forever. She will discover the truth about our world.” Dylan swings his eyes to me. “And when you do, I can help you…if you’re not obliterated first.”

My hands tremble. I clench them into fists, trying to quiet the rolling fear in my mind. Alana always intones that a little fear keeps you alive, too much will be your demise. At the moment, it’s going to be the death of me. The grim reaper will be knocking on my door if I don’t get myself under control.

“I’ll keep you in mind,” I say. “If you have nothing else to say to me, then leave. Nightfall is only a couple hours away and we need to get supplies.”

Dylan purses his lips in thought, shrugging his shoulders. He probably didn’t expect me to speak for Alana. I may be under her care, but she treats me like her equal most of the time.

“Well, if you don’t want to talk, at least let me escort you.” Dylan says. “It would be a shame for something to happen because I’ve kept you from your errands.”

Alana narrows her eyes. “Fine, but if you even breathe a word about the Veiled Realm, you’re going to wish you never got off the bus.”

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you look forward to reading Tainted on June 30, 2016! 

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Character Bio – Alana O’Neil

Name: Alana O’Neil

Age: Late Twenties

Description: Tall, short blond hair, steel gray eyes, muscular.

Style: Leather jacket, boots, jeans, T-shirts.

Personality Traits: Protective, loner, cautious, untrusting.

Strengths: Excels in combat, critical thinker, graceful, adaptive.

Weaknesses: Headstrong, controlling, secretive.

Alana oneil quote TaintedQuote: “She was a monster, and there was nothing I could do about it except fight to keep my own soul. I won at the expense of her life. It was the only way to salvage what was left of her soul, and it haunts me. I couldn’t save the only person I should have. Instead, her blood is on my hands.” This quote gives us a glimpse into Alana’s life. It’s the reason she’s so protective of Cami and why she chose to give up her hunting career. She wants to redeem herself for her bloody past.

Theme songs: What I’ve Done by Linkin Park

Fun fact: Alana was a dancer growing up. She adapted her dance skills to her combat skills when she became a hunter. It’s never mentioned directly in the novel, but Cami always references Alana’s actions and movements to dancers.

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this more in depth look at Alana O’Neil!

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Eternal Sisters: A Super Short Blog Story

The first unpublished novel I had ever written was a vampire novel. It’ll never, ever see the light of day. While I loved my novel, I cringe trying to read it now. No amount of rewriting could save it. It was THAT bad. But, after writing the novel, I still loved writing vampires and couldn’t get this scene out of my mind. This short story, titled Eternal Sisters, is from 2005. It’s been edited only by me, so please excuse any typos.


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“Melody?” My sister’s familiar voice echoes through my room.

I close my eyes and cover my ears, lightly humming to myself to push the familiar voice away. After four months, I thought the hallucinations would stop. My doctor says the voices are stress induced and that over time, they will fade. The problem is that they haven’t. It is no longer just her voice that haunts me.

Slowly uncovering my ears, I peek through my eyelashes to see if I’m still imagining things. I search my room and spot my sister perching on my window seat. Her short, cinnamon brown hair curls around her chin and her blue eyes appear a shade lighter than I remember. She grins a toothy smile at me and pats the spot next to her.

“Come on, Melody. You can’t ignore me forever.”

I keep my back facing her and take slow breaths. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” I chant the words like a mantra, like they’ll somehow bring me back to reality.

A peel of laughter screeches from behind me, and the hairs on my arms rise as fear creeps into my heart. If River were really here, I wouldn’t be so afraid of her. My heart wouldn’t threaten to crash through my ribcage, and I’d be so relieved. But she’s not here. This is a living nightmare created by my own mind.

I turn my head and gaze over my shoulder. I freeze as River’s icy stare catches mine, and I find myself unable to look away.

“You are not real,” I say more to myself. I already think I’m crazy. Talking to a hallucination of my sister isn’t helping me hold onto my sanity.

She twitches her index finger. “Don’t be stupid. If I’m not real, how am I here?” She giggles and throws a pillow at me.

Yup. I’m definitely going crazy. There is no way I could’ve possibly felt that pillow. A shudder rushes over me, and I kick the frilly pillow away like it’ll explode any second.

I cover my eyes. “You can’t be real. You’re dead!” I shout and start to hum to myself.

“If you would stop ignoring me, I can explain.” Her voice booms into my ear.

“I was at your funeral. You were buried.” Tears burst from my eyes as I remember the worst moment in my life. It was even more devastating than finding out River had died. I rest my face in the palms of my hands.

“Sorry about that. It had to be done. Trust me. If I could’ve just disappeared, I’d have avoided that annoying inconvenience,” my sister says. She brushes her cool fingers along my arm.

I gasp and pull myself away from her icy touch. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m not dead.”

“But you are dead.”

She laughs, reminding me of all the times we’d laughed together. I wish she wouldn’t now. I can’t stand it. “Okay. I’m a little dead.”

“What does that even mean? You’re a little dead?” I shouldn’t be talking to her. If I keep talking to her, she might never go away.

“Well, I was dead, and now I’m undead.” She giggles.

“That isn’t possible,” I say, covering my ears to help me ignore her.

River pulls my hands away from my ears and yanks me to my feet by my wrists. She lifts me six inches off the floor, and I squirm as her sharp nails dig into my skin. I hold my breath and pray that she’ll stop, and these hallucinations will go away.

But they don’t.

Her smile fades after a moment. “Melody, I want you to come with me.”

“No. Leave me alone.” I kick my legs, trying to touch the carpet below me.

“I can’t. You’re my sister.” The somber tone of my sister’s voice causes me to freeze.

She releases my wrist, and I fall to the floor. I scramble to leave my room, but River appears in front of me. She holds up her hands, palms flat, and pushes me back an inch.

She grips the front of my shirt in her hands. “Don’t make it hard on yourself. Everything will be okay. I promise. Imagine the eternity we’ll get to share.”

My sister lunges at me, and a small scream escapes my lips before she cuts it off with her hand. A flash of her perfect, pointy canines startles me, and my skin burns as she rips open the flesh on my neck.

She pulls away, stopping the burning with her cold fingers.

The reality of the situation is hard to swallow. I preferred thinking I was hallucinating. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that River stands in front of me, alive—well, sort of alive—and that she just bit me.


Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this Super Short Blog Story!




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Altered to Kill Character Bio: Evie Thompson


Name: Evie Thompson

Age: 17

Physical features: Dark hair cut into a bob, golden skin, hazel eyes, slim/athletic.

Style: Casual wear, jeans, T-shirts, boots, scrubs within the HPA training facility.

Favorite Activities: Shopping, studying, learning about the creature world.

Fears: Making bad decisions, uncertainty, death, fighting against someone she knows.

Strengths: She’s fast and quick thinking, intelligent, careful, a critical thinker.

Weaknesses: Wishy-washy, anxious, regretful, a follower.

Quotes: “I’m just scared. You know, this whole thing wasn’t what I signed up for. The board told me I’d be safe, that I wouldn’t have to worry anymore because I’d be powerful and able to fight. They lied. I’m more scared than ever.” This is one of my favorite Evie lines because it’s one that rings true to her situation. Her realization speaks volumes to the evolution of her character from what role she played in the Destined for Dreams series.

Fun facts:

  • Evie’s name is four letters like Nate, Mira, and Liam. Like Nate, she goes by a nickname instead of her real name, Evangeline.
  • Evie has more secrets and tells more lies than anyone in the series.
  • Evie both loves and hates Nate’s impulsivity.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this in-depth look into Evie!

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Announcing Stolen from Me: A Finding Nate Novel Book Two

I’m happy to finally reveal the cover and blurb for the second Finding Nate book, Stolen from Me! The novel takes place a few weeks after Altered to Kill and follows Nate and Mira as they restart their lives in Ocean View while their past comes back to haunt them, threatening to steal the few good things they have left.

I hope you enjoy the next novel in the Finding Nate series, which will be available in the spring of 2016!

And now for the cover and blurb…



Stolen from me eBook small


After the Human Preservation Agency stole seventeen-year-old Mira Everson’s future, she learns that a second chance at living isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Struggling to find a place in a world she no longer belongs to, she must fight for her future as her past comes back to haunt her, and the HPA threatens to steal everything from her all over again.

 Nate Burnham faces a world of uncertainty as his new life revolves around murder and secrecy in order to stay alive. Now bound to Mira’s soul after giving her a fresh start, Nate realizes his actions have consequences. He finds himself running from the HPA while also facing new enemies who threaten his life.

 In a world where Nate and Mira don’t know who to trust, they must rely on themselves to make it out alive. Can they outrun their pasts and take control of their futures, or will they lose everything they’ve fought for?




Isn’t the gorgeous? If you haven’t read Altered to Kill, you can pick up your copy on Amazon today!




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