New Adult Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 9/5/2013
Five strangers scattered across America have three things in common with each other.
One: They each have special abilities that shouldn’t be possible.
Two: They’ve all just had people try to kill them.
Three: They’ve all just been kidnapped and taken away from their home, families and friends.
Their lives will never be the same as they’re taken to a government facility and told that their abilities mean that they must train to become soldiers and fight. But are they being told the truth? Or is something more sinister going on? They must learn to trust each other and decide if they should stay on this path or run away from it. Either way there is no going back.
Born and raised in South Australia, Jessica spends her days working in a bakery, afternoons catching up on lost sleep, and nights reading and writing. Writing has always been a passion of hers, however it wasn’t until Zoe appeared into her head and wouldn’t leave that she finally was able to put a story down and finish it. After writing three books, she is wondering if she should start charging Zoe and her friends rent.
Excerpt:
“How can you know that?”
“I just do. You will, too, if you dream of the
future. You’ll see us on a beach, drinking something with a little umbrella in
it.”
“I doubt that.”
“Prove me wrong and dream of our actual future
then.”
I sigh. “I can’t control it like that.”
“Then we’ll just have to go with my vision.”
I roll my eyes at him. He moves to sit up
properly and I feel the quilt move with him.
“Hey, didn’t I win a bet that meant I controlled
this quilt for a whole night?”
“Yes, and you graciously allowed me to have some
last night, thank you for that.”
“Actually, I was unconscious for most of the
night, so I don’t think that should count.”
“You should have read the fine print. Last night
was the only night included in the bet.”
I lean forward, resting on my knees and look at
his jaw in the light. There is a bruise forming and it looks quite dark and
sore.
“Does it hurt?” I reach out to touch the spot,
but stop myself before I can reach it. I’ve never hit a person before and I
hate that Charlie wears a bruise from the impact.
“It’s fine.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday, it
was a complete fluke.”
“I know. Next time I won’t make it so easy for
you to get me.” He smiles at me.
“I caught you off guard which is the reason I was
able to hit you,” I reason.
“I made you think that. In reality, I saw your
punch coming and felt bad for you.” He winks at me and I know he’s trying to
stir me up.
“Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to give you a
matching bruise on the other side of your chin tomorrow.” I smile back
at him cockily.
“You mean, if I allow you the chance to get near
enough to me to do it.” He smirks at me.
“Tough talk for someone who has now lost to two
women so far. Maybe Martha can beat you next time?”
Instead of replying to that like I expect, he
reaches out with both hands and grabs my shoulders. Moments later, I’m flat on
my back and he is looming over me.
“Think you can beat me now?”
“Depends.” I can’t stop smiling and I know I
should probably feel awkward, having our bodies so close, however after
everything that has happened between us, I feel safe around him.
“Depends on what?” He, too, smiles and my heart
rate increases just seeing it.
“On whether you’re ticklish.”
Since his hands are still on my shoulders, his
sides are completely open to attack, so I reach out and take my advantage. I
don’t expect the reaction I get.
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