It’s the midweek and time for another excerpt for all you lovely readers. This time, it’s coming straight from my new novel Secrets of the Tenari, a YA paranormal/fantasy that can be found ‘here.’ on Amazon. This release is the first in The Tenari Trilogy; enjoy the prologue :):
~ The worst thing about being me was the whispering. It didn’t matter where I was, or what I was doing, I could constantly feel their eyes on me. Their sympathetic glances and bent heads as they spoke together in low voices. I was after all the girl whose parents had died in that tragic accident. ‘How fortunate that she hadn’t taken the trip with them’ they said to each other. ‘She’s back to school way too soon, is she really alright’, they quietly asked whoever would listen.
I suffered it all. Trying my best to appear as saddened by the affair as I possibly could while in public. I said all the right things to concerned friends and neighbors and stared at ripe fruit in the grocery store just long enough for any onlooker to believe I must be remembering how mother dearest shopped and picked her produce. Then, in the confines of my room where no one could see me, I showed my true feelings. Gave into my ‘grief’ and laughed.
They were gone! It couldn’t have worked out more perfectly had I planned it. They’d been sitting ducks in that little four-seater airplane, at the mercy of a suicidal pilot who’d no doubt sworn he was okay to fly. Their bodies, lost at sea, were testament to another reality.
Thinking about Roger and Laurel Cole and their demise gave me such joy, that I was lost in the new possibilities more often than not. That evil duo had taken me from my parents when I was a newborn and kept me as theirs ever since. I could have been Emma Walton or Emma Brady or any other Emma but Cole. Instead, they’d taken me and made me believe I was their flesh and blood.
They’d kept this up until I was fourteen. Until what I liked to refer to as the year of change. That was three years ago. ~