The Shadow is FREE Today Only!

The Shadow is FREE for Cyber Monday. Get it while you can because the deal only last for today only!

 

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The Shadow on Amazon

~A

Saturday Snippets-How I Edit

I tend to work on my book throughout the week, but for some reason Saturday is usually a day that I get a good bit done. Considering that I’m finished with Book 3 (Heck Yeah!) I am heavily into edits. So, that is occupying a lot of my time.

In my house, I’m the early riser. I think it’s just a personality trait. I can’t sleep late. I actually hate sleeping too late. It makes me feel off for the entire day. Also, the quiet of the early morning hours are always the best times to work.

So, what did I work on this morning? Or rather, how do I work on edits for my book? I don’t do grammatical edits. Sure, if I see them I correct them, but what I do is check for consistency and make sure I didn’t write something out of left field that is out of character for the book and its residents. 🙂

I can’t do it all in one sitting and my memory is terrible so in order to keep up with where I left off, I highlight as I go. Example:

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There are other steps to this process. For the most part, I lock myself away from everyone so I can concentrate. Sometimes, I don’t listen to anything and read the story out lout, but then other times I want some sort of noise in the background so I listen to music. It could be instrumental or lyrical. There are so many artists that I listen too so it would hard to make a list!

I’ve found that Spotify is a great way to make playlists though. I have songs I listen to while I write or songs that get me into certain moods.

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Louisa Wendorff is fantastic. You should listen to her!

I LOVE Spotify! I use iTunes for T-Swift though. I’ve always been a fan. I think she’s a poet who puts her magical prose to a beat. 🙂 I am loving this 1989 album. Y’all check out the song “Clean.” It’s amazing!

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I usually put my earbuds in, too. Even if I’m alone. It just seems to help me focus.

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Don’t mind my bed head!

So there you have it! This is my editing process. Is it the right way? Who knows. It’s just what works for me.

Happy Saturday!

~A

YA Paranormal Author, Lexi Witcher, Gets a little Twisted

Lexi Witcher is a published author of young adult contemporary paranormal romances. She’s always enjoyed stories about falling in love for the first time and watching programs geared toward teens like Pretty Little Liars, The Lying Game, Jane By Design, and Switched at Birth.

 

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Give us 6 details of your new book:

1. New book Title: Twisted Sixteen
2. It’s a continuation in the Dodie Jenks series.
3. Main character is Dodie Jenks. I’m writing in her POV because it is her story. I tried switching and writing it in the hero’s POV but it didn’t work because it wasn’t his story.
4. Leopold  is the hero and very pivotal to the outcome of the series.
5. There’s supernatural elements, suspense and romance.
6. It will be available thru Amazon.
Lexi is giving away a copy of Twisted Sixteen! You can enter for you chance to win by clicking the link below:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/5c01ba826/

 

Author Questions

When did you realize you wanted to be an author?

I was 12 when a friend shared the secret that her dad was writing a book. That sparked something in my head and I tried to write. It wasn’t until a year later when I read my first YA romance that I actually tried to write my own story. The rest is history.

In what genre do you write?

Young Adult. I have a YA Paranormal series and I’ve just began working on a straight YA with romantic elements.

Is there a genre you haven’t written in, but want to?

I might like to try my hand at New Adult or maybe a suspense.

What is your writing process? Such as, outlining, freehand, computer vs paper and pen?

I fly by the seat of my pants because in the initial phase I get ideas and they gel on the computer screen for me. Even when I get stuck I find if I sit down to write something will come to me and I’ll get over the hurdle. I do try to use GMC and have an idea what these three components are for my characters. Do I stick to that? Sometimes, but other times as the story progresses it changes for the characters for the better. Essentially I allow my characters the freedom to write their own story and use me as their medium.

How much research, if any, did you have to put into your novel(s)?

Since I do YA Paranormal I’ve had to spend time researching witchcraft, symbols and their meanings, natural elements, auras, supernatural experiences. I’ve watched programs, read a few books, but mainly searched for aspects on the internet.

Do you listen to music while you write or edit? If so, who do you listen to?

Yes. Yes. Yes. I listen to music when I write and edit. I have made my own mix of music for the series I’m writing.

When you’re not being an amazing author and writing away, what do you for fun?

I spend time with other authors, go to author/reader events, read for pleasure, watch period pieces or YA focused movies. I also love to travel whenever I can.

Who created your amazing cover art?

Christy Carlyle with Gilded Heart Design is my cover artist. She has designed two fabulous covers for my series and I can’t wait to put in the order for my third book which will be available sometime in 2015.

Give us a brief description of your WIP (work in progress) or your newest novel.

Twisted Sixteen is my upcoming release which will be available October 2014. It is the continuing story of Dodie Jenks and the fight to save her from the 300 year old curse that was placed on her family in the late 1700s. As the first born daughter of her generation, Dodie was supposed to have died on her sixteenth birthday, but a warlock named Leopold found a way to save her. The only problem is there is more than the curse out to get her. Will Leopold find a way to keep Dodie alive or will the dark shadows claim her?

 

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Reader Questions

What author would you geek out over if you met them in real life?

Sara Shepard or Alison Noël

Do you stick to one genre or do you like to read around?

I read across many genres.

Are you a book-in-your-hands reader, e-booker, or both?

I do both print and ebooks. Both formats have their merits.

Random Questions

Favorite TV show?

Pretty Little Liars

What’s your favorite candy/dessert?

Birthday cake. I love it.

What band or musician can you listen to over and over again? You can list more than one.

Katy Perry, Jason Derulo, One Republic

What’s your hidden talent?

Creativity, especially when I’m writing YA. The story ideas just come to me.

What is your dream vacation?

Anywhere with a beach. I’d love to go to a private beach resort and be pampered for a month while I write. Now that would be a dream vacation.

Contact Information:

Author Name: Lexi Witcher

Blog: lexiwitcher.wordpress.com

Twitter: @Lexi_Witcher

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/LexiWitcher

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/LexiWitcher

Book Links:

Bittersweet Sixteen http://amzn.com/B00IFVYCMS

Author Janae Mitchell brings Southern Charm to the YA Paranormal World

I found my best friend at the Tennessee Valley Author Event in Knoxville. From the moment I walked over to her wonderfully decorated table I knew this tall, beautiful girl, with a purple streak in her hair, was going to be my BFF for the rest of the day. You know what, she was. We had breakfast together and traded books at the end of the event.

Janae and I at the TNVAE in Knoxville, TN.

Janae and I at the TNVAE in Knoxville, TN.

The friendship soon spilled over into Facebook, Twitter and other social media sites. It didn’t take me long to figure out I was a good judge of character and I had chosen my best friend wisely. For example, she’s a huge Harry Potter fan, she was obviously a fan of purple (hence the highlight in her hair) and loved YA Paranormal. To me, that solidified the friendship and I knew that I wanted Janae Mitchell on my blog. 

 

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Janae Mitchell

Janae has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. Her genre of choice was poetry and short stories—until now. After falling in love with so many books over the past decade, she decided that she wanted to write a novel of her own and bring life to the characters that haunt her mind. It wasn’t until 2012 that she pursued that passion and started on her first YA novel. 115,000 words later, For Always was born.

Having grown up in an historical Dandridge home that was used as slave quarters during the Civil War, she experienced several things that couldn’t be explained. Due to these events, she sought out and joined an investigative team called Eyewitness Paranormal. Her interest in ghosts and the unexplained, combined with her love for telling a story, made writing the For Always series inevitable.

Janae was born and raised in East Tennessee, where she currently resides with her husband, two children, and their hairless dog, Slick. In her spare time, she likes to read, play tennis, and spend time with her family on the lake.

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For Always

Author Questions

When did you realize you wanted to be an author?
Well, I used to write short stories as a kid just for fun. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I actually took that desire to tell a story and ran with it, which led me to my first book series, For Always.

In what genre do you write?
Young Adult, mainly of the paranormal variety. I’ve got a bit of a fascination with ghosts.

Is there a genre you haven’t written in, but want to?
I’ve been asked to write fantasy, which might be cool.

What is your writing process? Such as, outlining, freehand, computer vs paper and pen?
Since I don’t even like writing a grocery list out, I only freehand important notes that I don’t want to forget. I don’t outline, either, but keep telling myself that I need to. I tend to play out scenes in my head while doing random things and then sit down and write them out later… while listening to SiriusXM; I can’t write in silence.

Who are you writing inspirations, famous or not?
Hmm… that’s a tough one. I tend to pull stories and characters from thin air. Sometimes I’ll let my characters have certain characteristics of those around me, even myself on occasion, or I’ll incorporate some random memory into the story. But for the most part, music is my inspiration. Certain songs set the mood and help build the characters and storyline in my head.

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How much research, if any, did you have to put into your novel(s)?
The For Always series involves a character (Beau Brogan) who lived in the late 1800’s early 1900’s, as well as some Latin, all of which I know nothing about. So, for that story, I had to do a bit of research to make sure I was getting it right and not letting Beau eat popcorn before it was invented or saying phrases that weren’t relevant to his time.

Do you listen to music while you write or edit? If so, who do you listen to?
Most definitely. As I mentioned before, music is a big inspiration and I’m listening to it right at this very moment, actually—my all-time fav, Prince. When I’m forming stories in my head, I usually listen to my iPod. Crossfade is a band that’s usually on my most-played list. Certain songs inspire certain scenes and I’ll focus on those when I need to. I’ve even mentioned a few those songs in my books that they helped to inspire.

When you’re not being an amazing author and writing away, what do you for fun?
When it’s not too hot and humid in this southern heat, I love to play tennis. And when it is too hot and humid for that, we’re on the lake. I also love to read, of course, which is my winter sport.

What has been the most exciting experience for you since starting your writing career?
Oh, my… there seems to be so many. I’m trying to think of when I actually busted out in my happy dance. I guess when I signed my first publishing contract, which is always a big deal. I also get extremely excited when people like my books; the fact that there are people who call themselves my fans and say they fangirl over me is amazing. (But I can’t bring myself to call them that… to me, they’ll always be my readers.)

Who created your amazing cover art?
Eden Crane Designs

Is there an artist, book blogger, editor or anyone else that you want to give a shout out to?
There are SO many bloggers I could mention that I hate mentioning just one. Bloggers and reviewers are the ones who put our books out there in the public eye, and usually without getting anything in return. I love bloggers!

Give us a brief description of your WIP (work in progress) or your newest novel.
The final installment in the For Always series, “For Eternity”, is my next book that’s coming out, but I don’t have a release date yet. Until then, I’m working on a bit of a spin-off novel from that series, which will incorporate a character that isn’t mentioned until the epilogue of the last book… and that’s all I can say about that. *insert evil grin here*

For Eternity

For Eternity

Reader Questions

What author would you geek out over if you met them in real life?
Oh, mylanta… just letting all the possibilities dance through my mind made me shiver. I’d have to say, without a doubt, that I’d completely geek out over J.K. Rowling. I might even drool just a bit. It would be embarrassing.

Hands down, what is your favorite book of all time and why?
Harry Potter—all of them. The way the story unfolds from beginning to end is absolutely genius, in my opinion. I’m so glad to be a part of the HP generation.

What book would you like to see in film or do you believe that books should be left alone?
Books are always better, however, I really enjoy watching film adaptations of them… unless they royally screw them up and they’re nothing like the book—then I just get pissy. I’d love to see Jennifer Armentrout’s Lux series be made into a movie, which if I’m not mistaken, is in the works.

As a reader, what about a book turns you away?
If the book doesn’t play out like a movie in my mind or just doesn’t make sense, I can’t do it. I also don’t like over-writing, which sometimes inhibits the flow instead of adding to it. Being a southerner, I also don’t like bad southern dialect from authors who obviously aren’t southern.

If you find you can’t get into a book, do you put it down or be a trooper and finish it?
I’m not a trooper lol. I’d have to be bored to the point of doing something stupid and dangerous to finish a book I didn’t like—reading a bad book is better than going to jail.

Do you stick to one genre or do you like to read around?
I’m partial to YA paranormal, but tend to like all paranormal, as well as contemporary.

Are you a book-in-your-hands reader, e-booker, or both?
Both. If the e-book is awesome, I want the hardback.

Random Questions

Favorite movie?
Of course I love the Twilight and Harry Potter movies, but if we don’t count those, I’d have to say it’s a tie between Labrinth and The Goonies.

Favorite TV show?
Ghost Hunters & Ghost Adventures

If you could eat one dish for the rest of your life, what would it be?
A Blondie from Applebees

What’s your favorite candy/dessert?
I’m not big on candy. (For dessert, see above answer.)

What band or musician can you listen to over and over again? You can list more than one.
Crossfade, SafetySuit, Hinder, and Prince.

What’s your hidden talent?
If I expose it, it will no longer be hidden.

What is your dream vacation?
Spending a week with fellow author/adventurer Josh Gates (with my family in tow, of course) exploring some of his favorite locations.

Contact Information:

Author Name: Janae Mitchell

Blog: www.JanaeisWriting.blogspot.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/JanaeMitchellAuthor

Twitter: www.twitter.com/Janaeiswriting

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/JanaeMitchell

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/Janaeiswriting

Book Links: http://www.amazon.com/Janae-Mitchell/e/B00GSG0XES/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

 

 

Gadsden Public Library

I had decided to go to the Local Author Event in Gadsden, Alabama on Saturday May 19th. I didn’t know how it was going to turn out since it was raining, and it looked horrid outside.The sun was not shinning and the clouds were dark and grey. I was thinking that now one was going to want to get out of bed and drive in that weather.

I figured that I would sell only a couple books, but by eleven o’clock I had sold more than I thought I was going to sell the whole day. I had so many people interested in my book. Explaining the book to them, making them want to read the book and buy it made me so happy.

Me getting geared up!

Me getting geared up!

During the day I had seen some of my old friends that I have not seen in years. There was a wonderful author and an amazing women who I had shared a table with name Taomi Ray. I was so lucky to have met her. She was definitely someone I could connect and Share my experiences with as well as she sharing hers.

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Later that day I had gotten to do an interview on a radio station. That was a really good experience. Talking about my book on air was really fun and I hope to do it again. While I had stepped away for the interview my wonderful assistant Katja had sat in my place. I was told she did an excellent job and I definitely believe it.

 

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By the end of the day, the sun was shining and I had a great outcome. I met so many awesome people, and authors. Everyone was so friendly and it was such a great experience. I can’t wait till next year when I get to do it again, and if you are a local author you should come out and participate. It is a wonderful opportunity not just to get your book out there and sell it, but to meet new people and friends. I am so glad I went to the Gadsden Public Library.

 

Me and Katja!

Me and Katja!

Alabama Book Festival Here I Come!

I can’t tell you how excited I am to be going to the Alabama Book Festival in Montgomery on Saturday, April 19th. As a kid I would daydream about being an author. I would sit in Math class (Sorry, Mrs. T!) and writer stories instead of paying attention. Side note: This is a practice I do not recommend! You’ll struggle with math for the rest of your life!

It never occurred to me that my daydream would become reality! Being invited anywhere to share my experience and what I know is exciting. If you want to join us book nerds then go here to find out some more information.

http://alabamabookfestival.org/welcome.html

I’ll be speaking at the Moulton House from 10:00 am to 10:30 am. After that I’ll be at the book signing area. My books will be available through Capital Book & News Company. Here is a list of the author schedule:

http://alabamabookfestival.org/author-schedule.html

I hope you do get to come and have lots of fun!

God bless!

~A

First UK Review for The Forsaken

I can’t help but keep up with review of my novels. It’s jut how us Indie Authors track how our sales are going because remember, we have to do it all. 🙂 So, needless to say, when we get a good review we are morally obligated to blast it out everywhere we can!

The Forsaken has been online since February 28th, nearly a month ago, and finally I got my first UK review. UK readers have been very enjoyable to “work” with. I’m an American girl, but it seems that the UK ebook readers have embraced my novels with warm and open arms. For that I am deeply touched.

Here is the first of what I hope is many reviews from the UK readers!

UK Review for The Forsaken

UK Review for The Forsaken

I actually giggled when I read that M.B. was hopeful for a film. Hey, I’m all in for that! At this point I have no idea who, in the current acting pool, I’d want my dream cast to be. When I wrote the book I didn’t picture anyone famous in my mind for the characters. There are visuals of who each one is and what they look like, but it’s of my own creation. Yet, if Liam Hemsworth wanted to play Liam Cole then who am I to say no?!?

God bless,

~A

The Forsaken is now Live on Kindle!

With all of these teasers I am happy to announce that The Forsaken is now live on Kindle!

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Also, don’t forget to stop by My Book Addiction’s Facebook page today at 4:00 pm EST. I’ll be taking over her page for an hour. With just a limited time there is no telling what I might do…or giveaway!!!

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Have a GREAT day of reading, writing or whatever you’re into!

God bless!

~A

Chapter 3 of The Forsaken! (Last Teaser)

Word of caution: All of my posts today on my social media sites are under the influence of fever and Nyquil. If for any reason you wonder why something sounds as if I’m out of my mind…that is why! 🙂

So, this is going to be the last teaser chapter for The Forsaken! That’s because it will be ready for purchase tomorrow!!! Yay!

Chapter 3 

Jayce

 I wasn’t sure what she had done to me. Sure, she broke my heart, but that wasn’t it. It was that kiss. I enjoyed it, way more than I should have. I knew that she was only using me. I deserved it. I had used plenty of girls in the past. But this girl had done a number on my heart and it wasn’t easy to get over.

Not only couldn’t I get her out my head, it was like I couldn’t get her out of my…senses. I felt her everywhere I went. She was in my blood. I could feel her swimming around my brain. When I was asleep, talking, eating, or whatever else I was doing, I felt her deep in my soul.

At first I thought maybe this was what love felt like, you know? I had heard about people not being able to eat or sleep because they were so consumed by the thought of someone else. That was what it felt like at first, but then things started to change.

The first night that I knew something really crazy weird was going on was when I had this wild dream about her. I could see her at The Landing. She looked as beautiful as ever in the moonlight. I watched as she took a step onto a dock and then turned to look at me. She waved me on so I followed.

For a minute, I thought this dream was real, it felt that way. It felt completely normal to just follow her on to that dock, but when I did she was gone. I looked everywhere for her. There was some feeling; some sinking feeling that she had fallen off. It’s silly to think of this now, but I wondered in that moment if she could swim.

Without really thinking about what I was doing I jumped into the lake. I called out for her and then dove under the water, searching for her. It was dark, too dark for me to see anything so I felt around for her. After a few attempts I felt her. She was under the water. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the surface.

After what seemed like forever I got her on the dock. Her dark hair was covering her face so I hurriedly shoved it to the side and then started giving her mouth-to-mouth.

“Come on Rayna!” I screamed at her as I pushed down on her chest. “Breathe, please, breathe!”

Then she did. Rayna began to cough up water so I rolled her onto her side. The water didn’t stop. I watched as water and more water came pouring out of her mouth. She was retching, unable to breathe. I watched in sheer terror as the water rushed forth, choking her.

Then, there wasn’t water coming out anymore; it was an inky blackness. Some dark shiny liquid crashed out of her mouth, running down the front her shirt. Slowly that same liquid began seeping from her nose and the corner of her eyes. She was drowning in it. I didn’t know what else to do, but shake her. Maybe I thought I could shake that filth out of her, but it was no use.

Without warning, something grabbed me from behind and threw me along the dock. I nearly fell into the lake, but managed to stay on the wooden pier. My head suddenly felt heavy and my legs where shaky. Before I could stand up an intense pressure pinned me down. I was being choked, but it wasn’t by the same substance that was encircling Rayna. It was a smell; a sickly sweet smell, like really sweet chocolate.

It was someone. Someone was holding me down on the pier, but I couldn’t make out who it was. The only thing I could see was smoke, thick black smoke. It would enclose me in the darkness, seeping into my pores and burning me up from the inside. My entire body would feel like it was on fire, but at the same time I would feel so cold.

Just when I thought that the pain would kill me I would wake up. For months I was plagued by this dream. I would wake up screaming and thrashing my arms out in front me; ready to fight whoever I needed to. My parents were really starting to worry about me. My mom even sent me to a shrink. The doc gave me a prescription for anxiety, claiming I was just under a lot of stress because I was about to graduate high school.

He was wrong though. It wasn’t high school. It was something else. I don’t know why, but deep down I felt like these dreams meant something. Deep down, even though I was even trying to deny it, I felt like the person in my dream holding me down was someone made of flesh and bone. What was worse, I knew that Rayna truly was in danger and I had to help her.

Chapter 2 of The Forsaken!

Chapter 2 of The Forsaken is now up for your reading pleasure! If you want to leave a comment, please feel free to do so!

 

Chapter 2

 

Liam

I woke again thinking of her. This feeling welled up inside my heart until a slight moan of anguish passed my lips. It felt as though that sound was earsplitting, able to shatter glass, but it was only a whisper. My body was tense and rigid. I must have had that dream again.

There were two distinct dreams that I had of Rayna. One of them was on a beach in my hometown of Australia. It was sunny and the wind was crisp and cool. In the distance I would see her. She would wave to me with a smile on her face. I knew that she was beckoning me to join her as if nothing between us had changed. For a moment, in those dreams, we were happy. There was no Gift and there was no Jayce. It was only she and I.

When I had those there was a part of me that was vaguely aware that it was just a dream. However, there was a part of me that was oblivious to that very important fact. Upon waking, when reality settled in, it felt like something was ripped from my chest. My emotions were raw and vulnerable. A piece of my heart seemed to die each time.
Then there was the nightmare. Rayna and I were always inside some old structure, something made of stone. It was cold and the floor was wet with freezing water. When I looked at her she would always be crying. Her soft purple dress would be covered in blood. She would always have this purplish light on her skin. When I would look behind me I saw moonlight shining brightly through a stained-glass window.
Then we were suddenly transported to The Landing. Rayna would still be crying, but there would be this eerie smile on her face. It was as if she were still behind those soft, brown eyes, but something else or someone else was controlling her body. That would be when she would jab a long, sharp blade into my chest.
When I woke up from this nightmare I always felt sick. There was this sickly sweet smell that always filled my senses. It was no different this morning. I had to run for the window and open it up, letting in the fresh salty sea air. Inhaling deeply, I let the wind wash through me. I rested my arms on the windowsill, bowing my head as the nightmare played in my memories.
There was a sound of a bird chirping and I looked up. The sun was peaking over the horizon, bringing memories back that I wanted to stay buried. Sleep was still clinging to my senses and I could tell it would be for a while.

It actually surprised me that I was sleeping more these days. I don’t know what the change was, but I couldn’t say it was good. I think I would rather not sleep than sleep and dream of her. Then again, it was the only way I could see her face. The only way to feel close to her was to see her in times of slumber. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t healthy, but it was all I had.
I wasn’t sure what the dreams meant. I knew without a doubt that Rayna would never hurt me like that. She may have torn my heart out of my chest, figuratively, but she wasn’t capable of physically hurting me.
I knew that she thought that’s what would happen to me if I stuck around. Try as I might, she wouldn’t believe me when I told her that we could find a way to work around it. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure that she was safe just as there was nothing she would do for me. Yet, she pushed me away and how can you help someone who doesn’t want help? How can you be there for someone who doesn’t want you around?
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Rayna loved me. She had made it clear when we were together. The way she smiled at me, how she held my hand, I could feel her love the way I felt the sun upon my skin at this moment, warm and pure.
It was hard to think about that right now. Honestly, I just couldn’t afford to think of it. If I allowed myself to begin to wallow I would never stop. Rayna had taken so much out of me. It wasn’t hard for me to let her in and once I did it was hard to come back.
“Dude, close that window,” my roommate, Henry, said to me. “It’s bloody cold.”
“Sorry,” I said and shut the window.
“I was sleeping so well,” he mumbled into his pillow. “And was having the best dream. I was on an island, finished with school, touring the world in my rock band, surrounded by beautiful women.”
“You’ll get over it,” I said and tossed a pillow over at him. “You need to get up anyway. We’re going to be late for class.”
“What time is it?” he jumped up. “I thought I set my alarm.”
“It didn’t go off,” I informed him.
“Great!” Henry exclaimed and then started moving around the room like a tornado, finding something clean to wear.
I liked Henry. I had gotten to know him fairly well since starting classes at the University in Australia. He was in most of the same classes as me. He was a music major as well and could play the bass guitar like nobody’s business. We had a few jam sessions outside of class too and I was filling in as lead guitar in his band while his buddy, Abe, was recovering from a terrible car wreck.
“If we’re late again Professor Krimble is going to murder us,” he told me.
“Well we wouldn’t want that now would we?” I asked sarcastically at his overdramatic reaction.
“No, definitely not,” he answered seriously.
This made me laugh. Henry was one of those people who was perpetually nervous. He was also very scattered. There were times I wondered how he was able to function. Then when I saw him play the guitar all of that nervousness seemed to wash away. He was an entirely different person; he was very calm and smooth.
The girls loved him. His voice was smooth and I had seen him on many occasions giving out winks, which made the girls in the audience swoon. He wasn’t a vile person, but he took advantage of his charms. Henry came home with numbers and more than a few kisses. I didn’t envy him. There was only one person whose kiss I desired.
“Aren’t you going to get ready?” he asked running a very pale hand through his light red hair.
“I’ll meet you there,” I told him and lay back down.
“You know Professor Krimble isn’t going to let you forget it if you’re late again,” Henry said as he rushed around picking up things he needed. “Even if you are Dr. Jackson Cole’s son.”
“I didn’t think anyone cared about that fact,” I rolled my eyes.
“Your father donated a large sum of money to this school when you enrolled,” Henry pointed out. “Everyone cares about that.”
“Well, I don’t,” I said, hearing the irritation in my voice.
I wondered if I would ever be able to go somewhere without people knowing who I was or who my father was. It was the same story and had been my entire life. It always seemed that my father had to have his presence on everything. I couldn’t just have something for me. The only way my father would even agree to allow me to attend the arts-minded university was if he could put his stamp of approval on it and that stamp was a donation.
It actually was a shock that he agreed so quickly. A part of me wondered if it wasn’t because he knew that something had happened to me after Rayna and I broke up. He wanted to send me as far away from her as possible I suppose. It wasn’t because he was concerned for my broken heart; he just wanted me to finish college.
In a way I understood where my father was coming from. If I had a 19-year-old kid I would want him to go to college instead of following after a girl who didn’t want him. It’s just that Rayna wasn’t just any girl; she was more than that. I wanted to scream at him because he didn’t seem to understand or care about that fact. He would never understand the things that she had to go through and still goes through.
Again, I had to get that out of my head. I couldn’t be there for her if she didn’t let me. I had to just go on with life until she realized that we could be together. I just wasn’t sure how long it would take.
I took a longer shower than I really needed after Henry left. Grabbing my bag I headed out of the door into the cold January air. Pulling my leather jacket tighter around myself I walked toward Dr. Krimble’s class. I would be late, I was sure, and I knew he would threaten me, but I honestly didn’t care.
Dr. Krimble taught music history. While I enjoyed the subject matter I didn’t necessarily enjoy his teaching of it. He was dry, humorless and pompous. He abused his knowledge by treating those he taught with disdain. It was as if he expected all of us to know everything before having the chance to study and if we didn’t then we were treated like idiots.
I gratefully entered the hall, my shoes echoing all around me, escaping the cold wind. The heat greeted me but still somehow I felt chilled to the core. It could be because I knew I’d be entering the Ice King’s dimension soon.
Opening the door to the class Dr. Krimble looked up and narrowed his eyes at me. As I made my way to my seat next to Henry I tried my best to avoid eye contact with him.
“Ah, Mr. Cole,” he began. “So nice of you to join us. I hope my class didn’t interrupt your beauty rest.”
“Not at all, sir,” I said as I sat down, shrugging my bag off of my shoulder.
“Mr. Cole, you might not care to come to class on time because your father paid for your entire tuition, but there are those of us who have had to pay our own way,” he snarled at me. “Considering the fact that there are students here who have had to pay for this class and want to get their money’s worth, without being interrupted by spoiled, rich brats, it would be in your best interests to get here on time.”
And there it was, laid out there for my entire class to hear. Of course, I had brought this on myself by being late more than once. I could sit here and say it really wasn’t my fault since I had felt so sluggish lately, but that would be cowardly of me. Yet, he wasn’t as concerned with his other students as he claimed. He was just ready to jump on the chance to call me out because he viewed me just as he said. Spoiled. Rich. Brat.
He wanted me to back down. I guess he thought by insulting me the way he did I was supposed to crawl back into my shell and hide away from him. Instead, I merely smirked at him. Dr. Krimble sneered at me.
“I can see my words of truth mean nothing to you, Mr. Cole,” he walked toward the bottom of the platform he stood on. “If that is the case, then you can leave my class until you learn how to get here on time, otherwise I’ll kick you out of my class.”
“If that is the case, Dr. Krimble,” I said before realizing it. “How will you ever know if I have learned my lesson if you never let me come back?”
There were snickers from all around me. Henry snorted until he was choked on his own breath. When Dr. Krimble’s face turned an unnatural shade of red I knew I was in big trouble. He walked right up to me and looked me square in the face.
“Get…out…” he whispered, but it was worse than a yell.
I realized what I had just done and felt terrible for it. My anger and torment had provoked me to publicly insult and disrespect him. This wasn’t in my nature. I was the easy going one, the calm one. Yet, here I was, acting like a spoiled, rich brat.
“Sorry,” I said in a low voice, grabbed my stuff and left the room.
I huffed as I walked out the door and down the hall. There was no doubt that my father would hear about this and would be giving me a call. As my feet echoed across the long, empty hall I silently chided myself for playing into Dr. Krimble’s game.
Suddenly, there was a chill at my back as if a breeze had found its way in from the outside. Turning around I looked to see if…if what? If I was being honest with myself I halfway thought there was someone standing behind me. I looked from left to right, but there was nothing and no one.
I furrowed my brows, wondering why I had suddenly become so paranoid. Pulling my bag higher up on my shoulder I turned back around and continued walking. I rounded the corner and nearly screamed like a girl. There was a girl standing in front of me who actually screamed, well, you know, like a girl.
“Oh no!” she yelped, dropping her belongs on the floor.
Her instrument case had busted open and her violin had slid across the concrete floor. I watched in horror as it hit up against the other side of the hall and cracked down the middle. The girl went over to it hurriedly, as if that might reverse time and save the instrument. She kneeled down and picked the violin up in her hands.
“I am so sorry,” I said, picking up her other belongings as I spoke.
She didn’t say anything as she stood up. The girl turned and looked at me with tears in her soft brown eyes. One fell down a slightly freckled cheek. There was so much pain and despair in that tear. Her light red hair fell in her eyes as she looked back down at the mangled violin in her hands, which she held like a wounded child.
“I…I don’t know what…I’m so sorry,” she stammered.
“You’re sorry?” I asked, confused.
“I should’ve watched where I was going,” she said, as more tears fell down her face. “I’m sorry. Oh great, what am I going to do? I don’t know what to do.”
“About what?” I asked. “Your instrument? I’m sure you can get it fixed.”
“I don’t know how,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
She shoved the violin back into the case, grabbed her things from me and stormed off down the hall. I could hear her whimpering all the way as I stood there watching her. She seemed so lost. It hit me all of sudden why she was so distraught. She had said that she didn’t know how to fix her instrument and I knew why.
“Hey! Hey! Wait up!” I called after. “Hey!”
She had already made her way outside. I ran after her into the cold winter air, not paying attention to the fact that it had begun to lightly rain. She turned to look at me as I came to a stop in front of her.
“Hey, listen,” I started, out of breath. “I think I can help you. It was my fault that you dropped your violin. The least I can do is pay for it to be fixed.”
“What?” she sniffled. “No, don’t be absurd, really.”
“Don’t be prideful,” I said back.
She stopped short, taken aback by my frankness.
“I don’t know what to say,” she remarked, still sniffling.
“Just say that you’ll agree to me taking you to the repair shop tomorrow,” I smiled at her.
“Yeah, sure, thank you so much…” she said.
“Liam Cole,” I said shaking her hand. “And you are?”
“Angel,” she smiled. “Angel Rodchester.”