Thursday, March 2, 2017

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Skylark Samuels has a secret. She’s not a normal teenager, although she plays one in real life. Pretending to be something you’re not isn’t easy, especially in high school where gossip is gold. For years, Sky manages to hide her uniqueness, until one fateful day when she exposes her gift, her curse, and all her fears come to pass. Now instead of going to college near home like she planned, she has to leave town and go someplace where the rumors can’t follow. The plan when she gets there: keep to herself and stay under the radar.

But blending into the background is impossible when local heartthrob Dylan Parks notices her. Even though Sky keeps her distance and doesn’t act like one of Dylan’s adoring fans, he goes out of his way to talk to her. Her. The girl who wants to be invisible.

Sky isn’t immune to Dylan’s charm, but getting close to him is a bad idea. It goes against the promise she made to herself. Besides, if Dylan knew the truth, he wouldn’t want her. If he discovered her secret, he’d treat her differently and possibly fear her. It’s happened before. But the more Sky gets to know Dylan, the harder it is to resist him, until fate intervenes.

A tragic event forces Sky to reveal herself to the one person she’s come to care for, and his reaction is unexpected. For the first time, she doesn’t feel so alone. But what she doesn’t realize is that she’s never been alone. When she finally lets her guard down, someone comes along who threatens to unravel everything, because being normal was never Sky’s destiny.

**Harmful Rush is a stand-alone, full-length novel (85,000 words) set in the Remedy world. You do not have to read the first two books to read this book. (Keep You from Harm, Remedy #1, To Have and to Harm, Remedy #2)

Friday, February 24, 2017

Excerpt from Harmful Rush, releasing this April

In the midst of it all, I stand up and back away, still gripping the bullet, warm and slippery with blood. Someone asks me if I’m okay, but I don’t answer as I take one step back and then another, my gaze darting around the room as I wonder who saw.

“The paramedics are on their way,” someone says, and Zoey sits up, ignoring the voices that tell her to lie down again.

With a trembling hand, Zoey lightly touches the dark circle of blood that stains her shirt. Gripping the bottom of it, she lifts her shirt higher to reveal the smooth, unmarred skin of her abdomen.

Warning bells ring in my head and I step back, stumbling over my own feet. The sound of heavy boots coming down the hall rips me from my stupor, and with my head down, I flee the classroom, passing the paramedics who jog past, and the police who follow behind them.

The police are needed here, but the paramedics aren’t, not for Zoey.

Not anymore.

©Debra Doxer