The AMAZING Cover: Blurb:
Luke Price's life has always been about order, control, and acting tough on the outside. For Luke, meaningless relationships are a distraction-a way to tune out the twisted memories of his childhood. He desperately wishes he could forget his past, but it haunts him no matter what he does.
Violet Hayes has had a rough life. When she was young, she was left with no family and the memory of her parents' unsolved murders. She grew up in foster homes, living with irresponsible parents, drugs, and neglect, and trying to fight the painful memories of the night her parents were taken from her. But it's hard to forget when she never got closure-and she can't stop dreaming about what happened that tragic night. To make it through life, she keeps her distance from everyone and never allows herself to feel anything.
Then Violet meets Luke. The two clash instantly, yet they can't seem to stay away from each other. Although they fight it, they both start to open up and feel things they've never felt before. They discover just how similar they are. But they also discover something else: The past always catches up with you . . .
Excerpt:
For a brief second, I seriously contemplate pushing the emergency button and stopping the elevator, so I can push her back against the wall and kiss her fiercely before pulling away and leaving her. Regain a little of my control and power over the situation.
But as the elevator continues up and my arms stay at my side, I realize that I can’t go through with it and honestly I have no idea why. She’s messing with my head and I don’t know what else to do besides stare at my reflection in the shiny steel doors for the rest of the elevator ride. When the doors open, I let out a breath of relief, glad we’re coming to the end of this strange, silent journey. As we approach Violet’s dorm room toward the end of the hall, I spot Kayden and Callie standing in front of the door. They’re smiling as they talk to each other and they make it look so easy, so natural, like it’s as simple as breathing. But even breathing is difficult for me sometimes.
Callie says something and Kayden laughs, but when he sees me walking up the hallway with Violet his expression fills with inquisitiveness.
“What’s up?” he asks as we walk up to them. He glances from Violet to me, then his eyebrows arch, his eyes widening a little.
Callie steps out of the way as Violet moves out of my arm and drags her foot as she moves up to the door. “Are you okay?” Callie asks, looking down at Violet’s ankle.
“Yeah,” Violet answers with indifference as she punches in the code to their room with her finger. The lock beeps and she shoves the door open, tossing her book aside as she starts to shut the door behind her. I’m about to call our stubborn challenge a tie, when she pauses with the door still open a crack, her eyes sparkling with life for the very first time, and says, “Thanks, Mr. Stoically Aloof.”
“You’re welcome, Violet with no last name,” I tell her and then she shuts the door.
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It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
All My Life by Foo Fighters
Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
Basket Case by Green Day
Dreams by The Cranberries
Stay by Shaun Reynolds feat. Laura Pringle
Low by Cracker
Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down
She Hates Me Puddle of Mud
All the Same by Sick Puppies
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The Temptation of Lila and Ethan Cover!!! Gorgeous!!! Blurb From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Ella and Micha series comes a gripping story of passion, pain, and the courage to love . . .
THE TEMPTATION OF LILA AND ETHAN
On the surface, Lila Summers is flawless: good looks, expensive clothes, and a big, beautiful smile. But a dark past and even darker secrets are threatening to bubble over her perfect façade. She'll do anything to keep the emptiness inside hidden-which leads her into situations that always end badly. Whenever she hits bottom, there's only one person who's there to pull her out: Ethan Gregory.
Ethan set the rules a long time ago: he and Lila are just friends. He doesn't do relationships. Although his tattooed, bad boy exterior is a far cry from Lila's pretty princess image, Ethan can't deny they have a deeper connection than he's used to. If he's not careful, he could be in serious danger of becoming attached-and he's learned the hard way that attachment only leads to heartbreak.
When Lila falls farther than she ever has before, can Ethan continue to help as a friend? Or is he also getting close to falling . . . for her?
Excerpt from this amazing book!!! “Why is this bothering you so much?”
“It’s not,” she snaps, turning her back to me. “I was just wondering why. That’s all.”
I stare at the back of her head as she rests her chin on her knees, staring out at the desert land. “It seems like you’re bothered,” I point out.
Her shoulders lift and descend as she shrugs. “If you leave, then I’ll be alone.” She mutters it so quietly I can barely hear her.
I’m silent for a while, unsure what to say or if there’s anything I can say—want to say. “You can come with me.” It slips out and I want to smack myself on the head. Taking her with me would defeat the purpose of escaping the noise and people, yet at the same time I know I’d miss her if I left her behind.
She glances over her shoulder with skepticism on her face. “Could you imagine me living in your truck, because I sure as heck can’t.”
“Why not?” Again, what the hell is wrong with my mouth? Why can’t I just let it go? She’s giving me such an easy out to a huge commitment I shouldn’t be taking.
“Because.”
“That’s the silliest reason I’ve ever heard.”
“Because I don’t understand why anyone would want to take off from a city where you have everything at hand and live in a truck where you have nothing but a backseat. It’s pretty much like being homeless.”
I kneel behind her, inching close to her, then hesitantly place my hand on her shoulder. “Shut your eyes.”
She leans away, like I’m scaring her. “Why? ”
“Because I’m going to prove what’s so awesome about my idea.” I wait for her to do what I ask and she stubbornly drags it on for longer than necessary, then finally surrenders and turns
around.
“Fine.” Her voice softens a little. “Show me what’s so great about a backseat.”
“There’s a lot of great things about a backseat,” I joke in a low voice, and then dip my lips toward her ear and whisper, “Now shut your eyes.”
I expect her to argue, but she very willingly obeys, shutting her eyes the second I utter the words. I shut mine, too, but only because being so close to her, breathing in her scent, feeling the warmth emitting from her body is driving my body into a frenzy.
“Now picture nothing but mountains,” I say softly, picturing it myself. “No city. No noise. No crazy-ass parents who act like children and treat their children like shit. No nothing. Just the quiet.”
“It seems like an awfully lonely place, if you ask me,” she tells me. “Just me and the dirt and the quiet. Although I wouldn’t mind the being without the parents part.”
“You wouldn’t be completely alone.” I sweep her head to the side and rest my chin on her shoulder. “You’d be with me.”
She pauses for an eternity and her breathing is ragged. Or maybe it’s mine. “What would we do at this mountain place together?” she says.
“Anything we wanted.”
“Hike?” There’s disdain in her voice.
“Maybe,” I say. “Or maybe we’d just sit and enjoy each other’s company in the quiet.”
She shifts her weight and situates her hands underneath her legs, leaning back against my chest. “That kind of sounds nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
As strange as it is, and as much of a pain in the ass asLila can be, I can actually picture us sitting together up on the mountains in the noiselessness, living in my truck, driving anywhere and everywhere. Together. And the comfort in the idea is kind of frightening because it means I’m thinking about
our future. Together. Shit.
I think about moving away from her, putting a little space between us because obviously I’m heading down a road I shouldn’t be headed down. The dream of living on the road has always been one I’d planned to live out alone and now suddenly I’m telling Lila she should come with me. God knows
what would happen between us if we lived in a truck with one another. We’d either grow really close or end up hating each other. Or maybe both. But I can’t bring myself to move and break the peaceful moment. So instead I sit down and wrap my legs and arms around her and we just sit there in the sun,
enjoying each other in the quiet.
My Review (5 stars!!!) MUST READ This book was truly amazing. If i can go back and unread it then read it again I would. It kept me guessing from the second I picked it up. Seriously a book worth reading! The big questions readers had when reading Jessica's Ella and Micha series are answered. Jessica is still an amazing author. For anyone that has never read a book by Jessica should consider picking up any one of her series as soon as possible! Bio for Jessica Where to get the book Jessica Sorensen GIVEAWAY TIME!!!
I can't believe it's finally here!!! The Release of Tabatha Vargo's Finding Faith!!!!!! The Fabulous cover: Here is a blurb for you guys: A little FAITH can get you through…
One night. That’s all Finn had with the only girl he ever loved. Years
later, all he has left of that night is a silver cross, a broken give a
damn, and the unrelenting desire to drink her memory away. As the lead
singer of Blow Hole, Finn has his pick of women, but none are able to squash
the need he still carries around for Faith. To hate her offers some relief,
but when Finn sees her again after so many years, it’s hard to despise her.
Especially when every reason he had to hate her, turn out to be lies.
As the daughter of a strict Baptist preacher, Faith Warren lived sheltered
from all things sinful. When she met Jimmy Finn, the epitome of all seven
deadly sins, she found out exactly what she was missing. After being forced
to choose between her soul and the only person in the world who made her
feel alive, Faith walked away from Finn and dove head first into her
father’s preferred life. But now Finn’s back and he’s getting payback by
wreaking havoc on her emotions. Except sometimes bad things feel good, and
Faith has to decide once again if she wants to stay in her gilded cage or
fly free with the dark angel of lust himself.
Of course we all need some Finn, himself: Want a taste of the book? “I didn’t bleed for you, Faith, I died for you. There’s a big fucking
difference. You didn’t wound me, you killed me. You murdered the boy I used
to be in his sleep and he’s never coming back. Take my advice, give it up.
All that’s left of that boy is me, and all you’ll ever get from me is a
quickie and a door in your face.” ~ Finn, Finding Faith
“Throughout it all, there was only one thing I knew for sure. Finn was made
for sin.” ~ Faith, Finding Faith
“It’s only fair. I sang for you. Just let go, baby. I wanna hear you sing
for me.” ~ Finn, Finding Faith
The beautiful Tabatha Vargo herself! “Tabatha Vargo is a USA Today bestselling author from a small town just
outside of Charleston, SC. Tabatha is a sweet tea sippin', front porch
sittin' kind of girl from the south. She loves old, historical anything,
wind chimes, and all things romantic. She is the mother of a seven-year-old
rockstar/princess and the wife of her very own Prince Charming. When she
isn't writing or reading, she's texting book ideas to herself and spending
time with her friends and family. Her first publication was a little poem in
her elementary school paper and from that point on she was hooked. She
finished her first novel, ‘Wicked Fate’, in 2009 and released it in November
2012. She has since released ‘On the Plus Side’, USA Today bestselling
‘Playing Patience’, and ‘Perfecting Patience’.”
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Rapture (Elfin Series Book 2)
By none other than the FABULOUS: Quinn Loftis (Isn't it AMAZING!!!???) Synopsis: Triktapic, the deadly dark elf assassin, has been restored by the Forest Lords to his rightful place as king of the Elven realm. Now, he must face his former comrades as he attempts to stop Lorsan, king of the dark elves, from enslaving the human race. Lorsan has already begun distributing Rapture, the irresistible drink that destroys those who unknowingly become addicted to it. Will Cassie, his Chosen, be able to give Trik the strength he needs to face his dark past?
Meanwhile, Cassie’s best friend, Elora, is in a fight for her own life. Elora, her mother, Lisa, and a small band of light elves have traveled deep into the dark elf realm in hopes of rescuing Cassie and Trik. But their mission quickly turns into a battle for their own lives as they are surrounded by Lorsan and his warriors. Though outnumbered ten to one, the humans and elves fight heroically. They fight for a King once lost, but now found. They fight for the human realm that doesn’t yet know it is in need of saving. They fight for love; a love that has already been discovered and a love that is waiting to be revealed. Despite their valiant efforts, the band is captured and held captive by the dark elf king.
The peaceful world that Cassie and Elora knew is long gone, shattered by their realization that elves walk secretly among them, and are bent on their destruction. Soon, each of the girls will be forced to choose her own path. Cassie must decide to which world she belongs and Elora must decide if she will fight for a warrior hell bent on keeping her from his side.
Two species, human and elf, stand on the precipice of war, united in one goal; shatter the dark elf king’s plan, and unite a divided race under the rule of the one true King.
The Author: Quinn Loftis! Quinn lives in beautiful NW Arkansas with her husband, son, Doberman and cat (who thinks she is a ninja in disguise). She is beyond thankful that she has been blessed to be able to write full time and hopes the readers know how much all of their support means to her. Some of her hobbies include reading, exercising, crochet, and spending time with family and friends. She gives all credit of her success to God because he gave her the creative spirit and vivid imagination it takes to write.
Where to find her (links):
Release day: TODAY! October 22 Goodreads link: Synopsis: From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Ella and Micha series comes a gripping story of passion, pain, and the courage to love . . .
THE TEMPTATION OF LILA AND ETHAN
On the surface, Lila Summers is flawless: good looks, expensive clothes, and a big, beautiful smile. But a dark past and even darker secrets are threatening to bubble over her perfect façade. She'll do anything to keep the emptiness inside hidden-which leads her into situations that always end badly. Whenever she hits bottom, there's only one person who's there to pull her out: Ethan Gregory.
Ethan set the rules a long time ago: he and Lila are just friends. He doesn't do relationships. Although his tattooed, bad boy exterior is a far cry from Lila's pretty princess image, Ethan can't deny they have a deeper connection than he's used to. If he's not careful, he could be in serious danger of becoming attached-and he's learned the hard way that attachment only leads to heartbreak.
When Lila falls farther than she ever has before, can Ethan continue to help as a friend? Or is he also getting close to falling . . . for her?
Teaser!!! I nod slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yes, but I also think you smell.”
“I smell like a man,” he says, grinning at himself. He leans in, getting his chest closer to my face so I can get a whiff of his man scent.
“Blah!” I scrunch my nose, turning my face to the side, even though the smell of him isn’t that bad. He actually smells like cologne and sweat and heat. Very nice. Very manly. I discretely breathe him in, letting the scent of him saturate my lungs. He must notice the rise and fall of my chest, because he leans back and looks me in the eyes, sheer perplexity burning in his pupils.
“So apparently you like the smell of sweat.” He tries to joke but his voice cracks and I wonder why. Ethan never gets nervous. I’ve seen him hit on women many, many times, and he always gets them to come home with him.
I don’t say anything and I’m not sure why. I just keep staring into his eyes and it feels different—I feel different, giddy, alive, and not numb for once. That switch that always flips off stays on. I’m not sure if I like the feeling—the vulnerable, misplaced emotions swarming inside my chest—or not.
Without even realizing it, I hitch my legs around his waist. The need to feel someone close to me, connect with me, touch me, is conquering anything else within me. I haven’t been touched in a while and it feels good—better than good.
Ethan’s breath hitches in his throat and it startles me. He’s nervous. I’m nervous. I feel this strange shift between us, the heat between us intensifying, and I get excited, my nerves bubbling up inside me. Suddenly I’m a completely different person. I’m not broken. Lost. Numb. Confused. I’m a girl enjoying a moment with a guy I really, really like.
I close my eyes as he leans in. He’s going to kiss me. I can tell. And I mean really kiss me this time instead of almost kissing me. I’ve been waiting for this more than I realized and despite all my concerns about my new feelings, ones that I’m sure existed before this moment but I was too medicated to feel anything, I want him so much it consumes every part of my body. I can feel all the warm, hot, overpowering sensations, and I breathe in his delicious scent, taste the anticipation. Kiss me. Please God, kiss me. Don’t back away.
I moan from the heat of his breath and trace my hands up his back as I arch into him. I wait for it. Wait for the kiss, feeling his cheek touch mine. He rests it there, pressing our skin together, and I know that next he’ll touch his lips to mine. I wait as he moans my name under his breath.
About the author: Jessica Sorensen The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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Where to get the book: GIVEAWAY!!!
Title: Don’t Kill Dinner
Series: The Rules Trilogy
Author: Jennifer Martinez
Genre: Urban Fantasy/New Adult Paranormal (Mature audiences only. Mild to moderate swearing and damn sexy sexual situations)
Page Length: 170
Release Date: March 15, 2013
Now that that's been said lookat this amazing cover!!!
The first day proceeds of Don’t Kill Dinner will be donated to Rain Pet Rescue of Fort Myers. They take in animals from High Kill shelters throughout Florida. This is Jennifer's adoption agency of choice!
Author Bio:
One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.
I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life once… you may as well make it interesting.
I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.
Quote for Cover: “I love you Kenna and I will never lose you. I promise.”
Official Blurb:
There are three rules when it comes to being a vampire in New Orleans. 1) Don’t kill dinner. 2) Don’t feed from people you know. 3) Don’t tell anyone. Not too hard, right? Wrong. Kenna is a new vampire filled with a passion that has turned into an uncontrollable lust for blood.
Will Arthur be able to stop her feeding spree before the coven comes after her or is Kenna beyond saving?
Arthur has been watching Kenna for years, wanting her to try her own hand in life before he gave her the ultimate proposal. Now that she has accepted, will his love be enough to save her?
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Jennifer Martinez Official WebpageJennifer Martinez on FacebookJennifer Martinez on TwitterJennifer Martinez on AmazonActor for Hire, The Rules Trilogy 0.5 Kenna’s Story on AmazonActor for Hire, The Rules Trilogy 0.5 Kenna’s Story on Smashwords Rain on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rain.rescueanimalsinneed?fref=ts
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MARCH 30TH!!! That is when this amazing book is set to come out on! Melissa Andrea has yet again blown me away with another amazing cover. Allure is another series besides Flutter and I say it is going to be amazing just from what I have read. The cover finalizes its amazing features. Please be sure that after you oogle at the cover, you stop by and show Melissa some love because afterall, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't have very much to post about. You know the drill...links are down below COVER!!! Full View: Blurb:
Temptation. Desire. Deception.
Everything about her is enthralling, enticing… until everything about her becomes deadly.
Alluring you into the center of her world, she’ll deprive you of reason, breath… life. And because you can’t help it, you’ll let her, and death never felt so good.
There is only one rule where she is from: Don’t become attached to your Allure, and Ryleigh has already broken that rule.
The decision to stay was easy, but being ready to handle everything that comes with her choice, is more then she bargained for when something unexpected happens. Ryleigh is thrown into a world she knows nothing about, and a past she can’t remember. Time is not Ryleigh’s only enemy, but the lack of it, will be the end of her immortality if she doesn’t remember what she is or the life she needs to take.
When the cost of immortality means consuming the life of someone you love, could you do it?!
Melissa Andrea
I find it hard to sum up my life in a paragraph, but I’ll try.
I am the author of Flutter, The Discover Series! Reading has always been a passion for me, and writing as instinctive as breathing. Every inhale is an idea; every exhale a creation. The only thing I do better than writing you ask? Making beautiful girls. My daughter’s will always be my greatest accomplishment.
I was born in Denver, Colorado –but I will always think of sunny Arizona as my home. I don’t have a big family, but I’m close with my sister, brother & my mom. My mom is my hero, my inspiration, and I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing person to be raised by.
4 things you should know about me: I’m very girly, but I can get down and dirty with the best of them. I adore the color pink and things that sparkle (including vampires), I am a firm believer that chocolate cures ALL and I like even numbers (hence 4 things about me, not 5) Okay, maybe I cheated a little with my list, shhhh.
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WOW! This cover BLEW ME AWAY! Stunning and breathtaking new book called Phoenix Rising by Lisa C. Morgan!
Check it out! Phoenix Rising By: Lisa Morgan
Also a extra chapter of goodies that had been deleted!!!
Maggie has lived the last ten years with a woman who isn't her mother and carrying the label "Daughter of John Henning", a man sentenced to live out his days at Sunnyview Psychiatric Hospital after his conviction of fire bombing a church...
and killing the 8 people inside.
What Maggie learns will change her life.
She is the last of a race of creatures known as "The Phoenix", a race of supernatural beings with the ability to wield and control fire.
And she will need that power now...
Revenants- walking, living, skeletal creatures who have
waged a war against an unseen, parallel world known simply as The Realm- need Maggie's blood to bring them to a full power...a power that will give them an unbeatable edge and offer the deciding weapon in this war.
Maggie is not alone as she learns not only what she really is, but what it is her destiny to become..
For more information on this Author:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Lisa%20Morgan&search-alias=digital-text
So one day, after finaly building up the nerve, I decided to private message The Dark secrets page on Facebook. Well, me and Angela Hudson got to talking and she graciously dicided upon doing an interview with Jason from her books. Her books became my life during the past summer and recently I was on an Editing team for her recent book, Mark of Betrayal. (AMAZING!!!) This is for all the book worms who get to meet and become friends with the authors they worship. I enjoyed every minute I spent talking to Angela. Thank you. Enjoy the interview she pulled from questions her fans posted on the fan page themselves. I know I did! (Links to all her books and pages will be at the bottom of this post. If you haven't cheacked out all of her books do it now. Now!)
Interview:
In a recent questionnaire on the Dark Secrets series Facebook page, we asked fans what they would like to ask Jason. Our interviewer Trinny Boss met with Jason last week in Paradise City to have a chat. This exclusive interview is brought to you by The Hidden Reader.
“Howdy, folks. I’m Trinny Boss, vampire interviewer extraordinaire. I risk life and neck, every day of the week, to bring you hottest interviews with the most dangerous predators on the planet. Our special guest today is Mr Jason Knight, bad boy love interest in the Dark Secrets series. Hi, Jason.”
“Hi.” He sat back coolly in the chair, his white shirt sitting loosely apart at the collar, just showing his golden skin.
“Now, as you know, there is quite a divide between Jason and David fans. Personally, I’m Team David.” I touched my chest; he smiled. “But we’ve got some questions together from the folks over at the DSS Facebook page, who are all dying to know about you.”
“Shoot.”
“Right-e-oh, this question was from Brittany.” I flipped my notepad. “She asked ‘After Ara jumped from the lighthouse in book 4, how did that make you feel?’”
He cleared his throat, sitting up a little. “At first, I didn’t even know it’d happened. I thought she was asleep in her bed. I went back early in the morning and stood by her door, listening, wondering if I should go in. But Falcon came along and basically shooed me away.”
“Did you go?”
“No. I asked him to check on her. He stood there for a moment, listening, and I guess he’d spent so much time outside her room while she was sleeping that he knew the sound well enough to know there was no sound at all. He looked at me, and I rushed past him, opened her door. She was gone. Then we heard David screaming.”
“The memory bothers you?” I asked, noticing him pale.
“I fold over, feel the blood drain from my face when I remember that day—when I remember the gut wrench of walking into the Great Hall and seeing blood. I knew I was to blame. Just, at that point, only thought I knew why. I searched my brother’s head, about to kill him for what he’d done to Ara, until I saw the questions in his mind. He’d found her. He had no idea what happened to her—no idea, as he’d sat atop that lighthouse, watching this white cloth sway in the waves for a while, that he was watching his wife die.”
“Did you know she’d jumped?”
“Not then. No. And I felt bad enough that she’d clearly fallen. Arthur carried her upstairs and, while they all healed her body, I entered her mind, looking for some kind of answer. And when I jumped back, tripped over the chair behind me and fell to the floor, they all stopped. I saw it all. I saw all her pain, all her rage—saw the moment the rocks met her face—the reason she ended things that way. And I cried. I cried so hard for her then.”
“Did they ask you why you were crying?”
“Probably. But I didn’t hear them. David sat under her, cradling her head, trying to get in—see what I’d seen. So, I jumped up. I ran over and told him not to watch. Told him she fell. Told him she was out walking, clearing her head, and she just slipped—that she didn’t know how to get herself back up—couldn’t grab on to anything. Then, I laid my hand to her brow, as if I was merely stroking her hair, and I erased it all. I’m not entirely sure why I did that, but when I look back on it, I can see the logic.
“I was destroyed that she’d jumped. But I understood it. She just needed to end the pain, and I was her pain. I almost left. I almost packed my bags and left her to live in peace with my brother, but I just had to make sure she’d be all right first. Then, when she woke up, I heard Arthur’s thought, and that was it. I knew I had to stay.”
“Sounds like it was a pretty rough time. Would you care to share what Arthur’s thought was?”
“No.”
“Okay, moving on.” I looked at my notes; he was scary when he made a deliberate effort to ward a person off. “Our next question is from Desiree, who would like to know, ‘At what moment during your act of revenge against you brother (the Masquerade) did you fall in love with Ara?’”
“I was already in love with her. But the truth, the tiny bubble of fear I had for its existence in my heart, became real for the first time—so potently real—just after I dropped her and thought ‘It’s over now. She’s dead.’
“When I landed beside her—saw that she was still alive, I nearly broke to tears. I was angry, hurt, afraid; afraid for her—afraid for the pain, the fear, that sadness she was feeling. But I couldn’t let my brother know what I felt. She was possibly on her last breath, or at best, she’d survive, but she would certainly be paralyzed, maybe even have brain damage. But I had an eternity to live with this—to face David—and I knew he would steal the memory from me, even if I tried to stop him, so I kept up with the façade of an attack, despite just wanting to cradle her and tell her I was so, so sorry. I bit her; I spat venom into her mouth as I pretended to kiss her. I did everything I could to turn her in that moment, without letting anyone know that was my intention—”
“Why? Just so David wouldn’t know you loved her?”
“No, because the law protected me against torturing a human—to a degree, but not against unlawfully turning one. David would have sought punishment to the full extent of the law if he’d known what I was doing.”
“Did you ever, in the moments before you pitied her, did you ever think you went a bit too far hurting her?”
“In ways. I felt disconnected to it all, though. Like I was watching it on some screen. But when I moved her body after she hit the ground, and I felt her limbs detach, empty, like rubber, I nearly threw up. I’d done that to her. No one else. Not an actor on a screen. Not a terrorist I read about in the paper. Me. Worst part was, I feared all along for the pain my less-than-worthy brother might cause her heart, and yet I was the monster who did.”
“And what happened when David found out?”
He laughed, biting his lip, shaking his head. “Put it this way; I didn’t even try to run. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted to feel the pain I caused her a thousand times over. And I did, but it wasn’t enough. He left me unconscious in a cell; beat me when I surfaced to consciousness. I’m told I was there for three days. I could have flattened him. I could have stopped him. I was always more powerful. I just didn’t want to. My uncle intervened eventually, when he found out where I was, and it took me two weeks to recover from the damage. But I will never recover from the damage in my heart—for what I did to that girl. I will never let myself recover. When you dig a grave for revenge, be sure to dig one for your enemy and one for yourself.”
“Thank you, Jason, for that in-depth answer.” I exhaled, looking over at my excited producer. “Now, here’s a question I know we talked about just before the interview today, and I remember you told me you’d written a little story to let our readers into your head—to see what was going on in there that day?”
“Yes. The uh—” He smiled, his eyes shifting to one side. “The time Ara and I slept together?”
“That’s the one.”
“Yeah. I uh—that’s not something I can really answer in an interview. Someone gave me heads up that one of the questions was asking how I felt when Ara and I finally made love, so, yeah, I brought my notepad along and jotted a few thoughts down about how things went. I’ll leave it here for you.” He reached into his back pocket, pulled the notepad out then left it on the coffee table.
“Great, we’ll put that in at the end of this interview, if we get time, otherwise, we’ll post it next week.”
“Cool.”
“Okay, next question.” I frowned, watching him shift in his chair, trying to choose an arm to lean on. “Do you need a glass of water before we continue? You look a little uncomfortable.”
“That’s because I know what you’re about to ask.”
“Well, just answer as best you can. We can stop at any time.”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay. Well, Jennifer asked ‘How does it make you feel that Ara does not remember (you made love)? Will you give the memory back?’”
“I didn’t want her to remember. I took that memory because, when I went into her mind, I saw what she went through—I saw that walk to the lighthouse. She didn’t kill herself because of what she did with me. She killed herself because she didn’t like the truth she came to find in doing that.
“I will give her back the memory one day. Maybe centuries from now. But if she’s to live any kind of normal life—have any chance to be happy, she needs to be free from the burden of truth.”
“Right. Sounds fair. Our next question is from Alicia. She wants to know why you fell in love with Ara.”
“Why does anyone fall in love?” He shrugged, offering a timid smile. “We can give ourselves reasons and explanation, but, at the core, there has to be a connection.” “And that’s where it all started?”
“Kind of. To understand this, you really need to look at my past.”
“Okay. I’m sure the readers will be fine with that.” I sipped my water, trying not to seem overeager. This guy was beginning to grow on me—a little.
He laughed nervously, sitting forward in the chair. “I never likened myself to my brother. He was always faster, stronger, wittier; always had more friends and, somehow, managed to land all the nice girls, despite us looking alike. David never cared for those girls. He should have courted them, married them, had families with them, but that was not his in heart’s desires. Until he met her.
“It seemed unfair. I’m not one to moan or wallow, but I’d waited my whole life for a girl like that; one who saw past the inner monster—who could love, despite the things we’d done. She was everything I ever prayed to the gods for, and yet, he owned her heart.
“When I got word that he was happy, I did, originally, set out to kill her. As far as I was concerned, if she was twisted enough to love him, she was better off dead, anyway. But the more I watched her, the more I realized that she wasn't aware exactly what she was loving. David never shared himself with her—never showed his true character, and she was under the impression, deeply embedded into her subconscious, that he was kind and loving.
“I believe in love at first sight, but I don’t think we ever admit it to ourselves. We can only acknowledge its truth when we’re looking back, and unfortunately, by then, it’s too late to undo any wrongs we’ve done.
“I loved her the minute I laid eyes on her. And it was, at first, because I had dreamed her up; in all my years as a young boy, lonely and lost, I dreamed of a mother, first; one who would come—take away my fears, protect me from the world, and as I grew, that angel I made up in my mind became a girl I would meet one day, and love. Somewhere in my heart I just knew she was out there, waiting for me—maybe needing me. Maybe she wasn't born yet; maybe I wouldn’t know her when we met, but I never imagined she would turn out to be the girl I tortured. If I could go back and change things, I’d go back and pretend to be my brother until I finally told her who I was, and in that time we’d been together, she would have learned the difference between a kind heart and cruel one, and she would accept me. It would be wrong of me to do that, but he had her mind so twisted and so brainwashed, taking her and showing her kindness when she was so immensely sad, that she would never break free of that. He was her first love, and that would be eternal, even if she wasn't. I couldn’t undo that, just like I couldn’t undo how I hurt her, and for that reason, I stayed away when I should have gone to her—stolen her from him. He’ll hurt her one day, and all I’ll be able to do is pick up the pieces.
“I created her, manifested her from my thoughts, but he found her first. She deserves better—even death would be better than loving my brother.”
“And what about the other girl you once loved?” I checked my notes. “Emily?”
“What about her?”
“Our next question is from Brandy. She wants to know if you ever stopped loving Emily?”
“Never. I loved Emily, at first, because she looked just like Rochelle. I felt almost like Emily was my second chance, and I knew she loved me because I was the David that would never love her. But a love based on lies can never last. She was just a summer fling, and I will always love her in my own way, but not enough to be with her.”
“So why did you leave without saying goodbye?”
“I said goodbye. She’ll just never remember it.”
There was a lengthy, kind of awkward pause then. I felt like he was in my head. “Okay. Moving on. Tori asked ‘If you could go back in time and correct one mistake, would it be either the night of the dance when you first attacked Ara, or the days you were forced to torture her?’”
“I wouldn’t ever take back the torture at Le Château de Elysium. I did that to save her from some sick, twisted vampire that would’ve raped her and beat her and done things to her she would never have recovered from. I had no control over Ara ending up in Drake’s hands, so I do not feel guilt for that any longer. That beautiful girl has helped my heart heal. But, if I could go back and undo what I did to her the night of the Masquerade, I would give up my soul, my life, everything I’ve ever loved and hoped or dreamed for, to do so. The worst thing about mistakes is…all you can do is learn from them.”
I nodded, underlining the last passage in my notes so I could write it on a sticky note later and put it on my fridge. “Next question was from Jamie. She asked, ‘If you and Ara could have any type of future together, what would your ideal future look like? What kind of life would you want with her?’”
“Eternity. Life would not be enough. I see a hundred little babies running around, calling me daddy and her mommy, and I see that moment we put them all down to sleep and fall into each other’s arms, tired and worn, but so in love that we strip down to nothing and make love until the dawn. Then, I’d slip out of bed, feed the babies, take them to school or the park, while she slept. When I could no longer stand being away from her, I’d take her a coffee in bed and wake her with gentle kiss. I’d never control her—tell her what she could and could not do, nor would I demand her love or hide her from others in order to keep her pure. If her heart ever strayed, I’d be so saddened the sun would not rise for me, but if that’s what her heart wanted, I’d let her go, as long as she was happy. That’s why I haven't fought my brother for her, because, for the most part, for now, she seems happy. If that changes, so too will my respect and distance in their relationship. I'm sitting idly by—waiting for my brother to stuff up.”
I think, at this stage, so was I. He’d crept inside my heart a little while I sat here, and my Team David shirt was about to be thrown in the back of the closet. “If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be and why?”
“Ha ha ha. My face.”
“Your face?” And I’m thinking God, why?
“I’m happy with who I am inside—with my ability to learn and change with the lessons that have shaped me. But, if I could change my face, change the fact that David and I have the same features, I would. Every time I look in the mirror, I see my brother, and I wonder what he’s doing with her. I wonder if he’s caring for her, loving her, or hurting her. And every time in my life that I’ve hated him, I’ve hated seeing my own face too; smashed every mirror I passed; grew my hair long, stopped shaving.”
“Must be hard being a twin sometimes.”
“Ha ha ha. Yes, truly is a curse to share the face of a man who has, so many times in your life, been an enemy. I do love my brother, for the most part, and we’re at peace now—friends again—but I know the time will come when I want to scratch my own eyes out for how much I hate him.”
“Our next question is a bit of funny one. Kellie would like to know ‘Why are you so loveable?’”
“Ha ha ha. Maybe it’s my fallibility.”
I watched him as he swept his hand through his hair, dropping it into his lap after. “Couldn’t have anything to do with those green eyes at all, could it?”
“No.” He smirked. “Nothing at all.”
I fanned myself, feeling my blood pressure rise. “Moving on. Jennifer asked ‘Do you fully trust Arthur when it comes to Ara?’”
“Yes.” He scratched his eye. “He knows things. I know he’s kept things from me, even from her, but they are to protect her. That much I am sure of.”
“Now, this next one might have a short answer.”
Jason smiled, reading the question before I said it. “I don’t have a death wish.”
“So you don’t plan to tell your brother what you and Ara did in his bed?”
“Not unless I have to.”
“Will you protect Ara if David were to find out?”
“With my last breath.” He nodded once.
The producer caught my attention then, spinning his finger around in the air. “Okay, we better start wrapping this up. Here’s a question from Tori: Is Ara in a way similar to your former lover? Is that why you fell for her?”
“No.”
“Andrea asked; Would you have forgone seducing Ara if you knew about Arthur's plan prior?’”
“I didn’t seduce Ara. And I knew Arthur’s plan from the moment I scooped her off the training room floor. That is exactly why I offered myself as the father. She would not recover from being with Arthur that way, but she loved me and she wanted me, and one night with me would possibly end her relationship with David, but would not ruin her soul. I knew it meant I would go to my death if she fell pregnant, but I’d die happy knowing I left a part of myself in her—forever to go on being loved by her.”
“What’s it like being able to read everyone's thoughts? Can you read all animal’s thoughts or just Petey's?”
“I can read all animals’ thoughts, but they’re patterned differently to a human’s. See, I read the synapses’ as they fire, basically, I catch thoughts before they’ve even formed properly, like rolling a ball through a tunnel of sparks, so, sometimes I can read things wrong. I have to remain patient and wait for the thought to fully form before I can make conclusions, and even then, it involves a lot of sorting. I don’t just hear a person say “Ooh, that guy is hot.” There are so many layers to sift through. You become an expert at it after a few decades, so, with animals, I haven’t quite mastered having a cerebral conversation yet, but I can tell if they’re hungry or need a walk. That’s how I knew Petey wasn’t a normal dog—his thought patterns differed greatly to a normal dog’s.”
“How fascinating. And you’ve studied the human brain extensively in order to improve your skills as a mind reader, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay.” I sipped my water again. “Jennifer asked me to ask you what your ‘gifts’ are.”
“My gifts, or immortal talents, are endless.” He smiled, resting his knuckles by his lip. I just wanted to eat him. “I discover new ones every few decades. I can read minds, erase them, send thoughts to people, implant thoughts so they become ideas that person believes they dreamed up themselves. I can create worlds that feel real, keeping people locked away for sometimes decades, in any state I choose for them. I can send a person’s brain back to the Stone Age—completely wipe it, even a vampire’s. I can put someone in a coma or deep state of sleep. I can bend things with my mind, surpassing the laws of nature and physics, and yes, there is a way to do that. Human scientists just haven’t figured it out yet. I can float, pretty much fly, I guess. Jump tall buildings, save damsels in distress. However, and here’s an interesting thing I learned recently.” He sat forward, resting his forearm on his thigh. “Movies are wrong. If you fly across the sky, or jump a few meters off the ground, in my case, to save a person falling from a building, they actually just shatter apart in your hands because of the speed they’ve already gained. Found that one out the hard way.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. The makers of Superman have a lot to answer for.”
I laughed.
“Then again, I dunno, maybe it was the cape—if I’d been wearing one, perhaps the man would’ve lived and I wouldn’t have been left with a huge bloody mess to clean up. That’s the last time I call for home delivery.”
“Tasteful.”
“Don’t interview a vampire if you don’t like it, Miss Boss.”
I cleared my throat. I never said I didn’t like it. “Um, so….next question; Riley asked how you can stand to see Ara in the arms of another man.”
“It kills me every time,” he said simply. “I see her walking down the corridor and I think, There she is. All I want is to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her, and then he comes along and places his hand around her waist, pulls her close, and I feel dead inside, like he’s stolen something that’s mine.”
“But she’s not yours.”
“I know. Hence why I said ‘feel like’ he’s stolen her.”
“Right.” Way to listen properly, Trinny. “And our last question for today is, How could you betray your own brother by sleeping with Ara, even if it was to save his life?”
“Hm, that one must have come from Team David.”
“I’d say so.” I laughed.
“Well, put it this way.” He sat taller, crossing his legs at the ankles. “It’d be worse if I let him die, then moved in on Ara and took over his life. And if he’d found out Arthur even so much as contemplated having sex with Ara, he’d be so broken I’m not sure he’d ever forgive Arthur—or Ara. But, he’s used to being mad at me—it wouldn’t come as any great surprise that I’d betrayed him. I volunteered to be the father of the child to protect more than just David.”
“Okay, well, Jason—” I reached across to shake his hand, my heart skipping a beat when they touched; his fingers felt exactly the way Ara described them in the book; long, elegant, strong. “Urm, uh, thank you for, um—” I drew my hand away and caught my breath, “for having a chat with us today. I know you’ve answered a lot of difficult questions, but I’m sure all the DSS fans will be immensely happy.”
“It was my pleasure.” He bowed his head.
“And to all the folks out there at home, thanks for stopping by. Be sure to check out Jason’s Notepad, to be posted next week, for an in-depth look into what went on in that bedroom.
This is Trinny Boss signing out.”
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