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That Friday night, for the sake of appearances, Quincie hung out with some of her track teammates after practice. By ten o’clock, she had enough of the inane conversations, forced laughter, and awkward pauses. She politely excused herself for the night, thankful to be rid of it all. A call came in from Shara while she was driving home, a call she thought about not answering. She turned down her radio.
“Hey, what’s up girl?” she said, and immediately had to pull her ear away from the phone.
“What’s DeAndre’s number?!” Shara yelled, furious about something.
“DeAndre? I thought you were hanging with Steven tonight.”
“I called his cell, and some other bitch answered,” she griped. “He grabbed the phone from her and tried to say it was his sister!”
“Maybe it was his sister.” Quincie tried to stifle her laughter.
“Yeah right,” Shara shot back. “What sister asks, ‘Who’s that bitch, and does she know about our son?” Quincie burst into…
Although the following novella excerpt is in a separate universe from DARK EDGE, I've still been considering publishing within the next few months once the design portion of DARK EDGE has slowed down.
Excerpt- Vacuum Draft Flows Part I
Green means go and the seconds in between become an infinite and hopeless abyss. The abyss consumed the fears, hopes and dreams of all who found themselves in its presence. Regret, that so many things have been left undone and too many things left unsaid. Pain, that there are no more opportunities and this is the absolute end of all things. Finally, bliss once a man or woman can sweat pure adrenaline and testosterone fuels superhuman strength and senses. Human eyes adjust to slits, brows are frowned, teeth are grit…
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Life as alpha of a werewolf pack is anything but predictable. But even Parker Berenson is surprised by the latest twist: he’s fallen in love with a space alien. Problem is, he suspects Melera, his sexy new flame, might be the serial killer terrorizing Seattle. Or maybe she isn’t. After all, just because she’s an interstellar assassin doesn’t mean she’s guilty.
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