Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Release Date: May
13, 2016
You know that group of people
in school that everyone fears? Popular. Beautiful. The in-crowd?
That was my family. Kind of.
We were above that
group. We held court over everyone else. We were the best looking. We were the
mysterious and elusive ones. Most of the girls wanted to (and did) date the
guys, but they didn’t want to be one of us. They couldn’t
be. They were our prey.
We were the feared.
But like every family, nothing is as it seems. That was my
truth.
Kellan was in his own league. He was our leader and he was
the one no one messed with. No one dared. He was ruthless, powerful, and no one
could match him…
Except for me.
I was about to find out just how different I was from my
family.
**Evil is a full-length paranormal romance
stand-alone.
As
I drove through the backstreets of Poehler and headed out of town, I saw Leah
and a few others leaving one of the pizza places, like a normal teenager
enjoying time with her friends.
I’d never been a part
of that world. None of the Bradens had. And for some reason, it never bothered
us. We were meant for different things. Still…a part of me wished
things could’ve been different. That I could’ve grown up as
a normal girl with a normal family and even a normal
boyfriend.
When I slowed and turned onto
the gravel road that led to my home, I knew it was useless to wish
that.
I wasn’t normal. No
one in my family was, but it would’ve been nice to know what normal
felt like.
We lived in a three-story brick
house. And as I parked to the left of the garage, I cursed when I saw that
every single light was off. That didn’t mean everyone was asleep, not
in my family. It meant that they were outside, probably down by the
river.
It was a little reprieve for
me.
I let myself in to the empty
house, kept the lights off, toed off my sandals, and moved into the kitchen.
The bare tile felt cool underneath my feet. As I opened the fridge, I pulled
out a container of orange juice and then
screamed.
Kellan stood right behind me, a
foreboding expression on his
face.
“Oh God.” I
laughed, weakly, as I set down the orange juice. “You gave me a heart
attack just now.”
Kellan
cocked his head to the side, his eyes on
mine.
When I shut the door, the fridge’s
light was replaced by the moonlight. It fell over his face and gave him a
shadowed, mysterious look. Anyone else would’ve shuddered in scared
anticipation. I just shuddered because it was
cold.
“What?” I
asked. Kellan had something to say, I could tell. I didn’t have the
patience to play his games.
“Where were
you?” he asked, his voice low and gruff, almost raw.
“I had things to do.
What are you talking about? I told you that.” I wanted him to leave
it alone. I didn’t want to tell him about the painting, not after so
many years of secrecy.
“No, you
didn’t tell me anything. And I knew you didn’t want me to
ask, just like you never want me to ask.” Kellan moved forward and
leaned against the fridge. I knew he didn’t intend it, but his stance
seemed predatory.
“I saw Leah leaving
the pizza place tonight. You sure you want to miss out on that?” I
asked nervously. I downed the rest of the orange juice, and when I turned
toward the sink, Kellan grabbed my arm and hauled me
back.
“What?” I
asked. Kellan had never been intentionally rough with me. I’d never
seen it, but I knew he had it in him. In fact, something told me that he had a
lot in him that I wouldn’t want to
know.
His fingers tightened on my
arm. “What were you doing
tonight?”
I looked at his hand, almost
distantly, though I felt the pain intimately. “Don’t ask me
that.”
“Why? Are you going
to tell me the
truth?”
I
looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were a piercing blue, so beautiful to look
at, but I swallowed and steadied myself. “I would lie. And I
don’t want to lie to
you.”
I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate
college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life,
but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the
computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to
do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my
teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was
one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after
that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something
that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be
reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future
stories.
