~ Kira Sutherland ~
After a near fatal accident (and
getting cheated on by her 'boyfriend'), and beating up the lead
cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated...), and being
labeled as having 'issues' in her school because she, uhm, sees
ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:
1. Continue her 'therapy' (where she's
told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too
often...)
Or
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, a
boarding school for "Crazies and Convicts" (as the social
media sites call them.)
She chooses the latter...
~ Cory Rand ~
Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His
mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his
mother's best friend...sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to
take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A
ghost that watches out for him.
Brought up in an abusive home, Cory
quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third
offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual - he has a weakness)
he's left with two choices:
1. Be tried as an adult and share a
cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks...)
Or
2. Go to Starkfield Academy,
which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least
he'll get an education.
He chooses the latter...
It's at Starkfield that Kira
meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too.
As well as other things, other things from his past, things that
confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.
Things he's always ignored.
Until now.
Excerpt:
My life was perfect.
I had the perfect
shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My
nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was
always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were
a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was
perfect, my hips were...okay,
and my waist...well...also
okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.
But then there was Jack.
Jack was a problem.
He needed to go. I
mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead!
I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean,
I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the
next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep
him?
I think not!
Sadly, when Jack got that
look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked)
look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew
where he would go after he died.
Would he, like, die?
As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone,
no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?
I couldn’t have that on
my conscience. No way.
I lay on my bed, wondering
what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.
“Jaaaaaaack!”
Still no answer.
“Jack!”
Jack...materialized.
His eyes rolled down to
the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you
not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”
His puppy eyes became
worse.
His skin was gray
and, well, dead.
“Oh, brother,” I
said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have
another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of
embarrassment. But, like, really
die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would
I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him?
Think of the cemeteries...
The idea excited me
somewhat.
“What would you
have me do, Miss Kira?”
“Knock off the
Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”
“Yes, Miss
Kira.”
The dead. There’s just
no reasoning.
“Fine, Miss Kira it is
then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might
be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.
“I have
to do something about this,” I mumbled.
Genres:
Young Adult Romance
Paranormal Romance
High School
Vampires, Demons, Witches
Dark Fantasy
Horror
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Author Bio
R P Channing started writing three
years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over
a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the
first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because
it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed
reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard,
he can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to
horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.
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