I picked my NEW ADULT novella series for Apryl's blogfest. You can find FORGET ME and SHOCK ME here: Amazon
I am the doppelgänger;
a myth, a night fright, and as singular in existence as an individual's dream—a demon's blunder. I have no name, no flesh, and no identity unless I wear one of you, a human. I'm supposed to kill you, but I just can't. I choose to double up—everyone has a twin, right?
I select a host who will not be sharing the same space I intend to occupy for a period of time.
Someone leaving town, or indisposed because of illness or accident; it works for me, elders be damned. Pardon the pun.
This is my life; I walk a thin wire between my world and
yours, living vicariously one human at a time.
Live fast, play hard, move on! That was my mantra...
...until I dressed myself in CeCe, Miss. I'm-So-Much-Better-Than-You, who was heading off to Europe with Mommy and Daddy before starting her first year of college. I wore her like a glove, enjoyed my time inside her--everything going fine--and then we met Gaire.
All sparkly eyes, sexy laugh, red hair, tan and muscular, he intrigues me, attracts me, and turns on feelings 'I'm not supposed to own', so says my guardian. Sh-yeah, like I'm supposed
to walk away from that.
I don't in fact, and that's when I find out he's not human, but the most feared creature Down Under, a wendigo—the ultimate bad boy. When
he begins to tear my host apart, I shed her form and make like the wind, and swear never to look back. Only problem is, I can't forget him.
Time to find a new body. One Gaire will like. Because I want more than being a dark meaningless creature from Down Under pretending to be part of what's above Purgatory.
Damn it, I want to rock Gaire's world! Unfortunately,
I'll have to find him first.
I am the wendigo-aswang, a
half-breed. Yep, daddy, all wendigo, likes his prey alive and kicking. Mom, an aswang, prefers them dead. I prefer to imbibe in neither cold nor warm meat. Both of my parents are malevolent, cannibalistic creatures, and most feared Down
I call myself Gaire, move from place to place and hide from a race that wants me dead. I can't fight what I am. They won't let me forget what I've done. That's why I went rogue.
That'd been my way of life for over thirteen years, without a hitch until CeCe walked in, all firm tits and deep dark secrets.I'd sworn never to attempt another relationship after the first ended with the death of a human. Hesitant, I tried to keep her at a distance. But man, the chick stirs the darkness inside me, and begs no mercy. Her obscurity is intoxicating, relentless. She carries a heady essence of Down Under, but damn me I can't grasp her identity, and when I ask, she gives nothing but fleshy taunts and hidden desires.
Hey, isn't it weird how an argument always knocks the crap out of indecisiveness? We fight, get off on all the wigged-out pheromones—and bang!—next thing I know we're both in my bed naked, in a frenzy of passion. As that passion culminates, she melts from my grasp and disappears in a puff of smoke. I can still feel her hunger, the soft skin under my claws, and the heady scent of blood in my nostrils; I can't get this woman out of my mind—pray I haven't killed her—and I have to find her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I love laughing with my daughters, class B scary movies, fine cuisine and hamburgers from Wendy's. I'm addicted to electronics, dark chocolate, vintage eyeglass frames, warm socks, have been known to drive miles for a really good cup of cappuccino. I'm a wannabe gamer--Zelda is my fave, but I'll play Mario with my grandson for hours. I am an Amazon girl all the way, baby. I LOVE my Kindle!--support Indie authors.
My favorite all-time television series are Twin Peaks and Dark Shadows. Best movies ever, 1943 A Christmas Carol and Soylent Green. Favorite authors, Stephen King and Ann Rice.
There isn't just one thing I'm passionate about. I'm married to a wonderful man, have two adult daughters, three grandsons, and three dogs. I live on fifty acres and hunt and fish. I will get up in the middle of the night to listen to the coyote sing, sit under a tin roof in the middle of a rain storm, stare at barren trees and revel in the white show surrounding them. I sew, do stained glass, paint watercolors, make jewelry, but most of all, I write. I write because I have to, and because it amuses me to live vicariously through my characters.
One's real life is so often the life
that one does not lead~~Oscar Wilde
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