Following are excerpts from each of my young adult novels.
EDGE of ESCAPE - Emotionally impaired yet clever, Eddie obsesses over pretty Rebecca. He drugs her, abducts her and locks her away. She escapes, but that is part of his plan as he pretends to be her knight in shining armor. Will she accept his special devotion or reject his fragile love? Stalking gets a sympathetic twist in this story of fixation and fear. Here is an excerpt:
Edge of Escape
Chapter 1
Mmm. Sleep. She took an involuntary sniff through her nose and made an audible sigh out her mouth, loud enough to pull her almost all the way up from the strangest dream. It was a soft nightmare, not scary but very unpleasant. Weird, the way dreams sometimes are. She rolled to her right and jerked herself completely awake. The room was pitch black but her eyes were wide and searching. Her left wrist seemed tethered to the side of the bed. She reached with her right hand and felt blindly from her wrist to a cold metal pole. She was handcuffed. Panicking, she rattled the pole and started to scream. The screams turned to grunts and groans as she struggled with the shackles. She paused to listen, holding her breath. Nothing. Still pitch black. There were faint sounds from somewhere. Far away expressway noises, a breeze through tall trees, closer crickets. But no house sounds, no refrigerator hum, no creaks, no ticking clock. She let out her breath and tried to calm herself. She was fully clothed but shoeless. Her watch was gone. She pulled her legs up under herself for leverage and started to stand, intending to rip her wrist restraint free of the metal. She placed the chain links in her left hand and grabbed the wrist metal with her right. She braced herself, tilted her head upwards, gritted her teeth and straightened her legs fast. Her head met an unexpectedly low ceiling hard enough to knock her back into the soft nightmare.
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“Is she awake?” the nurse asked. A handsome man was hovering over the young woman’s bandaged body, continually checking the monitors and lightly kissing her cheeks, her right hand, and her forehead.
“She’s been moaning and her eyes fluttered once. I’ve been squeezing her hand but there’s no response.” He touched her face again, “Come on, Becca, wake up.”
The nurse scanned the chart again. Rebecca MacPherson, 18, unmarried. And what a hunk of man at her bedside. The nurse admired his devotion. He had not left her side in the 36 or so hours that the unconscious girl had lain there. Her injuries did not appear severe though her left wrist was bandaged. There was a lump on her forehead, which must have hurt, but the patient was unaware of pain and oblivious to her surroundings. The nurse checked the monitors and frowned. Rebecca should have awakened by now. She didn’t want the guy to worry any more than he already was so she smiled at him and gave him an encouraging thumbs up sign. “She’ll awake soon. Everything looks fine.”
She headed for the door and glanced back. Such a handsome young man, she thought. No matter the age, the good ones are always taken.
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Rebecca was unconscious for only a few minutes but she had no way of knowing that. It was still pitch black in the low ceilinged room. This time she was more cautious. She felt around first with her feet and then with her free arm, stretching and twisting in order to get as clear an idea of her position as possible. All the way to the right she could feel the side of the bed. She could dangle her feet over the side and outwards three feet but could not feel anything solid. The top of the bed had a crib-like railing instead of a headboard and when she stuck her right arm through the slats there was no wall immediately behind it. She clicked her fingers in an effort to sense the space as if she had sonar abilities. She even squeezed her eyes tightly shut to concentrate on her hearing. She guessed that the wall was near, maybe a couple of feet away. She reached up and felt again the low ceiling. Rebecca was only 5 feet two inches tall and identifying ceiling textures was not on the list of things a short girl like her would do, but this felt like concrete, more like a basement floor than a ceiling. No wonder I knocked myself out, she thought, raising her fingers to her forehead. Whoa. She had a huge knot above her eyebrow, tender to the touch.
She continued her blind search, first feeling with her feet down the left side of the bed beneath the metal pole. There was a horizontal pole along the bottom of the mattress, then nothing. She couldn’t feel the floor. She placed both hands on the pole and lowered herself. Still no floor. She was dangling like a kid on a trapeze. She pressed one bare foot against the pole and made a 180-degree arc with the other. Her big toe grazed something hard and smooth. Glass, she thought, a window. She changed position and used her other foot, stretching harder and scraping with her toenail. A sliver of gray night bled through the blackened window. She continued to stretch and scrape until her muscles ached and her cuffed wrist bled.
Exhausted, she pulled her body back onto the mattress. She tilted her head toward the window and tried to think. The last thing she remembered was shopping with her friend, Sarah, and feeling a little nauseated from an ice cream drink. She was walking alone down a corridor to the restrooms when … what? Obviously I’ve been abducted, she thought. She had been suppressing this thought since the moment she awakened. Rebecca was stronger than her small frame indicated, physically and mentally. She was an iron-willed person, always wanting to be in control, and always the center of attention.
Her stomach growled and she realized she needed to go to the bathroom as well. She refused to acknowledge the chilling fear that was creeping up her spine and instead stared at the window, at the gray strips of light that were appearing to brighten. She worked the handcuffs along the pole and reached further but still nothing. She twisted until she could get her head over the bedside and then she vomited. Time to cry. The frustration and fear, the handcuffs and the darkness were overwhelming. Rebecca wept.
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SHELTERED - High school junior, Ben, hacks
into his step-father's real estate holdings and provides rooms in an old
two-story house to various outcasts: the schizophrenic kid, the angry Goth
girl, and the homeless girl who worships him. When Megan needs a place to live
she comes to the rooming house with a different set of problems and the ability
to confuse and attract Ben.
One by one strange and mysterious
occurrences stretch the teens’ beliefs in the supernatural. How they deal with
demons, real and imagined, has tragic as well as redeeming consequences.
Here is an excerpt:
Emily knew the precise moment
that Ben returned, she felt him in her scars. She watched him carry some things
to the house, heard the door close; she smiled when she heard him call out that
Santa was here. He did that once before, in early December, insisting that she
accept the gift he held out, not wanting her to wait until Christmas to use the
mittens he knew she needed.
She went toward her door now,
wondered what he had brought, and then heard Megan’s voice below. Oh no, he
probably brought something for her. She scuttled back to her nest by the window
and stared outside, was still staring fifteen minutes later when she saw them
walk down the street, Ben shouldering a shovel, his other hand knotted with
Megan’s.
She touched the skin on her
arms, lightly at first, making it tingle. The image of Ben with Megan
multiplied across her mind in broken mirrors, a repugnant picture that
reflected her own self-loathing. She scratched at her scabs, felt the pricks of
pain force away the ticklish sensations. She closed her eyes.
When she opened them she saw a
figure standing at her door.
“Who–?” she started, but the
figment waned to less than a shadow. Still, though, there was something at her
door.
She rose slowly and held her
hand out.
Its face was more womanly now,
friendly, motherly. Yes, she knew this face. Its pearly white skin so shocking
against the ruby lips, the stringy hair a match to her own. Her mother.
She stretched her fingers
toward the face. The hallucination faded then sharpened. The eyes began to
blaze. She drew her hands back to her own face. What’s wrong with me? The delusion grieved Emily; all around her
fluttered a longing.
And a deadly fear.
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THE GUARDIAN'S DIARY - 17 year old Jedidiah was born with a gruesome deformity that
causes him to drag his foot. He embraces the nickname Dragonfoot and sets his
goal to become a champion skateboarder, but amputation, a mission trip to Peru,
and two girls that God puts in his path challenge his dream.
Here's an excerpt:
It took Jedidiah a moment to distinguish the little cry from
the other evening jungle noises. He had become oblivious to the buzzing of the
large insects, the bird calls, the monkey screams and various other recurring
sounds. Now he could pick out the sharp cries of the hungry baby. And something
else.
“It’s the river,” Allison said. “We’re almost to the river.
They’re going to cross. Oh, Jeddy, I just remembered – there are piranhas!” She
dropped her arms and pushed past him.
They chased after the sound of crying and doubled their
pace. The extra effort made Jedidiah cry out; he felt the warmth of blood as
the sores on his leg broke open.
“There!” Allison screamed.
The chief was carrying Domingo on his shoulders and was
using a stick and his machete as canes for balance. He was more than halfway
across the river. Twenty feet behind him was Chaska. She held the basket on her
head, balancing it with one hand while she used a stick to beat the waters
around her.
Allison started screaming at her. The woman turned, lost her
balance and dropped the basket with its precious contents into the dangerous water.
Allison plunged in as Chaska grabbed hold of the basket and threatened to tip
it. Allison froze. Then Chaska started screaming in terror.
She pushed the basket away and turned for the other shore.
Chaska emerged on the far side of the river; the chief pulled her the last few
yards. Lines of blood streaked down her bare legs.
Suddenly Allison screamed in panic and pain as tiny sharp
teeth started to rip her flesh.
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