Ally Rodriguez doesn’t daydream about prom, first kisses, or
midnight strolls on the beach. When skin contact has the power to immerse you
in visions that will eventually strip your sanity and leave you in a world
where you can’t tell flashbacks from reality, you don’t dream of being touched
But Ally’s fear of touch takes a back seat when detectives
discover the body of a classmate dumped in the orange groves. With no suspects
or leads, the entire school is spooked and a bully decides Ally is going to be
his next outlet, but testing the limits of her no-touch-attitude is the wrong
move. During the struggle Ally has a vision and accidentally shoves it back
into him, knocking him unconscious. When the green-eyed god of baseball, Eric
Nichols, tries to break it up, he catches a glimpse of the vision and is
determined to find the truth about what he saw. His new mission brings them
closer than Ally imagined possible, forcing her to question everything she
thought she knew about her ability, like how and why Eric can see the visions,
and why they can sometimes touch without her seeing a vision at all. But when a
video of Ally having a flashback lands on the cell phone of Eric’s dad, the
lead detective in the murder case, he pieces together the truth and reveals a
family secret in order to enlist her help in finding the killer.
All she has to do is touch the body.
Touching Darkness, a YA Mystery, is a stand-alone novel with
series potential. It is complete at 80,000 words and will appeal to fans of
Kimberly Derting’s The Body Finder.
My Romance novella, “One Last Shot”, is contracted for an October release with
I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have sat in my
chair, ducked my head, and ignored the fact that Kyle Pollard was being a
complete a** for no reason…again. But there was something in the look on
Shane’s face; fear was part of it, but there was more. Impotent rage. That
feeling that no matter how mad Shane got, he would never be able to retaliate;
a feeling I knew all too well. Girls with secrets don’t make so much as a
ripple in the glassy surface of their peers’ awareness and they sure as h*** don’t
make a tidal wave by mouthing off to a jerk. Shane obviously agreed that
cowering in the shadows was better than bleeding in the spotlight, but the smug
satisfaction in Kyle’s eyes pierced something inside me and I was on my feet
before I knew what happened.
“What did you say?” Kyle asked.
Sweat erupted from my pores, but it was too late to walk
away. “Why can’t you just leave people the h*** alone?” My heart threatened to
explode; words continued to spew. “If you spent half as much time paying
attention in class as you do harassing everyone else maybe you wouldn’t be
taking this class for the third freaking time.” D*** it felt good to be on the
giving end for once.
Kyle’s eyes widened then narrowed into the glare of a
predator aching to pounce. His fists shook at his sides. No one so much as
breathed, much less moved to intervene.