What happens when a major earthquake changes life as
you know it and the boy you thought you hated ends up saving you? Three
Courtland Reese is the guy everyone hates and makes fun
of because … well, he is weird. He communicates with animals. Strange or
interesting, seventeen-year-old Adela Castielle can’t quite figure out,
but when he saves her from being trampled by her own horse, she begins
to understand him a little better and wants to learn more about him.
But, Max--her best friend/dream
Courtland with a passion. Adela wants to know why, except neither boy is
talking. When Max leaves her stranded in his parents' wine cave with
his worst enemy, Courtland, after what the experts are calling a
“megathrust” earthquake, Adela starts to question her loyalty to Max as
steamy kisses in a dark damp cellar only fuel her emotions with more
conflict. But does she really have time to worry about that when fire,
destruction and mayhem surround her?
what would you do if you were stuck in the middle? One person new and interesting, and another old and familiar. You have feeligs for both but are having a very hard time sorting them out and picking which one means more.
Now throw in disasters all around you.....earthquakes, fire and more and get yourself stuck somewhere with one of those guys who the other can't stand, and toss in some steamy situations....what would you do?
Well for Adela this is what happens. She has feelings for both Courtland and max and can't figure out her feelings. She can't decide which means more to her but after being left alone with Courtland in a cabin things happen that may or may not shift the balance.
I am so not telling you how it ends or even if it does.....I am however going to say that you WANT to read this book. You really do It will have you on the edge wondering then emotions flying when things are answered that are blowing in your mind.
I daydream often. If I didn't
write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and
weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters
sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would
frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my
vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and
co-directing my sixth-grade class play--a dreadful disaster; though not
from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.
craft of writing, although dormant for years, never really left me. Many
years later, and with the help of technology, I let my imagination run
Born in a small town in Pennsylvania, I enjoy writing
about characters living in small quaint towns. I tend to lean toward
the unusual and spooky. I read all genres but I love reading paranormal
romance and like writing in that genre.
My paranormal playing
field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and
werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a
novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the
bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with
extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood
I live in Northern California with my very romantic
husband, my small yippy dog, Riley, and my humungous black cat, Saké. My
family consists of his and her children; four wonderful sons, one
beautiful daughter, and seven grandchildren. My greatest love in life is
my family and those large and ever growing holiday dinners.
I enjoy traveling. I hate running, but do it once in a while. Reading and writing are my favorite pastimes.
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Courtland stood, the legs of his chair scraped along the floor and the
back of his knees pushed it out of the way of his tall frame. His dark
green hoodie hung loose and unzipped, his jeans sat low on his waist.
His hair was slicked back away from his face, different from the normal
way it usually fell over his forehead, giving him the appearance of an
ancient Native American warrior. If I wasn’t already in love with Max
and Court hadn’t been so mean to me the other day, I might actually
think he was hot, the way he walked up to get the book without saying a
word, his gait easy but cautious as he sauntered past Max’s desk. One
never knew what Max might do and Courtland had been the brunt of his
antics more than once.
“Stop by the library on your way back and
pick up a couple of the books they have on earthquake preparedness.
There should be a good selection on the subject. Ask Mrs. Snow to help
you; she’ll steer you in the right direction.”
Courtland strolled out of the room while Mr. Montgomery continued his talk about earthquakes.
I felt sorry for Courtland, the way some of the kids made fun of his
keen intuition with animals. This morning, I was still too mad at him to
care much about that, though. My mind wandered back to Big Blue. I
really wanted to ride him—maybe today would be a good time to do it. If
Max rode with me, Courtland might stay clear. I scribbled a quick note
in my binder, ripped the page out, folded it into a little square and
handed it to Max while Mr. Montgomery wrote something on the board. He
read it and folded it back up before sticking it under his history book.
After flashing a smile at me, he nodded.
I sat doodling on the
paper in front of me, making little swirling designs I thought might
look good on a book cover, half listening to Mr. Montgomery when I felt a
brush of material glide over my arm. I looked up to see Courtland as he
strolled past me, back from his trip to the office.
All of a sudden, my desk jolted
no electricity, I could barely make out the two figures standing by the
door to the cellar. If not for the half moon, I would not have been
able to see them at all. I stepped up to them and realized they were
staring up at the sky and my eyes naturally followed their gaze. I had
never seen such an awesome sight. Without any city lights for miles and
miles, the stars in the sky were unusually bright and plentiful. A truly
“Wow,” I whispered, standing between Max and
Court. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Court’s focus change and
he stared down at me. There was something strange about the way his eyes
bored into me, as if he could see into my soul. I waited for him to
look away but he held his gaze on me while I pretended to marvel at the
sky. I’d never seen him stare at me that way before and I got nervous.
My fingers fidgeted with each other and I clamped two of them in my
other hand to steady them. If I hadn’t known better, I never would have
guessed in a million years he had injuries. His eyes stayed fixed on me
with an intense tenderness I had never seen from a boy before. Maybe
Courtland Reese wasn’t so bad after all. Standing between the two of
them in all their glorious hotness had my stomach doing flip-flops. I
knew it was wrong to think these things under the circumstances, but
maybe my mind just needed the distraction … or confusion. I loved Max,
but I was beginning to like Courtland too. Man, I was in so much
“I’m so sorry, Adela. I’m so
sorry.” His soft voice barely registered in my ear while he stroked his
hand over my head, trying to comfort me. I didn’t want comfort. I wanted
to find my mom. I wanted her arms around me, rocking me the way she did
whenever I became upset or sick. My legs buckled under me, and I
collapsed to the ground. Max held on and sank down with me. We sat on
the pile of my broken home. “I’m pretty sure she’s not here.” He
continued, “I think she went to Sacramento with your dad.”
I sniffled, hoping Max was right. I knew we couldn’t search through this on our own. I just wanted to try.
don’t know how long we sat there while I leaned against Max’s
chest—could have been a few seconds, could have been a few minutes. It
felt like hours. I dried my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweater but
couldn’t lift my head from the comfort of Max’s embrace.
thought about how I’d just used my sweater to wipe my tears and nose and
sighed as I sniffled. Speaking softly into Max’s shirt, I said, “My mom
would cringe if she saw me do that. She’d say, ‘Adela, stop, get a
tissue. You’re going to ruin your sweater.’”
“Ah, you’re right, she would. Are you going to be okay?”
but what choice do I have? I can only pray she’s with my dad and
they’re okay—and hope Ambrosia and Aaron survived. We need to find
“Right. First let’s find something for your hand.”
look.” He placed his fingers around my wrist, turning my hand over;
blood covered my entire palm. I stared at my blood-soaked hand as if it
belonged to someone else. “When did I do this?”
“You fell when you were running toward the sweater.”
“Oh yeah, right, I fell.” I shrugged. “There’s a lot of blood, but it doesn’t hurt.”
will once the shock wears off.” He found a small dishtowel under the
ramshackle pile of debris in the kitchen area and wrapped the soft cloth
around my hand, tying a knot at the backside. “That should be tight
enough to stop the bleeding. Let’s go to my house. My folks can help
An explosion burst through the air
and I almost jumped out of my skin. I turned toward the noise and
stared in horror at the sight of the Arco gas station completely
engulfed in flames. The fire immediately spread into a clump of trees
between the station and the half-demolished grocery store about six feet
from where Max stood.
“Max!” I screamed and leaped up forgetting about the clenching in my stomach.
hurried back and grabbed my hand again. We ran, hopping over broken
brick, concrete, glass, and wood from collapsed buildings, swerving
between and around abandoned cars stopped or smashed along the road. Max
never let go of my hand. Trees and buildings consumed in flames
glowered around us, the heat almost too much to bear. The scent of gas
permeated the air along with the muck of smoke and debris. Water spewed
up from a broken fire hydrant, knocked on its side by the delivery truck
now perched on top of it and I gasped at the sight of a bloodied man’s
head hanging out the window.
I wanted to be home more than
anything now. Did we even have a home? Were my mom and dad okay? The
twins? What about Big Blue? I fought back tears, trying to convince
myself they were all fine and probably wondering where I was. I squeezed
my eyes shut to picture my mom pacing the living room, worrying and
telling my dad they needed to find me.
All of a sudden, we
stopped running. I glanced up to see why and gaped with horror at the
road in front of us. The broken asphalt had buckled into a pile about
twelve feet high, obstructing our way. The crumbled debris from the
buildings on both sides blocked the entire area. With the newly formed
abyss in front of us and the out-of-control inferno behind us closing in
fast, we were trapped.
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