This is a sneak peek at one of my work in progress novellas I am working on. I am doing this one for Camp NaNoWriMo and just hit 30,000 words. I started it a couple of months ago and my goal was to write 500 words a day, which hasn’t been possible with my crazy life and lack of motivation and lack of self-discipline. But I’ll figure it out.
Here is a bit of a synopsis so far. Because I don’t plan ahead it’s pretty terrible. Just a warning.
Elaine Wallaby lives in a small town where everyone knows each other and gossip spreads like wildfire. So when Flynn Reynolds returns to her high school all sorts of rumors fly. Flynn keeps to himself so none of the rumors can be confirmed or denied.
One day Elaine runs into Flynn. It starts off a set of events and reactions that shake up the world Elaine once knew and throws her headfirst into a world of paranormal creatures and danger. She learns that not everything is as it seems, and she has an uncanny connection to Flynn that, try as she might, she can’t fight. The only problem? She’s human and is the weak link in Flynn’s powerful community, which puts her in danger of falling into the wrong hands and losing her life.
Will she survive the danger? Will she survive the rumors going around town and her new reputation?
Here is an excerpt from what I have so far:
“What are you?” Gina piped in. Flynn’s eyes flashed yellow as they stared at me for a moment, and I heard Chris’s sharp inhale. I couldn’t help but think those eyes were directed toward me. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to share my theories or what I had seen. I felt insanely guilty, even though he had never sworn me to silence.
A faint phrase tugged at my mind, barely there. Not a memory, but in Flynn’s voice. I don’t want my business aired out with everyone else’s dirty laundry. I may have made a colossal mistake. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I shouldn’t have shared my theories.” I said, in a small whisper.
Flynn’s eyes were still yellow, but my apology seemed to placate him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again they were his normal color again. He focused his attention on Gina.
“Frankly, that is none of your business. And I wouldn’t go looking in to it either. I don’t think you realize how dangerous this is. If you knew the answer to the question, you quite possibly could be killed for knowing.” His voice was harsh and cold. All of us lowered our eyes in shame. In this case, it seemed, curiosity really could kill the cat.
“And as for you,” he said, his voice still harsh, but not quite as cold. I couldn’t meet his eyes. He pulled up my chin with his hand, forcing me to look at him and spreading tingles and heat to my face. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. If the wrong people get wind of your theories, you could get seriously hurt, or even killed. And I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. So no more sharing, okay?”
I nodded as much as was possible with his grip on my chin. He gave a small smile and let go, the tingles disappearing with his touch. Was it just me, or did the tingles get stronger every time he touched me? It must be a trick of my imagination. The tingles were probably some weird sort of sensation analogous to butterflies in the stomach. A nervous reaction. They didn’t mean I was attracted to him. Because I wasn’t.