Life seemed good again. Beranger reduced my head shrinking to once a week. At the same time, he doubled sessions with Mom and Dad. But I refused to think about it. Call me an ostrich. Everyone agreed that going to the dance was another step in my recovery.
I decided to go stag rather than bury my head in the sand. Whistling Skillet’s Awake and Alive
, I crossed the driveways to the Harrison house, Alyssa shadowing me. My apprehension collided with my anticipation. CrimsonX liked dances. After busting the theft ring, CrimsonX and the Juggernauts, a rival gang, had issued an open call to war. I loved it, but it set CrimsonX on edge and they had crosshairs on trouble.
The door slid open before my finger touched the doorbell. Denny’s face lit up as he inspected—salivating a little—Alyssa’s tight black jeans, high-heeled black boots and a second-skin purple sweater. When I first saw her, my throat had grown chalky. Except for her auburn hair, she’d pass as Silver’s sister. My sister.
Oddly disconcerted, I sagged onto an ottoman in the living room. Alyssa crossed the room to check out photos on the wall above a weird medieval table with dragon legs.
“We taking the Camaro?” Denny scrubbed his hands together. “Man, I wish my parents would drop a Camaro in my lap.”
Alyssa turned, her jaw hanging. “Seriously?”
“Ah, dude.” He whacked himself upside the head. “I’m such an idiot.”
An awkward hush fizzled up to the vaulted ceiling. With a stiffness born of lingering pain, Denny sat on the floral loveseat and Alyssa sat next to him, her pinky grazing the side of his hand.
“Don’t sweat it.” I tossed a small pillow at him and he caught it before it thumped his skull. I gave him credit for trying hard to fit in. “I didn’t even want a replacement Camaro.”
“Talking cars again.” Tara glided down the staircase. Her virtual radiance unfurled a fire from my chest to my groin. Her silky voice set my heart fluttering. Douche-jerk Raymond.
The dance was informal, but she wore a short black skirt, a flowing pinkish blouse, tall black boots over black tights. Everything in the room vanished, except Tara. Stars exploded inside me, warm and tingly tumbling around the two of us.
My jaw seemed to thud on top of my best Nikes. “Sure you don’t want to go with me?”
As she descended the last step, her arm brushed against the back of my hand. Static burst between us and we both jumped a little, blinked back our surprise. We stood there, absorbing the heat of electricity.
Alyssa waved her hand between us. “Hello! Anyone home?”
I leaned around Alyssa. “Be careful with Raymond,” I murmured to Tara. When her brow crinkled, I added, “He used to date Silver. There’s a reason she dumped him.”
About the Author
After bemoaning the lack of young adult books to read, Erin wrote her first novel at the age of eighteen hoping to shift the tide. Then everyday life took its toll on her writerly dreams until 2003 when she couldn’t ignore the writing bug any longer. By then, she had immersed herself in reading adult fantasy and romance novels. Writing paranormal & fantasy romance was a no brainer. Erin has published two adult romance novels: CHASING SHADOWS, a paranormal romantic suspense (EPPIE award finalist and Night Owl Romance 5-Star Top Pick) and WICKED PARADISE, a fantasy romance, released in August 2012. Erin will finally realize her lifelong dream of publishing a young adult novel when VIGILANTE NIGHTS debuts in July 2013.
Erin Richards lives in Northern California. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, photography, and American muscle cars.
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