What if one touch could unlock a
thousand memories?
Eighteen year old Claire Summers has
a rare gift she must keep secret, she's a Breather—someone who can see other
people’s memories by touching an object they’ve touched. When she stumbles
across a memory of her friend in danger, she'll do anything to help rescue him.
The problem is, her secret will be revealed. If the wrong people find out about
her ability, they’ll hunt her because Breathers are powerful weapons.
Breathless is an urban fantasy. For
those of you unfamiliar with whatever that is, it’s fantasy set in a city,
sometimes it’s in the future, sometimes present.
The story takes place in a few cities—Podunk
towns actually. Yup, there’s a road trip involved, and it’s in this awesome,
awesome ride.
Yeah, I know.
Breathless is available on Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/pbagatj
And for your reading pleasure, here’s an
excerpt:
My
shoes crushed the thick grass. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Damp, summer
air swirled around me unable to cut through the heavy fog. Headstones, cracked
and crooked, spread across the grassy hill. I’d been here before. My dreams
often brought me to this cemetery. The full moon lit my way down a familiar
path. Even though I was dreaming, I was chilly in my tank top and shorts.
I
headed toward the tallest headstone on the hill’s crest. No flowers or American
flags decorated this soul’s final resting place. I reached out, like I had the
other times I’d dreamed this, and I knew what to expect. Before I could touch
the stone, my subconscious would pull me back and I’d wake on my bouncing bed
feeling like I’d fallen from somewhere high.
The
rough stone was cool beneath my fingers.
Three
translucent figures walked away from me, passing through the untouched fog. Two
men, one held a young boy’s hand, the other followed them. The boy looked so
familiar. They walked through the headstones littering the hillside as if they
were insubstantial, and then flickered out.
My
hand jerked back. A chill skittered across my chest and spread over my whole
body leaving me with goose bumps. Heart racing, I willed myself to wake.
I
didn’t.
My chest
tightened. Was I dreaming or not? Thunder
rolled closer. I backed away from the creepy headstone and stepped on something
slippery. Arms flailing, I lost my balance. I landed in the moist grass. Pain
shot up my elbow as it connected with rock.
“Back
here. Quick.” The whisper turned my blood to ice.
“I’m
dreaming,” I said aloud since this was too freaky to be real.
“Dream?
No, sweetheart, you’re in a trance. Snap out of it or whatever it is you
Breathers do.” The stranger’s voice rasped.
I froze,
watching him inch closer. Breather? What was he talking about? My head cleared
like a fan turned on and blew the fog from my brain, and I realized my
situation. I so wasn’t dreaming. This
was real. This was real?
I faced
the stranger hiding behind a headstone and caught a glimpse of his rifle. Oh
holy night.
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