Tainted Energy
Book one in the Energy Series
Book one in the Energy Series
By
Lynn Vroman
Genres:
Young Adult Fantasy
Word
count: 75k Pages: 241
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Blurb:
For
seventeen-year-old Lena, living in the trailer park with the rest of town’s
throwaways isn’t exactly paradise. Dealing with a drunken father who can't keep
his fists to himself doesn’t help matters either. The only good thing in her
life, other than track, is the mysterious man who visits her dreams, promising
to find her.
When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy. Yet as bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can’t explain it all away… until one day dream guy does find her.
Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after she was accused of treason and marked Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn on Earth into a life of suffering as punishment for her crime. However, someone else has already found her… and wants her dead. Willing to sacrifice everything, he fights to keep her safe so she can live the only life she’s ever known—even if that life doesn’t include him.
When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy. Yet as bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can’t explain it all away… until one day dream guy does find her.
Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after she was accused of treason and marked Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn on Earth into a life of suffering as punishment for her crime. However, someone else has already found her… and wants her dead. Willing to sacrifice everything, he fights to keep her safe so she can live the only life she’s ever known—even if that life doesn’t include him.
Excerpt:
Nothing annoyed me more
than crappy best friends. The type who did stupid stuff, like grab my shoulder
and scream right in my ear, "Help me, Barbara!"
I jumped and a cloud of popcorn
exploded above us. The kernels remaining in the tub I threw in Zander's face.
We sat in the back row, Night of the Living Dead on the screen.
No emergency exit signs interrupted the darkness, adding a little more to the
scare department. But Zander killed the mood as soon as the graveyard scene
popped up.
"You promised to watch, now
watch." I chucked the popcorn tub at him when he wouldn't stop laughing.
"Fine, but my hands are
stayin' in my pockets this time." He rubbed the tiny crescent-shaped marks
on his left hand. "I have no idea why you watch these things. You can't
sit through one without a week of nightmares."
"Not true. The Ring was just extra freaky."
"Ah, and so were The Shining and Paranormal Activity..." His southern accent rolled off his
tongue like sap from a maple tree. "I think you like bein' afraid all the
time."
I hated it when he was right.
"Shut up."
Fear triggered the fight-or-flight
mechanism in our brains. The signal that proved we still wanted to live. That
was my theory, anyway.
Maybe I was a masochist, but I did
like experiencing the fear. It ensured the numbness hadn't completely taken
over. Numb could be good. A takeover, though…not so good. Zander shoved that
logic in my face and smeared my nose in it every time I decided to make sure
fight or flight still worked.
"All right, but when you're
lyin' in that floating bed tonight, don't expect dream guy to save you."
"Don't worry." I slumped
in my chair, focusing on the screen. During a weak moment, and after a couple
stolen beers from Dad's case, I told Zander about Him–my dream guy with gray eyes and dimples. He acted odd
afterward, especially when I admitted what Him
always promised: I'll find you.
Yeah, Him was what I called my imaginary guy. No one ever accused me of
being creative. Point was, for the last month Zander decided to make a joke of
it. I'd never told anybody about my dreams, and I guess I should've kept it
that way.
Hey, self,
remind me again why Zander held the bestie slot? Oh, right. He was the only one who
applied for the position.
The next hour we watched in silence.
I'd seen this movie at least ten
times already, and so his concern of me mauling him never happened.
About the time Barbara annoyed
everyone in the house with her relentless Where's
Johnny question, Zander's constant slurping and ice-crunching crawled under
my skin. "It's empty."
He took one last noisy sip and
stood, blocking my view. "I'm gonna get a refill. You want one?"
"No. Christ!" I bent and
twisted to see around him while he countered every move with a grin. I didn't
want to admit it, but that grin always caused my brain to cloud. Hell, having
him within a ten-foot radius caused a huge case of head fuzz. But to be clear,
I wasn't the only mountain dweller who found that smile, or that accent, hot.
"Suit yourself. Be back in a
sec." He gathered up some empty wrappers and went out the door, creating a
quick flash of light in the room.
Once he left, it didn't take long
for the dark to fold me into its arms as the moans on the screen grew louder.
When a particularly menacing zombie ate Barbara, I let out a tiny yelp–even
though I knew it was going to happen. My face heated, and I looked around,
happy no one witnessed.
I'll go
with coward for $500, Alex.
Sinking deeper into my seat, I
watched the whole house get taken over by zombies, my heart pounding and the
hairs on my arms standing at attention. Two minutes alone and I was already
freaked out.
I gripped the armrests, stealing a
glance at the exit. My nails dug into the plastic. Leaving was the obvious
remedy, but my legs refused to walk toward the door.
A zombie eating black and white
brains filled the screen.
Screw this.
I was out of there whether my legs
were ready or not. Yes! Fight or flight
still in perfect working order.
Zander was right. I had issues.
I planted my feet on the cement
floor and tensed to run. As I hopped up, my arms refused to come with me. I
made the mistake of looking down.
What the…?
The armrests curled around my
hands, the plastic ends separating into thin, spider-like fingers. I screamed,
trying to yank my hands away, but the armrests became stronger, forming rows of
fingers that encased the whole length of my arms, burning them. Tears flooded
my vision, the pain branding my skin.
Panic turned into terror when the
theater filled with whispers that brushed through my hair like wind and hit me
in the face like an open palm. The whispering slipped into my throat when I
opened my mouth, gagging me while it pushed me back into the seat. I struggled
as the chair sucked me in and gasped for enough air to yell, the sound coming
out as a grunt.
My head stayed glued against the
seat, my scalp searing as I tried to yank it free. Then the movie stopped
playing. Total darkness swallowed me, the blackness stealing the last drops of
my courage. No matter how hard I tugged, my arms refused to pull free. I
strained to turn my head toward the exit, but it stayed nailed to the chair.
All I could do was look forward and try to relax my arms to stop the burning.
The whispers grew quieter, and the
hold it had on my head weakened when I stopped moving. I cleared my throat.
"Zander!"
My arms loosened a fraction.
"Help me!"
Teasers/Quotes:
"What about you? You immortal
or something?"
His eyes hardened, the smile
turning a little dangerous. "No, I'm just really good at staying
alive."
"You always smell like apples
and flowers." She inhaled deeper, making it hard for him to breath.
"It's our orchard." The
strain of control made his voice a whisper, and against his better judgment, he
bent to kiss the top of her head, allowing his lips to linger in the softness
of her hair.
"Our orchard? Is that where
we're going?" She craned her neck, and green eyes shot him straight in the
heart.
Mouth dry, he said, "Somewhere
better."
"I've known you for centuries…you've known me for
less than two weeks." He leaned in until our lips almost touched.
"You wanted me to see you. But,
you need to see me, too."
"I love you, Lena. Then...now...always."
Author
Bio:
Lynn
Vroman
Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her
childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. The main result that came
from honing her imagination skills was brilliantly failing algebra. Today, she
still spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down
all the cool stuff.
With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used
college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono
Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on
the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.
Website:
http://lynnvroman.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/lynn_vroman
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lynn-Vroman/e/B00O0V28CI/
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