with me. A shockwave rippled down my spine and against my will, my defenses started to peel away. The corners of his mouth curved into a tiny smile.
Becca held out her hand to shake his. Instead of meeting her half way, he took a step back. There was something unsettling in his manner, a rigidity in his expression that made me think he was as wary of us as I was of him.
"My family might be moving in around the corner and my dad's inspecting a house. Do you have a flashlight he can borrow? He wants to take a look at the attic."
His voice was deep and disturbingly alluring. I couldn't get an energy read on this stranger, but my B.S. meter was throwing up red flags.
"Oh, really. A flashlight?" My voice quivered with sarcasm.
Becca nudged in front of me. "Pardon my friend, she was just released from a mental institution and is readjusting to civilization."
He smiled at this. "I’m Connor. Connor McCabe."
"Hellooooo Connor. I’m Becca. I live across the street. See that house? The blue one with the Mercedes in the driveway?"
We all turned to admire the house overlooking the city.
"I bet you have a great view," he said.
"It’s even better from the pool. Come on, I’ll show you."
"Maybe some other time." He turned to me. "And you are?"
My energy swirled. The shrub flanking the stairway shook. Next to it, a stem from the potted vine strained to touch my arm. Great. Here I was shaking with fear and yet my aura was pulsing with attraction.
I stepped away from the plants. Narrowed my eyes and lifted my chin.
"Echo Bennett," I said, and I swear relief crossed his face.
"It’s nice to meet you." Under his piercing gaze I dropped my eyes and shuffled my feet. "Both of you." I got the impression he added this to take the pressure off me.
"Where are you moving from?" Becca asked.
"South of here. Califor…nia," he stumbled over the word.
"L.A.?"
"Yes."
"So, you'll be going to Lincoln High?"
"As a senior," he said.
While Becca flirted, the guy stole long glances at me, like he was soaking in my every detail. I checked him out, too. His tennis shoes were a brand I wasn't familiar with. My chest fluttered at the way his faded jeans skimmed along his strong thighs.
My eyes drew upward. And my jaw dropped.
Where he'd appeared solid before, parts of him were fading. I gaped at his hand. It had become transparent and I could see right through it.
*****
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About the Author
Skye Genaro's fascination with psychics and other gifted individuals was sparked when her own clairvoyant and clairaudient abilities began to grow. She is writing a series of short stories and novels featuring characters with paranormal gifts.
Skye lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, and takes every chance to escape the city and visit the ocean. She has written movie scripts, one of which is working its way through that entertainment industry labyrinth called "development."
You can find her online at [email protected] or http://skyegenaro.com/ .
Becca held out her hand to shake his. Instead of meeting her half way, he took a step back. There was something unsettling in his manner, a rigidity in his expression that made me think he was as wary of us as I was of him.
"My family might be moving in around the corner and my dad's inspecting a house. Do you have a flashlight he can borrow? He wants to take a look at the attic."
His voice was deep and disturbingly alluring. I couldn't get an energy read on this stranger, but my B.S. meter was throwing up red flags.
"Oh, really. A flashlight?" My voice quivered with sarcasm.
Becca nudged in front of me. "Pardon my friend, she was just released from a mental institution and is readjusting to civilization."
He smiled at this. "I’m Connor. Connor McCabe."
"Hellooooo Connor. I’m Becca. I live across the street. See that house? The blue one with the Mercedes in the driveway?"
We all turned to admire the house overlooking the city.
"I bet you have a great view," he said.
"It’s even better from the pool. Come on, I’ll show you."
"Maybe some other time." He turned to me. "And you are?"
My energy swirled. The shrub flanking the stairway shook. Next to it, a stem from the potted vine strained to touch my arm. Great. Here I was shaking with fear and yet my aura was pulsing with attraction.
I stepped away from the plants. Narrowed my eyes and lifted my chin.
"Echo Bennett," I said, and I swear relief crossed his face.
"It’s nice to meet you." Under his piercing gaze I dropped my eyes and shuffled my feet. "Both of you." I got the impression he added this to take the pressure off me.
"Where are you moving from?" Becca asked.
"South of here. Califor…nia," he stumbled over the word.
"L.A.?"
"Yes."
"So, you'll be going to Lincoln High?"
"As a senior," he said.
While Becca flirted, the guy stole long glances at me, like he was soaking in my every detail. I checked him out, too. His tennis shoes were a brand I wasn't familiar with. My chest fluttered at the way his faded jeans skimmed along his strong thighs.
My eyes drew upward. And my jaw dropped.
Where he'd appeared solid before, parts of him were fading. I gaped at his hand. It had become transparent and I could see right through it.
*****
If you enjoyed Supernatural Summer, please:
Lend the book. This book is lendable, so please share it with a friend.
Spread the word. Post a review telling others why you enjoyed this story. Here are a few great communities for sharing reviews:
http://store.kobobooks.com
http://www.goodreads.com
Or the retailer website where you purchased the book.
Get in touch. Would you like to Skype with Skye Genaro to talk about her books? Or arrange a discussion with her and your book club or classmates? Send her an email at [email protected] .
What's next? If you want to know when my next book is out, you can sign up for my newsletter on my website http://skyegenaro.com/
*****
About the Author
Skye Genaro's fascination with psychics and other gifted individuals was sparked when her own clairvoyant and clairaudient abilities began to grow. She is writing a series of short stories and novels featuring characters with paranormal gifts.
Skye lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, and takes every chance to escape the city and visit the ocean. She has written movie scripts, one of which is working its way through that entertainment industry labyrinth called "development."
You can find her online at [email protected] or http://skyegenaro.com/ .
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