Something Wicked
by Renee Harrell
SYNOPSIS:
Reeling from a nasty break-up, Ann Lippens isn’t ready
for a new relationship, even with someone as attractive as Cody Rhodes. When
she rejects Cody's advances, the musician turns his attention to Ann's best
friend, Kim.
Kim
couldn't be happier. Cody is charming and mysterious, talented and sexy as
hell. Who wouldn’t want to be at his side?
Within
days, Kim is changing her appearance and behavior to please her new boyfriend.
Ann soon discovers that Cody is the near-twin of a dead rock star named Bobby
Winters. Winters had a dark and troubled history until his fiery demise.
Bobby's string of girlfriends all died early, suspicious deaths.
Discovering
the secret timetable for Kim's murder, Ann realizes she's the only one who can
stop it. But it's not Kim who Cody truly wants....
RENEE SAYS:
When my partner, Harrell, and I finished
writing the first draft of our story, I felt something was missing. We’d
written a novel with a high school-aged protagonist – Ann Lippens is our take
on a less secure, more body-conscious, Nancy Drew – but the tale had taken an edgy turn. We needed an opening that offered a
hint at the darkness to come.
A
few days later, we’d plotted the story’s prologue. We know a lot of readers
can’t stand prologues (or epilogues) and routinely skip over them. I certainly
hope they read this one…
EXCERPT:
Far below
them, the sea splashed against a row of jagged rocks. The ocean roared up at
her.
"Isn't
this beautiful?" he said.
The warmth
of his breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. She turned to see
him smiling.
For the
first time in days, he appeared relaxed and happy.
"Yes.
Yes, so beautiful!” Here at the cliff's edge, with the blue sea beneath her,
everything seemed fresher, brighter. Her spirits lifted.
He asked
her a question, his words snatched away by the sound of the ocean.
"What?"
she shouted.
Irritated,
he started to speak before changing his mind. He swept his arm out, his hand
extended.
She
reached out to him. When she did, he gathered her in his embrace. Pressing a hand on the small of her back, he began to sway.
He wants to dance, she thought.
He'd
danced with her before but only once, the night they'd met. Now, he moved
smoothly along the cliff's dirt surface. She matched his steps, content to
follow his expert guidance.
It was
romantic in a weird kind of way. Not a typical date, not by a long shot. After
all, how many girls could say they’d slow-danced on Kraken's Peak?
She would
remember this afternoon for
the rest of her life.
He
murmured as they danced. She strained to make out his words. A moment later,
she realized there weren’t any words to be heard.
He was
humming.
She
recognized the tune. She didn’t like the song – Not that I’m going to tell him – but it was his favorite. He'd
played it for her, more than once.
With a
flourish, he ended the dance. He bowed to her.
As he
straightened, she hugged him tightly. "This is perfect," she said
into his ear.
"No."
He studied her, from her red hair to the green patchwork jumper that brushed
lightly against her hips. “Not yet.”
He yanked
the heart-shaped locket from her neck. Staggering as the chain ripped through
her hair and over her head, she caught herself
at the very edge of the cliff. Beneath her shoes, tiny stones spilled into the
void, tumbling into space.
She tried
to step forward. He put a hand out to stop her, scorn in his eyes.
"Bye,"
he mouthed, his open hand shoving against her chest.
Flailing
her arms desperately, her feet slid on the loose
soil. She tried to regain her balance, grasping blindly for anything to stop
her descent.
Screaming,
she dropped over the edge of the cliff.
He watched
as she fell. Her cry was lost in the thunder of the waves as they smashed into
the rocks below.
"Things
weren't perfect." He wrapped the chain of the locket around his fist.
"Things couldn't be perfect because you
weren't perfect. You could never replace the woman I loved.
“I have to
get her back.”
FIND OUT MORE:
"Renée Harrell" is the semi-pseudonym of Renée and Harrell Turner, a wife-and-husband writing team. Although we primarily write YA fiction, we've dabbled in science fiction (Aly's Luck and After Things Went Bad), teleplays (Bill Shakespeare's Next Big Mistake) and humorous mystery (Frankenstein, P.I.).
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