Thursday, 9 June 2016
TAKE A RIDE WITH ANNA KYLE!
Anna Kyle wrote her first story at age 12 on an old manual typewriter, and though the technology has changed, she hasn’t stopped since. She lives in the Midwest surrounded by family and friends and dogs and horses. They’ve forgiven her (mostly) when they appear in her stories. She reads everything she can get her hands on, but romances, especially paranormals, are her favorite. Vampires, humans, Fae, shapeshifters, or demons, it doesn’t matter—Anna’s heart goes pitter-pat for the Happily Ever After. Hot heroes + strong, funny heroines = awesome.
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“I like him, Tabs.”
“You know nothing about him.” Cass was unprepared for the jagged lick of jealousy as the old boyfriend possibility became suddenly real. She clenched her hands into fists into her lap and bowed her head as she imagined Tabitha running her fingers through Nathan’s hair.
“You know him then,” she said, steeling herself.
“No. But I know men like him,” Tabitha responded, her voice flat, angry. Cass sighed in relief, relaxed her hands and looked up at her friend who was staring off into the distance, frowning. “Dangerous, selfish, arrogant, cold.” She turned to look at her.
“You have nothing in common. Zero. He would destroy you.”
“Destroy me,” Cass scoffed.
“Listen, drama queen. Guy was shaking when he bandaged me. So he’s sensitive. He helped us out today on no notice. So he’s nice. And we both don’t like blood, so there. That’s one thing in common.” Tabitha barked a loud humorless laugh.
“Guys like him bathe in blood.” Cass stared at Tabitha, mouth open. Tabitha blinked then smiled ruefully.
“Okay, that was a little drama-queenie.”
“And super disgusting.” Tabitha grinned now.
“Yeah, that too.” She held out her index finger toward Cass.
“Agree to disagree?” Cass nodded and stretched her own finger to Tabitha’s for a second.
“Just . . . be careful. I’m worried about you. You need to eat. You need to sleep. You need to take care of yourself. This whole thing,” she gestured widely, her voice catching, “falls apart without you.”
Cass’s eyes burned at her friend’s concern for her. She nodded.
“You're right. I know. The nightmares will go away.” Who will die this time?
“They did before.” Only because I ran. Cass looked out over her grounds of her tiny kingdom spread before them, not believing her own words and unable to look at Tabitha. Cass knew the truth; death was coming.