Sneaky Peek #3 from my upcoming novel, FOR YOUR HEART (Coming October 31, 2013) Check out the description on Goodreads. If you love it, mark it on your to-be-read list and tell your friends!
“You know, Lovely, you shouldn’t have run from me yesterday.”Freezing, I look up. Green Man is sitting on the window sill, his long, raven-black hair outlining him like a death shroud.Instinct kicks in and I turn to flee, but he magically appears in front of me, his massive body blocking the door. He flashes a dark smirk. “There really is no need to run.”I backpedal until my butt hits a sink. Dread leaks to my toes, making my bones feel like linguini. Good thing I already went to the bathroom because I’d be peeing my pants in terror right now. Slapping my hands over my eyes, I start that age old manta, “You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real.”“Aren’t I?” He’s so close I feel his breath on my face, sense his body on the tips of the tiny hairs on my face. “Shall I convince you I am real?”I peek between my fingers. He’s there. He’s lost his Ren Faire garb and is dressed in a school uniform – which is weird – and his handsome face is near enough that too deep a breath would bring his nose to mine. I lean backward until I’m practically sitting in the sink. I want to turn away, to run, but he has his hands planted on both sides of me.What do I do? How do I make him go away? Am I psychotic? Schizophrenic? Should I even be talking to him? Does humoring hallucinations make psychosis better or worse? Maybe if I can figure out what he wants, he’ll go away?I struggle for my voice. “W-what do you want?”He takes a step back, giving me room to breathe. “Just to talk.” He gestures toward my half tucked in shirt. “Please continue with your business.”I ignore his prompt and back around the first sink. “T-talk? Y-you’re not going to hurt me?”He cocks his head and raises his hands. “I don’t have any weapons.”Glancing at his big paws, I say, “You don’t need weapons.”He shoves his fingers into his pockets. “I’m only here to talk.” He circles me. I try to spin to keep tabs on him, but he’s back on the sill before I see him move. He’s quick. Unnaturally so. With reflexes that fast, he certainly could’ve done anything he wanted to me already.“H-how do I know you won’t hurt me?”“You have my word. I won’t hurt you.” He shrugs. “For now.”I swallow the massive lump in my throat. “For now?”He smirks. “For now.”