WW4BB Presents: Author Daylight Spotlight with JL Madore

 

I got to interview an incredible woman and wonderful author JL Madore. I have had the wonderful pleasure of reading both of her books and have loved each one! both are unique and inspired and both different yet have the same warm heartfelt messages of home family and love.

make sure to check out Blaze Ignites and Ursa Unearthed today! you won't regret it!

Q: Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and what made you delve into the world of writing?

As my two children neared high-school age, I worried that the fast-paced, consumerist lifestyle of North America was all they knew, so we decided to move to Panama, Central America for a family adventure. We leased a bed & breakfast and were in the process of establishing a wildlife sanctuary when the world economy crashed and tourism ground to a halt. Lying in a hammock in the Panamanian rainforest with no business was no hardship, though, for that was where I found my inspiration for writing.

Q: Can you please tell us a little about your books Blaze Ignites and Ursa Unearthed and what inspired you write them?

I've always loved stories with Elves, (Elf Quest was my first series I ever read), even before Orlando Bloom made Legolas one of the hottest characters on the Lord of the Rings screen. Galan, Tham and Aust's characters coalesced in my mind as I spent that year relaxing in the rainforest. The series is actually their quest to find and establish themselves—their Ambar Lenn. It started in Blaze Ignites with Galan's story being strongest, but by the end of book five, they each will have their journey revealed. Ursa gives us a little more insight into Aust's character and what he's working through. We also get to check in with Galan and Jade. The third novel, Torrent of Tears, is very much about Tham's journey.

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process? Which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?

The characters usually present the scenes of my novels in my dreams. I lie, half-awake some mornings and just let the scenes from my dreams play out and see where they go.

Q: There where many native elements in Ursa Unearthed. How did you go about researching these things for your book? 

I researched what I could on the internet, myths, legends, beliefs. I spoke to friends with First Nations backgrounds and then tried to contact two different Bands in BC (without much luck). Basically, I wrote from my gut and tried to be as true to Mika and her heritage as I could. I'm a nature person myself, environmentalist, wildlife protector, so a lot of it came from how I look at things too. 

Q: In Blaze Ignites we got to meet Lexi for the first time, we see her as a warrior, a little spitfire. In Ursa Unearthed we see her as a raging inferno who is ready to take Mika apart. What happened to the cool chick from the first book?

In Blaze you saw Lexi from Jade's perspective, her sister, her family. Lexi had her moments being a spitfire when Galan or Samuel hurt Jade, but for the most part, Jade took care of herself and Lexi let things play out. In Ursa, Lexi sees Bruin twisting himself up to try to please Mika and Mika's refusal of him doesn't sit right. Lexi is fiercely protective of those she loves, even if she offends people in the process. She has no memory of her life before Haven, so her family is her whole world. Nobody messes with them. 

Q: will there be more books in the series? More family members to fall in love? 

kobi, lexi or even Aust perhaps? Yes. Yes. And yes. By the end of book five, everyone will have their stories told. Be prepared for a few surprised, but have faith. I love LOVE.

Q:  Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)? 

No. Nothing other than the dreaming thing. Oh, and if I can't figure out what comes next, I go have a nap and tell myself to figure it out. It's strange, but works for me.

Q: What books/authors have influenced your life? 

Traditionally, Shakespeare and Jane Austin. In a modern sense, JR Ward, JK Rowling, Cassandra Clare, Kelley Armstrong . . . and so many others

Q: What is next for you? Do you have any scheduled upcoming releases or works in progress? 

Yes. Lexi's story is written and I hope to release Torrent of Tears this fall/winter depending on edits and cover art. I also have a dark paranormal/erotic romance I'm shopping around to agents. If nobody picks it up, I'll self-publish that one too.

Q: Thank you so much for the interview, J.L. Madore. Would you like to tell my readers where they can find you on the web and where everyone can buy your book?

Blaze Ignites is in all the usual places in eBook and in my local Chapters (Oshawa Town Centre) in print. Ursa is just out two weeks now and is exclusive to Amazon for 90 days, then….we'll see. No print yet.
My website is www.jlmadore.ca
Thanks so much for having me, Amanda. I'm thrilled you are enjoying as the story unfolds.
JL

10 Things You Didn't Know About JL Madore

1. I lived on a pig farm until I was 7 and would probably still be there if I hadn't had life threatening childhood allergies.

2. I am a prize winning quilter.

3. I worked with bears, lions, tigers and other exotics.

4. When I have a problem with my writing, I tell myself to figure it out while I sleep and wake up with the answers. And I do.

5. I don't get grossed out touching things. Dead animals. Manure. Maggots. No Problem.

6. I do, however, pinch my eyes shut at surgery parts in movies.

7. I met my husband in the McDonald's shake machine close/open class when I was 15, was dating him 7 days later and have been living our HEA for 28 the years since.

8. I make the best banana bread on the planet

9. I'm a complete klutz and have a hard time staying on my feet while walking a straight line.

10. I learned to say the alphabet backwards when I was 4 and never forgot.

Top 5 Things JL Madore's Bucket List 

1. Spend a month touring the castles of Ireland and Scotland.

2. Have my book made into a movie or TV series and help pick out the sexy male leads.

3. Buy a house in New Mexico or Arizona so I don't have to winter in Toronto ever again.

4. Buy an early generation Savannah cat to live in my new house and have enough property to build a proper outdoor enclosure.

5. Make enough money with my books to bring my husband home from work

WW4BB & RABT Present: Blood Lust - Week Blitz T. Lynne Tolles

Blood Lust - Week BlitzT. Lynne Tolles

New Adult Paranormal Romance

Date Published: June 18, 2014

     

A surprise visit from Blake and Devon's uncle, Dominic, demanding both vampires, come home immediately to find what is ailing his son Anton, puts everyone on edge. Can vampires get sick? Devon doesn't appreciate Dominic's demands, but agrees to fly back to Connecticut with Darby, since Blake has a job to finish up in California. Excited to meet more of Devon's family, Darby is confused by Devon's distance and coldness since Dominic's visit.

In Connecticut, this only gets worse when a gorgeous Libby, Anton's estranged wife, shows up unexpectedly and seems to have her sights set on Devon. To top it all off, there's seems to be some pent up animosity, Anton and Devon have towards each other.

What is this strange power Libby has over the men in this family? And what's wrong with poor Anton? Why does it seem that Anton and Devon hate each other? These are all questions Darby sets out to answer in this third volume of the Blood Series.

EXCERPT

Dominic smiled at her gesture and said, “I’m sorry, miss, this is a private family matter and I just couldn’t possibly stay. You understand, don’t you?” He said this dismissively as if speaking to a servant; polite, but not sincere.

Darby saw that Devon was irritated by his uncle’s rude behavior and was about to say something, when Blake jumped out of his chair and said, “Sure, Dominic. They understand.”

He glanced at the others at the table and gave Devon an imploring look, all the while helping his uncle with his coat. “We’ll speak in the front yard, Dominic. Go back to your meal, enjoy! We’ll only be a minute,” Blake said rather apologetically to Darby still standing, stunned, in front of her seat.

Darby looked at the rest of the people at the table and said, “I’ll get some champagne flutes, to enjoy our lovely gift.” She excused herself as Devon and Blake led Dominic to the front yard.

They were almost to the black limousine, when Dominic turned to the boys. “I’m in need of your help, boys. Anton is terribly sick and I would like you both to come to Connecticut to help me determine what is ailing him.”

“I’m very sorry Anton is sick, but that does not excuse your…” Devon started.

“What Devon is trying to say, Dominic,” Blake interrupted, “is that we are not boys any longer. We have lives here, jobs, commitments, significant others. We can’t just up and leave.”

“Yes, I see you’ve hooked up with a lively bunch of hooligans. Eating at a table with witches and werewolf swine. How could you? So what, you with your Darby girl, and you with the werewolf crossbreed creature? Both witches, I presume?”

“Yes. I am with Rowan, but you don’t understand, Dominic,” Blake said.

Dominic’s eyes grew large. “How despicable, boy! Didn’t I teach you anything? Didn’t you listen to a word I told you? Your mother must be turning in her grave in shame. We are a family of noble vampire blood. What a disgrace to your heritage. Vile. Disgusting!”

“That’s enough, Dominic. You are wrong about werewolves, like many are wrong about vampires. You are mistaken…” Devon defended.

“How dare you? I am a professor of science. I most definitely am not mistaken. I saw, with my own two eyes, the horrific act of a werewolf. They are animals, not people.”

“You’re wrong, Dominic, very wrong. These are good and decent people. They’ve risked their lives for us on numerous occasions…” Blake tried to explain.

“Don’t bother explaining, Blake. He won’t change his mind. He has his view, and that is the only view he’ll ever see,” Devon said.

“I see your manners have been severely degraded by the company you keep. I demand you come to Connecticut immediately. Maybe you’ll find your manners there and remember your place in society.”

“I’m not leaving. Not for you and most definitely not for Anton,” Devon said.

“Oh, grow up, boy. That was ages ago. Let bygones be bygones already. I won’t take no for an answer. You will both march in there, pack your things, and come home.”

“Connecticut is not our home. This is our home, Oljone, California. Right here, with a bunch of great friends who are waiting for us to continue our Thanksgiving feast,” Devon said as he turned and headed back to the house.

“Wait, Devon,” Blake said. Devon stopped and slowly turned. “Dominic, won’t you please join us for dinner. Get to know these people. They are family to us.”

Devon said, “Don’t bother wasting your breath, Blake. Like I said, he’s already made up his mind about them.”

“It’s Thanksgiving. You said yourself, Devon, Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for family, friends and loved ones. Dominic and Anton are our only blood relatives.”

“Fine. You’re right, Blake, I did say that. Dominic, would you please join us for dinner?”

“Thank you for the offer but no. I can’t. No, I won’t sit at a table with two werewolves. I am staying at the Ritz-Carlton in San Francisco. Here are your tickets. We are leaving at 10:50 AM tomorrow. I expect to see you on the plane.” He handed each of them a first class ticket.

“Whoa, wait a minute. I can’t go, Dominic. I have to work. I have a project due, deadlines, I just can’t up and leave,” Blake insisted.

“Fine, you will join us when you are done with your commitments.”

“I’m not going either, Dominic. This is my home, here with Darby. There is no love lost between Anton and me. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me any more than I want to see him. I’m sorry he’s sick, but for God’s sake, he’s a vampire, he’ll heal. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“No, Devon. He won’t. He is rapidly declining. You must help me. I demand that you help me.”

“You demand that I help you? There’s nothing I can do for him. I’m not a doctor; you are. I’m a software engineer. So is Blake. What could we possibly do for him?”

“You’re his family. You can be his family. Maybe he will confide in you.”

“What makes you think if he hasn’t confided in you, that he would do such a thing with me or Blake?”

“Because…you are his age. You speak his language. You’re more understanding, like your mother.”

“Not where he’s concerned,” Devon muttered under his breath.

“You must do this!” Dominic yelled and turned red in the face, pounding a fist into his other hand, tears welling in his ferociously angry eyes.

Blake said, “Hang on, now. You both need to cool off a bit. Dominic, you’re going to blow a gasket. Relax. Devon, if Darby went with you to Connecticut, would you be willing to go and at least talk to Anton? See if maybe he would confide in you? You never know. And if he’s really that sick, don’t you think one of us should be there? We’re family, after all.”

“If Darby were politely invited to come, and treated appropriately, yes, I may consider going to Connecticut.”

“Dominic, would you be willing to accept Darby as a guest in your home, treating her as such, for Devon?”

He mulled this over, taking longer than Devon would have liked, but he reluctantly agreed.

“As long as her mutant sister does not come. Yes, I would accept the witch as a guest in my home providing she behaves in a proper manner.”

“What the he…” Devon started. Blake saw he was about to blow his top and interrupted.

“See, I knew this could be worked out. Now, would you at least join us for a glass of champagne and invite Darby properly, Dominic?”

Dominic grumbled and nodded.

About the Author

T. Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a laptop, tripping over an ancient Newfoundland dog and washing a never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn’t get in the way, she writes paranormal romances for new adults.

Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.

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WW4BB Presents: A Review of Locks by Sarah J. Pepper

Rapunzel isn’t the stereotypical Damsel in Distress. Her Bad-Boy Prince Charming is a renowned mercenary, and their Happy Ending plays out like a bad movie. However, she is determined to breakout from her tower prison—love be damned—and do it in a fabulous pair of heels. 
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Gunned down by the Mercenary, the deadliest assassin in The Badass Archives, isn’t exactly Rapunzel’s end-game. Falling for him isn’t either, but his Rated-R demeanor is strangely charming. Even though most girls wouldn’t fall for their captors, Rapunzel isn’t like most dames. Her major girl-boner for the Mercenary is so pathetic it verges on cliché. Yet, in spite of his appeal, Rapunzel must escape before she’s locked away in the Château de Immortelle’s highest tower—forever.

My Review

Locks by Sarah J. Pepper
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Wow freaking Wow! Sarah has done it again! she blows us out of the water with her newest book locks. I have to say this book was freaking fantastic! I love Sarah's creativity and imagination, no one does it quite like her! This book would make a fantastic movie!

I never knew which way to turn or who was what in this one in true Sarah style as Rapunzel trys to navigate her twisted and confusing life. The ever sexy and edible Flynn who is never on her side but at the same time protecting her confuses the hell out of her and her lustful feelings for him make it even harder.

I kept trying to figure out throughout the book who was double crossing who and what the out come was going to be and in the end I was totally shocked! The ending was totally not what I expected and the bad guys not who I thought they were going to be...lol...Sarah did a wonderful job as always in her confusing and brilliant way of keeping us all on our toes.

The villain Taryn is bloody brilliant! not in many books have I ever come across such a diabolical and self serving villain, not only was she evil and loathsome with a heart born of cruelty but her poisonous personality leaked into others.

I have told Sarah time and time again how much I love the beautiful and twisted inner workings of her brain and this book is a shinning example of how brilliant it is...lol...keep up the amazing work Sarah! I can't wait for the next incredible ride!

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WW4BB Presents: A Review of Chaysing Memories by Jalpa Williby

Even if your mind forgets, will your heart remember?

They say you can’t beat Fate. 
She has the power to fill your heart with happiness or shatter it into a million pieces.

Too many lies, too many secrets. Tess’s perfect little world is now nothing more than chaos. She is determined to find inner strength, happiness, and peace. And yet, she can’t remember some of the most crucial events of her life, including the man she once fell in love with. Will she be able to trust her instincts and listen to her heart before it’s too late?

Chayse has given up his life for her. And he would do it again. A man, once powerful and fierce, now has lost control of everything around him. Can he hang on to the slim hope that somehow Tess will be able to find him and save him from his hell, even though she has no idea who he is? 

Don’t miss this highly anticipated sequel to the Amazon bestseller, Chaysing Dreams, as Tess’s story continues in Chaysing Memories. Travel the journey with Tess as she bravely barrels through the enigmatic path, through her laughter and tears, through her pain and desire. This compelling novel will shock you with startling revelations and will keep you frantically turning pages until the very end.

My Review

Chaysing Memories by Jalpa Williby
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book was amazing! Jalpa does it again and amazes us all with her incredible talent and creative story lines. this story had incredible twists and turns in it and I never knew what was going to happen next.

My heart went out to Tess and Chayse as they really get the shit end of the stick in this one but they remain strong in the face incredible odds.

'“I will never be too far from you. You are my heart,” the gray eyes whisper before they disappear.

With nothing to sustain her but this whispered message from Chayse and three weeks that she doesn't remember Tess really has her work cut out for her in this book. I kept thinking to myself that I would have prob just given up...lol...but not Tess she is a real fighter in this one and even takes on Sterns ( the Commander ) several times..lol

In the first book Chayse gives up his freedom to the enemy in order to save Tess's life and when they are able to rescue him he comes back a broken man. With no memories of their former love Tess struggles with how to help but knows there must be something she can do as she can not stop herself from saving this lost and broken soldier.

this series is a must read for all those war and romance lovers out there! make sure to get you copies today!

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WW4BB & GCR Presents: A Book Highlight of Full Moon byJordan Deen

Title: Full Moon

Author: Jordan Deen

Series: The Crescent #3

Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal

You know her story. You know her painful initiation into the werewolf world and you’ve seen her struggle to find the truth.

Now, Lacey Quinn is ready for the war to be over. Are you?

Lacey has been used, lied to and cheated out of the only thing she ever wanted: independence. Struggling with her newfound knowledge of being pack leader, Alex coming back into her life and the kidnapping of Lily’s mate—Matt—Lacey is faced with one of the biggest decisions of her life: fight or flight. While she knows running from the war will risk many lives, but staying means she would never have the life she wants and quite possibly never know a world without werewolves, witches and war.

Sometimes doing the right thing isn’t always the first or most obvious choice. Lacey Quinn is about to challenge what everyone thinks is the right thing to do. Unfortunately for her, most will not agree with her decision or the painful outcome.

Sometimes, love means death.

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Just please stop…, I said one last time as the ribbons encircled my wrists and my ankles and started pulling in opposite directions. There would be no end to the suffering until there was an end to me. The only way to stop the pain was to let myself go. To let it overtake me and to be one with the pain. I released the tension in each of my muscles and loosened my balled up fists. If I was going to die now, it would be on my own terms. As soon as the realization had registered in my mind, the onyx prisoner twisted onto itself and around me to squeeze my stomach and my ribs. It was determined to kill me and to make me suffer while it was doing it. I couldn’t fight back. I wouldn’t fight back. It was futile. I remained limp and it seemed to only further anger my captor.

            The next thing I knew, I was upside down and the ground was racing quickly towards my face. The shackles around my wrist were released and I was again screaming for my freedom. My arms flailed and hopes for developing an ability to fly rushed through my mind. If only I could fly… then my head hit the ground.

 Jordan Deen is an Award-Winning Young Adult and New Adult Author from East St. Louis, Illinois. Her debut novel, THE CRESCENT was a 2010 Reader's Favorite Award Winner. Her second novel, HALF MOON released in 2011. BREAKING LAUREN is her third novel and was a finalist in the Texas Literary Awards. The sequel, LOSING LAUREN will be released on 12/5/2013.

She can usually be found curled up in her favorite chair with a book or her laptop. She is the proud mother of one crazy little boy and an even crazier teacup Yorkie.

Jordan is Indie published, as well as traditionally published with Black Rose Writing.
'Life is about the journey...'

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WW4BB & GCR Presents: A Book Highlight of Gone by Anna Bloom

Title: Gone

Author: Anna Bloom

Genre: Mature YA (intended for readers ages 16-19)

Publication: July 28th, 2014

Rebecca Walters harbours a dark secret, and as the fifty-three bangles she wears on her wrists as a self-imposed sentence of guilt remind her, she can’t even begin to consider moving on. Not after what happened on that night six months ago… a night which she can’t remember and yet managed to change her life forever.

When Rebecca comes across Joshua Adams, man equally haunted by past tragedies, on a moonlit beach, both of their lives are destined to change forever, and when the girl made out of the sun meets the boy made out of the moon and sea, anything can happen… but will the knowledge of their murky pasts bring them together or drive them apart?

Will Rebecca finally be able to claim her freedom? Will she stay and fight to be the girl she found on the sandy beaches of Cornwall or is she destined to keep running and hiding from a past that won’t stay Gone? One thing’s for certain: either way, nothing will ever be the same again.

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Walking down the lane from the pub I decide to take a detour to the beach. The light is fading but the glimmer of light from the sun setting on the horizon is just enough that I can make my way down the path without landing on my face.

I spend a lot of time on the beach at night. This isn’t like the beach in Newquay which is filled with drunks attempting to get it on under the cover of darkness. Our quiet beach in St Agnes is perfect for a solitary ten minutes. If I go home now I know Aunt May will be twitching around me like she has the last half a year, ever since my life ended at the end of one drunken night. She doesn’t know what to say to help my get out of the ‘phase’ I’m going through. Six months in, I think we can rule out the chance of it being a phase. This is just me. I’m a guy without a plan. Aunt May tries, but having her wandering around wringing her hands, asking me every three minutes if I’m hungry and need some food is not a relaxing way to spend an evening.

I don’t know what people want. Do they expect that one day I will wake up and suddenly be over the fact that I carelessly lost my girlfriend one night?

As I walk down onto the beach I keep thinking of Faye’s words. “Bridge Cottage.” “Painting.” “Mum and Dad.” They hammer inside my head.

I know everyone is waiting for me, for some resolution. They want to know that I’ve let go of the past, and that if I can do it, they all can too. But I can’t. I want them to, but I can’t do it myself. I can’t even acknowledge to myself what happened. I can’t even think about it or let the thought enter my mind.

 Small steps, that’s what a counselor told me a few months ago. “Just take small steps, Josh, and everything will work out.” Today I have picked up a paint brush and drunk a pint of cider. That’s got to be two small steps in the right direction. I’m not sure what direction those things are taking me in, but it’s heading somewhere at least.

As I tread over the dark sand I can see someone sitting on my rock. That’s just plain rude. Everyone knows it’s mine.

Edging myself closer, I slip off my flip flops and sink my toes into the cool sand as I walk down the beach and try to get close enough to investigate without being seen.

It’s her.

My feet come to a grinding halt.

I want to move in the opposite direction but my damn legs won’t listen. Instead I stand there, looming behind her on the sand, like an axe murderer.

“I can see your silhouette in the sand.”

Busted.

“What are you doing?” On my rock?

“Thinking. What are you doing?”

“Thinking too.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yes it is.”

I stand there like an idiot working out what to say next. “Nice bangles.”

“Thanks. They make me walk like a percusssion instrument.”

“Why so many?”

“None of your business, dreadlock boy.”

“Well you’re a charmer aren’t you?”

“I was sitting here first. You’re the one with the stalking, stealth-like sand walk.”

“It’s my rock.” It’s my rock? It’s my rock? Really. . .?

She does not say anything. Let’s be realistic there is not much to say to that comment. She just sits there looking out to the sea, and I stand there my feet sunk into the cool sand.

“I like your dreadlocks," she says after an age has passed.

“Thanks. They're a lifestyle choice.”

She turns to look at me and for a moment, just one brief moment my mind swirls with colours. The make-up is gone and the waning sun illuminates her skin. She look different. So different. A better different.

I should walk away. I don’t talk to holiday makers unless I’m taking their money in the shop.

I don’t.

Instead I fold my legs and sit on the sand, my fingers automatically picking up a splinter of driftwood as I cast my eyes up at the sun and then I start to draw.

“So do you have a name girl with the bangles?” I’m trying to remember what the young girl who was with her in the shop called her yesterday. Becca? Something like that?”

Turning to me with a frown on her face she bites her lower lip. Jeez, I only asked her name.

The frown and the angry glare instantly make me recall her name. “Bex.” I answer for her. The frown deepens.

“No one calls me that, only my sister.”

“Well I don’t know what else to call you?” I prompt. Her feistiness is rather amusing, it’s actually doing a good job of distracting me from the usual shit I try to keep out of my head.

Her top lip curls a little in distaste at my goading. She really doesn’t want to tell me her name. Who doesn’t want people to know their name? My eyes flick over her with a little more interest. She is rather pretty. Hot, Dan would call it. But I would go with pretty. Pretty is a more delicate sounding word, easy to pair with the freckles and flame hair.

Oh good god. I’ve realized what I am doing? I’m looking at another girl. I try and turn myself away from her a little. She must register the motion because she speaks, her voice low like she is sharing a secret.

“Rebecca.” She clears her throat. “My name is Rebecca.”

Something about her low tone makes me cast my eyes back over her. Well not exactly willingly, my eyes just won’t damn behave themselves and head straight back to the smooth sunlit skin.

She looks nervous, her fingers brushing over her overload of bangles.

“Does Rebecca have a second name?” My feet do this bizarre thing where they scoot over the sand towards her toes.

“No.”

“What no surname? So you are Rebecca No Name?”

She scowls further. “Yes. I am Rebecca No Name.”

Her tone and the death stare she lays on me make me do something I am not expecting in the least. I laugh. Fucking loud. I laugh like I never stopped.

“Well Rebecca No Name. I am Joshua Adams, it’s a pleasure to meet you and your bangles.”

I lean forward and shake her hand my fingers grazing against hers, sand rolls between our connected skin.

Rebecca No Name digs her toes into the sand, burying them deep. “Walters. It’s Rebecca Walters.”

“Bex Walters, now that has a nice ring to it.”

“It’s Rebecca Walters.” She spits her name out like it burns her lips to say it.

“Okay, okay.”

“So Rebecca Walters where are you on holiday from?”

“Nowhere.”

Seriously. It’s like talking to a wall. I don’t even know why I am still sitting here. This makes an evening with Aunt May look like a social highlight.

I get up and start to brush the sand from my legs.

The girl with attitude stares up at me from the ground and I hesitate. “London. I come from London, and I’m not on holiday. My family have moved into Bridge Cottage.”

Just like that the air gushes out of my lungs. The girl with the attitude and the wrong clothes and the frown lives in the house that I was fully expecting to move into one day. The cottage I expected to grow old in.

I sit back on the sand with a bump.

“I am leaving though, in two weeks.” Her gaze is on the sea as she speaks. “Two weeks. I’ve just got to get through two weeks.” She repeats almost to herself.

Two weeks of what?

“Who are you running from?”

Rebecca, Bex, the girl with the attitude turns to me, her eyes hidden in the shadows of the dipping sun. “Myself.”

       And that I just don’t know how to answer, so I don’t. I pick my stick back up and start to draw some more.

Anna Bloom is a contemporary romance writer who writes about life as it happens. Combining a busy schedule of looking after two small children whilst working in a local school and completing The Uni Files series she also spends a lot of time imagining kissing hot guys – all in the name of her art.

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