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Sunday, November 17, 2013

*WEEKEND AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT* Cheryl Davis

CHERYL DAVIS
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Cheryl Davis is a wife and stay at home mother to two sons and two daughters who grew up in Akron, OH and eventually settled down on the Central Coast of California. She’s always had a love of reading and had a creative spark inside of her. She’s very active in arts & crafts. Creating things and stories is a huge part of who she is as a person.

Cheryl’s always had a bug to want to tell the stories of the characters that were always churning around inside of her head but never really thought that she’d be able to get those stories out into the world until she found indie publishing. The more research that she did, the more the idea to actually give her characters their spotlights grew until she just had to write.

Cora’s Kismet is her first novel ever written and published and holds a very special place in her heart. She’s currently working on a short story for an upcoming anthology that she’s a part of that ties into The Twin Destinies Saga as well as book two in the Saga and the first book in a whole new series.



**Be sure to head over to Cheryl's page and enter the giveaway running for the next two days!!**
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Cora's Kismet
(The Twin Destinies Saga, #1)
only $0.99 for the month of November!

Life was bad enough for twins, Cora and Viola Daniels, when suddenly their world was turned upside down.


When Liam Anderson shows up to save Cora and Viola from their situation, and to bring them back into their true family fold, Cora knows that there’s something special about him.


As she and her twin are being chased down by their, now former, guardians, Cora is finding out more and more about herself that she knew nothing about. Suddenly, they have loving parents, bound powers and a prophecy to fulfill, but first they have to find their soul mates that will help them through it all. All of this has to take place before their 18th birthday, which is only six months away.


Racing against time and deadly enemies, will Cora find her mate in Liam, or will all be lost? Will she be able to find herself in this new world and make it to the ceremony that will restore her powers, or will their enemies win, putting the world’s future at stake?



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Cora's Kismet

“Who are you?” Cora asked after they’d been sitting there for a few minutes.
     
“My name is Liam,” he replied.
     
“Liam, I’m Cora and that’s my sister, Viola.”
     
“I know,” Liam told her.
      
“How do you know who we are and where we live?” Cora asked. She knew that she should have known he would know who they were, since he’d been in their room looking for them, and had known who Patrick and Anna were, but adrenaline was making her thoughts scattered.
    
“You will get answers to your questions Cora, just not now. Right now we have to focus on getting where we’re going, without Patrick catching us. I need you to trust me for now, so I can concentrate on protecting you and Viola,” Liam bit out, a little impatient. He wanted to explain things but knew that if he did, he’d be in deep trouble. It was not his place. He had his orders. Oh, but for her, he wanted to defy his orders and answer her questions. He wanted to soothe away the stress lines that had formed on her beautiful face.
      
“You keep saying that. It’s getting on my nerves. I have no reason to trust or believe you. Why should I?” Cora responded. Her nerves were wound tight and it was evident in her voice.
      
“I know you don’t, yet, but you’re going to have to,” Liam responded, with a calmness that he wasn’t feeling. She was beginning to irritate him and the urge to tranq her, like they’d done with Viola, was getting stronger by the minute, but the attraction that he felt for her kept him from harming her in any way.
      
“Don’t even think about it!” Cora exclaimed a bit louder than she’d wanted to.
      
Liam’s head snapped around to look at her. His eyes narrowed while he studied her. There was no way that she was in his head. “Think about what?”
      
“Doing to me what you did to Viola,” Cora responded with an angry glare in his direction. “I could see it written all over your face that you were considering it and I won’t let you.”
      
“Care to tell me how you are going to stop me if I decide that I’m going to?” Liam asked with slight amusement, that he didn’t feel, lacing his voice. How did she do that? He knew that he’d kept his face blank.
     
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. Now, since there’s no sign of Patrick, can we go?” Cora asked getting impatient. All of a sudden she felt the need to move before 
something bad happened.


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* COMING SOON *

Viola's Risk
(The Twin Destinies Saga, #2)


Read the entire Chapter One of "Viola's Risk" below in this Exclusive Excerpt!!
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Chapter One

Viola had never felt so lonely than she did right now, lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Cora hadn’t even taken her stuff with her when she’d suddenly become mated at the end of their unbinding ceremony and left her to be with Liam.

Her mind whirled with everything that had taken place in the last few days. The new power coursing through her veins making her uneasy. It was foreign and she didn’t feel as if she could control it the way that Cora had done a few times already even though they’d had their powers bound until last night.

Rolling over onto her side, she stared toward the window, wishing that she wasn’t so alone. Her mind kept wandering back to when Anna had kidnapped her and held her hostage. The most awful part of it had been that awful recording that kept playing over and over and over again trying to convince her that fulfilling her destiny was wrong.

Closing her eyes, a handsome face hung behind her eyelids. With her mind, she traced his strong features and feeling like a traitor to her sister, Liam, Sage and her newfound parents. He was on Anna’s side, yet she felt pulled to him the same way that Cora described feeling pulled to her mate Liam.

“No way,” Viola exclaimed into the empty room. “There’s no way that I’m meant to be with someone who’s loyal to the other side.”

Sitting up, she tried to pull herself together and put the handsome guy out of her mind with little success. She wiped her face with her hands and left the bed, heading for the shower. One bright side to having the room to herself now was no fighting for shower time with her twin.

Viola dragged the shower out as long as she could, hoping that it would help her feel sleepy. As the hot water started to fade, she turned it off, frustrated that her mind was not slowing down in the slightest. She still kept seeing the face of the man from Anna’s place.

Putting on her pajamas, she crawled into bed and tried everything that she could think of to block him from her mind unsuccessfully.

Giving up, she let the memories of him run through her mind. She remembered how she’d felt the electricity flow between them when he’d put his hand over her mouth and taken her from the room that she and Cora had been sharing in the first house that their parents had taken them. He’d been so gentle with her as he carried her the back ways through the house as if he knew the exact layout and had been there many times before.

As much as she’d wanted to scream for help, she’d been caught up in his smoky gray eyes. The world had seemed to fade around them both. She knew that he felt it to. There was a deep connection binding them even though they’d never seen each other before now.

Her brain would not form the thoughts and commands for her to call out for help as he quickly navigated through the house and out through a secret entrance. He loaded her into the waiting vehicle with no resistance from Viola because she’d been so captured by him and their undeniable connection. She knew in the back of her mind that she should be fighting him but couldn’t seem to make herself do so.

She wasn’t even feeling the fear that she knew should be running through her. All she could process was him, his strong muscles wrapped around her body and holding her tight and how much she’d love to taste his perfect, kissable lips.
As he slid into the vehicle next to her, she had a brief moment of fear that faded as soon as his eyes returned to hers. He reached across her body to pull the seat belt and latch it securely in place to keep her safe before buckling his own belt. She heard the driver ask him a question and saw his lips respond but didn’t comprehend anything that was being said.

Shaking her head, she pulled herself out of the memory that was flooding her senses with him. She needed to find a way to move on from him. There was no possible way that her parents would approve of her mating someone who was loyal to Anna and Patrick and their cause. She couldn’t even believe that, after everything that had gone down, she was still thinking of him.

With a deliberate focus, she turned her thoughts away from him and tried to focus on the events of this past evening during their unbinding ceremony. Things started off well enough until that old hag showed up and crashed the party.

She’d seen the exchange between Cora and their father but couldn’t hear anything that had been said. Wishing that she could have, she rolled over onto her side and wondered why the woman had tried so hard to steal their powers.
The woman was old but extremely strong-willed and determined to succeed in her mission. It took both Sage and Liam to fight her and had killed Liam for a few minutes before Cora had performed her little miracle. Everything was such a mess.

Avoiding the crushing loneliness that came with thinking of Cora and Liam’s impromptu mating ceremony, she switched her thoughts back to a few days ago when her major summer plans had included getting paid to sleep. Things had changed so much from that day.

There was a soft knock on the door before it cracked slowly open and her newfound mother poked her head inside.

“How are you doing my dear?” she asked with concern filling her voice.

“I’ll be okay,” Viola said, not wanting to confide in someone that she didn’t know all that well.

It was more than obvious that Angelica didn’t believe her daughter because she came further into the room and closed the door with a soft click behind her. Before Viola could object, Angelica was sitting on the edge of the bed and smoothing Viola’s hair back from her face with a mother’s touch.

All she could do in response was close her eyes and the touch that she’d longed for her entire life stroked and soothed her in a way that not even Cora had soothed her.

“Baby girl, I know that you are wary of us and I can’t say that I blame you. Both of you have lived hard lives no matter how much Thomas and I tried to make sure that you had everything either of you could have ever wanted. Please don’t shut me out right now. I know that you are lonely and pained. I would like to help in any way that I can,” Angelica said in a gentle, imploring tone.

At first, Viola said nothing. She considered her mother’s words, wishing that she had Cora here to be a buffer between them. Cora was better at all of this than she was.

“What can I do to earn your trust?” Angelica asked. Viola felt the emotion behind her mother’s words.

“I don’t know,” Viola answered. She wished that she had a definite answer for her mother but she didn’t.

“The day that Thomas and I decided that it would be safer for you and Cora to grow up away from us, I held you both close to my body for over an hour and cried my heart out. I couldn’t believe that after the miracle of us having you both when we shouldn’t have even been able to conceive, I had to let you go before you were even able to defend yourselves. My heart did not become whole again until you both came home. I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust,” Angelica spoke in a gentle tone and Viola could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke to her.

“I wish it was that easy. I can’t tell you what you want to know because I have no idea. All I know is that things are so confusing right now. I wish Cora were here with me right now,” Viola said, pain and loneliness creeping up into her voice.

“I know you do sweetie. Everything has changed for you so fast that your head must be spinning. I’m not Cora, but I’d be glad to help you try to sort through everything,” Angelica said with hope in her voice. Viola felt bad because Angelica was trying but she just couldn’t bring herself to open up to the woman just yet. She knew that she couldn’t mention the guy rolling around in her thoughts to her mother.

“I’m used to always having Cora here. None of this feels right,” Viola whispered. It was the most that she was willing to divulge at that moment.

“I can relate to that. Before I knew what Anna was, her and I were very close. She was the barrier between my parents and I. We told each other everything. I never knew that she had in her what you and Cora told us of your experience living with her. She’d always been loving and caring with me. She was my guide and I looked up to her,” Angelica said with sorrow in her voice. “If only I had known then what I know now. It would have saved you both a lot of heartache and pain.”

“Anna is very good at making people believe what they want to about her,” Viola said, anger lacing her words. “No one ever suspected what she was like before it was too late.”

“We used to lay in bed for hours after dark talking,” Angelica whispered. Viola could hear the pain in her mother’s voice. Anna had meant the world to Angelica in a way that only a sister could and now that the truth about her was out, Angelica was mourning the loss of her closest confidant and friend, her sister.

“That’s how Cora and I are…were,” Viola said with loss filling her heart.

“The two of you will still be close in the way only sisters can be Viola, don’t ever doubt that. Cora did not leave you and never would. The two of you have just reached the next stage of your lives. Cora is not Anna and will never betray you. She was frantic when you were abducted,” Angelica told her with complete confidence.

“I don’t want to be a third-wheel,” Viola whispered. Part of her fear being revealed even though she’d have rather kept it locked tight inside of herself.

“You won’t be. Cora would never allow that. She adores you. I’m sure that you know that,” Angelica said, she was doing her best to reassure her daughter.

“I want to believe that,” Viola responded.

“You should believe that. Keeping Cora in that car while the rest of us came in to rescue you was very difficult. Sage worried that he was going to have to physically restrain her and risk a fight with Liam in the process to keep her from going in there and risking her life for you,” Angelica confided.

“Really?” Viola said, her voice perking up with hope.

“Yes. Without a doubt, even though it would have hurt Liam, she would have entered that building, put her life at risk to save yours. Have no doubts about losing your sister Viola because you have nothing to worry about,” Angelica said and smiled.

“Thank you,” Viola replied.

“You’re very welcome my dear. Is there anything else bothering you that I can help you work through?” Angelica asked.

“I do have a question…” Viola started but let her voice trail off.

“What is it?” Angelica asked with extreme patience.

“Who was that horrible woman who showed up tonight?” Viola asked and shuddered.

Angelica reached out and rubbed Viola’s back in a gentle circle. She stayed quiet for a few moments before meeting her daughter’s eyes with shame in her own.

“That was my mother, Camilla. She’s named after the ancestor who started all of this horrible conflict in our race. I knew that she was mean but never knew that she could be this horrible,” Angelica said with tears building in her eyes.

“Well, I guess we know where Anna learned her cruelty from,” Viola said trying her best to ignore her mother’s pain. “I’m glad that you’re not like them though.”

Her mother looked up and met her eyes and beamed at Viola’s words. Her heart swelled as hope for the relationship between herself and her daughter grew. Without saying anything else, Viola moved so that her head was lying in Angelica’s lap as her mother’s calming touch continued to rub circles on her back. In no time, she was sound asleep.

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Sunday, November 10, 2013

*WEEKEND AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT* Allie Matthews


GIVEAWAY!!

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Allie Matthews




Allie lives in North Carolina and works at a University bookstore. 

She reads and writes in her spare time, including lunch breaks. 


When she's not reading or writing, she's usually watching something on television, whether a good show or movie; or she's hanging out with friends.


She's always open to book recommendations.


Allie listens to music while she cooks, usually throwing in a few dance moves.


She's prone to sarcasm, singing out of tune, and a good rum and coke.




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Kristen Weatherly is surviving. She's been surviving her whole life. She can't wait to get her diploma so she can leave town and create a new life, one worth living.

Having been hurt, Kristen doesn't trust, and with good reason. But when she gets a job at the county library, a fellow co-worker and student, Mila, breaks through Kristen's walls and befriends her. She shows Kristen that there are good people in the world, sometimes when you least expect it. 

After a spontaneous run in with a boy named Chris that Kristen dubs Mystery Eyes, Kristen wars with herself about opening up to him because that can lead to more hurt and rejection. 

As the two get closer, and secrets are revealed, will they be able to move beyond their pasts together? Or will those pasts come between them when they need each other most?

This is a story with dark themes and subject matter. It is intended for mature audiences only.




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CHAPTER FIVE

Weeks passed and nothing changed. Not much ever did. Except for the fact that I had a friend now. And Clara became less strict about when I needed to be home, given only with the rules that I didn't slack with work, school, or taking care of the house. I became a non-entity to her again as long as the money wound up on the table every other Thursday and that the table she took the money from was clear of any mess.
Travis was hardly around, and neither was John. I was thankful for the respite. That wasn't to say I never dreaded walking up and opening the front door to find him inside, but I was thrilled I didn't have to do anything for him. I had to remind myself not to get lulled into a false sense of security. He was still around. He'd come back. And I couldn't let myself be thrown off any more than I already was by his presence just because I wasn't expecting him.
Mila and I hung out more. She told me about her crush on this guy named Brendan. I had no idea who she was talking about. When I told her this, she started rambling on about how she had a class with him and she swore she kept seeing him look at her and on and on and on.
I loved spending time with Mila, but I wasn't one to listen in about boys. I had enough to deal with in my life. I couldn't bring myself to look at anyone at school and imagine myself with him. Sure, I thought about my future and that I'd have someone for myself, but these guys were in the here and now; they were the present. In my present, I couldn't afford to make googly eyes on someone. I wasn't going to start a relationship when nothing good could come of it. I was getting out of this town as soon as my name was called to grab my diploma.
Peace. Out.
Seriously though, I didn't want the drama. Mila, God love her, she was all about some drama. She talked about some of her other friends and their issues. She said I was a great listener. If she thought about it, or looked at my face more, she'd see it wasn't so much about me being a great listener as it was about me not wanting the subject to turn to me and be about me. So I nodded and made affirmative noises when it called for it.
Mila wanted me to join her and her other friends to go see a movie. Mila was one thing - she'd wormed herself under my skin and I couldn't be rid of her. Allowing other people in for the hell of it? Not happening.
She appeared disappointed, but said she understood. In the months since we'd become friends, we never much delved into my life. I hardly ever got too personal. I knew this upset her, because she talked about her family; but really, if the worst thing she had to say about them was that her dad was too strict about her curfew time, I honestly couldn't find much sympathy.
She learned I called my parents by their names, not Mom and Dad. I could tell it was hard for her to understand why, but when I slipped and called them by their names, she didn't ask questions.
Last Saturday, after we got off work at the library, she wanted to eat lunch together. We'd just gotten paid and I had some money I could spend on a meal given it wasn't too swanky. In Omalahn, that wasn't an issue. She wanted to eat at Howie's. I tried to say no, but she had a hankering for this burger the diner was known for and she wouldn't take no for an answer.
We walked into Howie's and sat down in the only table available. I knew, from coming in for years, that this was usually Clara's section. Sure enough, she came over with a fake smile and a notepad in hand to take our order. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second as she took me in with someone. Her eyes looked to me, silently reprimanding me for distracting her and not going to some other place for lunch. I wanted to sink into my booth cushion and collapse on the floor.
We placed our order and Clara asked to see me outside for a moment. Mila was confused so I had to say that Clara was my mother. Mila, bless her, she stood up to shake Clara's hand. Clara didn't know what to do, so she took Mila's hand and smiled and said the traditional "nice to meet you".
We walked outside to the back stoop where people took their breaks and Clara went off on me.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing here?"
I really wanted to be sarcastic and reply "eating lunch," but I knew that would get me a smack on the face.
"She wanted Howie's burger. She wouldn't take no for an answer."
"I want you in and out. I'll make it a rush order. I can't have you in here today."
I cut my eyes to her. I'd thought she was being like this because she didn't want me around in general. I was a nuisance. She didn't want to be bothered or distracted by me. It was because I shouldn't be here? What the hell did that mean?
"Uh..." I trailed off, unsure of where to take the conversation.
"Just...just go inside. I'll bring out ya'll's food."
"Uh...sure."
I walked inside and went back to the booth. I didn't like how she said she couldn't have me here today. Other days I was apparently somewhat tolerable, but today she couldn't have it? What was happening here today I wasn't supposed to know about?
Mila sat forward, leaning her elbows on the table and whispered harshly, "I didn't know your mom worked here. Why didn't you tell me? No wonder you didn't want us to come here for lunch. Why didn't you say something?"
I shrugged my shoulders. It was done now.
Clara came by with two sweet teas for us. She was true to her word. Our food came out quickly. She came by and asked us if everything was tasting fine and if we needed anything else. I could tell Mila thought Clara was nice enough. I could only think Mila hadn't been around her too long to notice how off-putting Clara was. Or mean. Or bitchy. Or...
"Here's your checks. Thanks for eating at Howie's." Clara wouldn't look at me. She directed her statement at Mila, even though it was for the both of us. Mila could tell there was a strained vibe between the two of us, but she smiled her Miss Perky smile which threw Clara off. I secretly smiled. Mila offsetting Clara with a smile that looked genuine when Clara knew she'd been acting rudely the entire time we'd been here. Go Mila, go!
We were putting our money down and I was trying to decide how to tip my mother - what was too little, what was too much? What would she try and infer by the amount I placed on the table for her? I looked up and met John's eyes. It was a punch in the stomach. I hadn't been thinking about him. I hadn't been thinking of anything except Mila and Clara meeting and nothing blew up and now John was looking between me and Mila and his lips were set in a thin line. Why should he be upset?
I watched his gaze move to Clara. She finished with a table and pointed to the back door where the stoop was. He nodded his head and didn't look back over at us. He was wearing a green army jacket over a simple black shirt and jeans. His hands were in his jacket pockets and he walked with purpose toward the door. I'd not seen him wearing his cowboy boots in a long while since he liked to wear black steel-toed Timberlands, but I noticed his boots as soon as I could see his entire body as he headed for the back door. This was one of his under-the-radar outfits when he was selling. I looked over at Clara again and saw her looking at me. Well, not looking so much as glaring. A "get the hell out while you know what's good for you" kind of glare. Mila saw it too and grabbed my elbow, quickly and efficiently guiding me outside into open air. I took in a lungful and started for her car.
"Kristen-"
"Don't. Mila..." I put my hand up to stop her from saying anything else. I trailed off because I couldn't fathom what to say to her; I had no coherent thoughts on what just happened inside myself. "Just don't."
I got in and buckled up. I faced forward even though I saw Mila outside the passenger door in my periphery. She stood there for a few seconds before walking around the hood of her Civic and getting inside.
"Where to?"
"Anywhere." I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to think about what I saw in there. "Just drive for awhile."

 CHAPTER SIX

I kept my mouth shut whenever anyone was around at home. I didn't look at anyone or talk to anyone. I knew Travis did some bad drugs, but Clara too? I knew she did pot sometimes, and through conversations she'd had with people, I knew she'd tried other things, but I thought she wasn't on anything anymore. Was she getting it for Travis? That didn't make sense though, because John and Travis were so chummy.
I felt betrayed. I thought there was this silent secret that Clara and I had. We hated what Travis did, but what else was there? We coped in our silent way, but I thought we did that together. Now she was enabling him? Unless...unless it wasn't about Travis at all. And not about drugs. Just...the two of them. I shivered at the idea of it. I was disgusted. Whatever the case might have been, I hated John more and I couldn't have been more disappointed in Clara.
Today was my birthday. November ninth. I had the day off of work. There were no balloons. No cake that said Happy Eighteenth Birthday on it. No gifts. Clara brought home a large slice of chocolate pie from Howie's that hadn't been bought. At least she remembered. It was more than I was expecting - nothing. Travis and John walked in as I ate my pie and Travis dropped a card by my plate. I picked it up. A fake driver's license.
Whoever did it did a really good job. My name was Carla May Simpson and I was twenty-three. Whoever the chick was, I would look just like her if I dyed my hair black. Uncanny.
Clara took it from my hand then looked between the two men. "Just what the hell is this?" She shook the card to make a point.
"Clara, baby, she always gets the groceries. I don' wanna always have ‘ta go out special for a case ‘cause she can't buy. Or get a bottle. S'not like she drinks anything. She's never raided any of our stuff."
Clara folded her arms. "And why has she never raided, Travis?"
"'Cause she knows better."
I trembled and paled at the intensity of his voice. I hadn't been threatened with a whipping in years, because I knew better - of what to do and not do. I hadn't been beaten in years. Even then it was just a slap or two. I never did anything to warrant a beating. I always made sure to do good. To be good. I decided to ignore them and finish my pie.
I'd overheard people at school talk about getting fake IDs and how cool they were and how awesome it was to go somewhere and use them and get alcohol or get into a club when they went to a city during the weekend. To me this seemed ludicrous. It was horrible. I didn't want it. My father got it for me so I could help keep him drunk.
Happy birthday, Kristen, I thought to myself sarcastically.
I heard a chair scrape back and John sat down beside me. When I went to grab another bite of the pie he took the fork and cut himself a piece and ate it. I quickly peeked at Clara and Travis, but they were engulfed in their yelling match, not that I understood why they were fighting. I didn't get Clara at all. She glared at me, she hated me, then she wanted to be a parent and tell Travis he shouldn't have gotten me an ID? I looked back at John. He gave me a soft smile.
I didn't understand John either. Fuck all was this confusing. I hated John too. But then he would smile at me and I wondered if he actually had a soul. But if he did, he wouldn't touch me. So why smile at me? Bring my guard down? Make me like him so I'd get into everything more? Be happy to see him? Hell to the fuck no.
How would I escape from this hell? If I shoved the chair back and left uneaten chocolate on my plate they'd know something was up. They knew I loved chocolate. They'd look at me like I was crazy. It was them. They were all crazy.
John gave me back my fork and reclined in the seat, staring at me. Waiting to see what I'd do now that he'd used the fork. Why would I care about a fork? A fork was nothing compared to him and other things. I looked down and tried to eat my pie quickly without looking like I was rushing to finish and leave. The yelling stopped. I turned my head slightly and saw them making out. My God. They were so hot and cold with each other.
They broke apart and Clara came over to me. She placed the ID down by my plate and said, "Only get something when Travis or John asks you to. Nothing for yourself."
I'd only do that for them if I was using Clara's money. I wasn't giving her part of my check to keep him drunk and drugged up.
I nodded my head for Clara to see I'd heard her. I stood up and whispered thanks, making eye contact with all three of them, before I put my dishes in the sink and walked to my room for the night. I'd wash the plate and fork in the morning.

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"Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday yesterday?"
Today had been sunny and I told Mila I wanted to walk to work when she asked me at my locker. She shrugged her shoulders. She knew I liked walking when it was nice out. I was just getting into the library and she was ambushing me. Ms. Krinshaw must have mentioned my birthday to her. I sighed.
"I don't know. It's not that big a deal." And it wasn't. I wanted to forget about yesterday. The fake ID, Clara's odd behavior, John's soft smile, all of it.
"Well, what do you want for your birthday? I have to get you something."
"No, you really don't." I knew I was being short with her, but I didn't want this to be a thing.
"What is with you? Let me do something nice for you." Her feelings were hurt and it was my fault.
I took a deep breath and hoped patience would come to me.
"Mila," I started, "I don't want to think about my birthday. I'm eighteen. I feel no different than when I was seventeen. I haven't changed. The fact that you want to get me something is enough for me." It was, actually. It felt nice that someone wanted to do something for me because they liked me, not out of obligation or to get something in return. I didn't know how to handle it.
"You're different. You talk more and aren't as afraid to say what you're thinking. Now, what do you want for your birthday?"
Had I changed? I didn't feel different. And God, she was persistent.
"Shit, woman, fine, I don't know. Surprise me." I huffed at her and she smiled a huge smile before she hugged me.
"You'll love it, I promise."
I didn't like the idea of a surprise. Nothing good came out of being surprised, at least nothing had for me yet.
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