This Weeping Frost, the companion novella to Drip Drop Teardrop, is coming along slowly. I'm working on my bigger projects, like Scorched Skies (Fire Spirits #2), so This Weeping Frost gets attention whenever I have a spare moment. That means I have no definite date of release for it unfortunately. I'm also not really sure these novellas can be classified as young adult. They're more for girls in college... so I've decided to not label them YA just as paranormal romance. Anyhoo, I'm halfway through the novella so I thought I'd give you a little teaser...
This Weeping Frost (a Drip Drop Teardrop novella)
Sarah is empty.
Hiding behind a smile, Sarah Lewis is a lonely party girl with a silent home life, absent parents and a well-guarded heart. With a less than extraordinary life, Sarah is shocked when a dark, mysterious stranger begins to haunt her world. And when his haunting footsteps kick up ghosts – memories of a girl who apparently does not exist – Sarah grows steadily more afraid. She may long for a life less ordinary but it is life nonetheless that she longs for… not Death.
But then… Death has never been so compelling before.
Cassius is Ankou.
A tortured soul, Cassius has only one friend - his savior and fellow Ankou, Anonna. Now Anonna is Fallen. Seeking vengeance for her death, Cassius begins to haunt Sarah’s life, hoping to use her to lure in his enemy, the one he blames for Anonna’s Fall. But as he creeps deeper inside Sarah’s world Cassius grows steadily more afraid. He may long for vengeance but not if it means tempting his frosted heart to love.
But then… Love has never been so compelling to Death before...
" “I’ve never seen you here before.” She drew unconsciously closer to him again and Cassius found himself smirking. He could tell she was wary of him… but she was also curious.
It annoyed him that he was just as curious.
Glancing up, Cassius couldn’t ignore the tingling under his skin when his steel eyes met her huge blue ones. They were gloriously rich and dark with long black lashes. Beautiful, sad eyes. He’d waved the strange feeling that had washed over him away when those eyes had first met his. But there it was again.
He shook his head. “I’ve never been here before.”
“So what brings you here tonight?”
She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “You seem to have a huge case of ennui.”
It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Look at you with your big fancy words.”
“Don’t be condescending.”
He wanted to laugh again. He shook his head, gripping his glass tight. He wasn’t here to talk, to get to know her. He was here to use her. As bait. “You’re right. I have a rather large case of ennui. New York is dull. The people are dull.” Run away to the land of the living lonely little girl before Death decides to give you some company.
Sarah snorted. “Ever thought maybe you’re the one that’s dull?”
Again Cassius was taken aback by her forthright attitude. Any time he had chosen to walk among the living, pretending he was human, the ladies had fawned over him.
Just as they had done when he was human.
His was a handsome face… timeless.
“Perhaps you are right,” he murmured in response.
“I’ve never heard an Italian accent like yours before. Which region from Italy do you come from?”
Another surprise. She was observant. “A very old one.”
“I’m not forcing you to sit here with me,” he snapped, glaring at her.
Her eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. Then her face closed as she scowled back at him, her body already moving to slip from the stool.
“Stop.” Cassius reached out a hand, stopping inches from touching her. An inexplicable panic had taken over him. “I apologize,” he almost choked on the words. He turned and waved at the bartender. “Another drink for the lady.”
“You don’t have to…” Sarah trailed off, looking bewildered and unsure.
Cassius eyed her, his mind racing, piecing together a new plan." "