October 26, 2012

Under The Desert Moon by Emma Meade {Excerpt}

17 year old Erin Harris spends her time daydreaming, hoping to escape her small town life in Copperfield, Arizona.  When a movie crew arrives unexpectedly to shoot a vampire film over the summer, Erin’s small town world changes forever.
Erin is positive she has seen the star, James Linkin before in a thirty year old TV show.  He hasn’t aged a day. How is this possible? Erin is determined to find out, but how will James handle the scrutiny of an all too intelligent teenage girl?


“Penny for your thoughts.”
            His voice frightened Erin from her reverie.  James stood a few feet away from her, hands in his pockets as seemed to be his preferred stance.  He was as wet as Erin, but didn’t seem bothered in the least.
            “How did you find me this time?” Erin demanded, shaking with the cold.
            “Your bike.”  He nodded in the direction of the gate where she had left her bicycle.  “I recognized it from your back yard.”
            Erin wasn’t sure she believed him.  “You were just out walking in this weather?”
            “What’s your excuse?” he asked, not in the least perturbed by the venom in her voice.  Erin didn’t answer him.
            James studied the inscription on the headstone.  “Your mother?”
            “Gee.  You were really blessed with super intelligence.”  Erin’s eyes remained focused on the grave as she unloaded this sarcasm.
            “Do you talk to everyone with that wit, or save it especially for me?”
            “Only for you, Noah,” she said, and turned sharply to see his reaction. 
            His shock was evident.
            “What did you say?”  James’ confident demeanor shattered.
            “You heard me.”  Erin stepped closer to him, forcing him to look at her.  Dusky eyes with those strangely luminous flecks of green.  “I found my mother’s video tapes.  You were Noah Phoenix when Welcome to the Mundy’s was a hit.”
            James’ eyes were focused clearly on her now.  The green was spreading, obliterating the brown.  “I was.”
            “Thirty years ago, James.  How is that possible?” Erin braced herself for anything, everything.
            A minute of tense silence passed, then another, as a battle raged within him.  Erin’s mouth parted to demand an answer from him, but at that moment he chose to speak.
            “I’m different,” James told her simply and shrugged.

Emma Meade lives in rainy Ireland. She loves vampires, slayers, witches, ghosts, aliens & shadow men (or at least the youngest of the Shadow Men), and regular people who live extraordinary lives (think Slayerettes and you’re on the right track).
Books, DVDS & TV show boxsets take up lots of space in her home, and she collects all the Point Horror books she can get her hands on.
Writing supernatural short stories and watching marathon re-runs of Buffy are some of her favourite ways of escaping reality.

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