Kiss of Fire
Young Adult, paranormal
Joclyn Despain hasn’t heard from her father since a scar appeared behind her right ear on her fifth birthday. Eleven years later he sends her a cursed stone, referring Joclyn to what she can only assume is a cult. According to Joclyn’s delusional father, her scar has given her supernatural powers, and the cult will ‘save’ her. Now, she is being stalked by a tall blonde man, and her best friend, Ryland, has a father who is threatening more than just her friendship with his son.
Joclyn only wishes to hide behind her large clothes, ignore the romantic advances from Ryland, and try to forget about whatever mess her father has gotten her into. But, weird things have begun to happen. Normal people shouldn’t be able to throw their enemies ten feet in the air or fall fifteen feet without getting hurt, right?
Joclyn finally begins to find her footing, when Ryland finds her scar. Not only does he know what it is, but he insists that she will be hunted and killed because of it.
Joclyn barely escapes, only to discover that Ryland has been captured by those who would kill her. Now Joclyn must find the ability to save Ryland before he is tortured to death by a man who will stop at nothing to find Joclyn’s location.
First 150 words:
My longboard clicked rhythmically down the sidewalk as I moved, the warm wind of early summer tugging against my dark hoodie, pulling at the long strands of black hair that had fallen out of my hood. I didn't like traveling in front of the houses in this part of the neighborhood. I normally took the back alley but today, some road crews were working on pot-holes and I had to make my trip in front of the giant mansions that littered the hills of the east side of the city.
The rich ladies with their upturned noses liked to look out their windows at me as if I were somehow infecting their perfect little world with a contagious disease. They looked at me like I was poor (which I was), a menace (which I wasn’t), and like there was something wrong with me (which I wasn’t even sure of). Normally I would laugh at their response to me, but I didn't like them taking so much notice.