Hi everyone! Welcome to my stop on Indie-Self Published Author Event June 2013,
hosted by Nufaiza and Rachel from Say It With Books. Today we present you a spotlight of an edgy young adult paranormal romance, SUNSHINE by an indie author, Nikki Rae.
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SUNSHINE
by Nikki Rae
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Book info:
18 year old Sophie Jean is pretty good at acting normal. Sure, she’s not exactly happy, but happiness is nothing compared to being like everyone else. She can pretend she’s not allergic to the sun. She can hide what her ex-boyfriend did to her. She can cover up the scars she’s made for herself. Ignore anything. Forget anything. Then Myles enters her life, and he has more than a few secrets of his own. When accident after accident keeps happening to Sophie, she can’t help noticing that he’s everywhere. That he knows too much. That she’s remembering too much.
It’s one thing covering up her own dark past, but does she really need to worry about people finding out just how much Myles likes her? Or that despite how much she doesn’t want to repeat past mistakes, she kind of likes him back? Not to mention the fact that she now has to conceal that Myles drinks blood-that he says he’s about four hundred years old.
She almost forgot about that part.
But Sophie has no plans to ruin the normal life she has created for herself. She can deal with this little glitch, no problem. Even if word has gotten around to the wrong vampire about Sophie and Myles, even if she’s putting the few people she loves at risk. Suddenly, those who were monsters before are just people, and the monsters? They’re real. Now being a normal human being is the least of her problems. Now she has to stay alive.
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Excerpt:
We’re in the elevator when I try to open my eyes again. The light doesn’t seem to bother them now that I have my sunglasses on, but I still can’t see anything except blurry outlines of people.
“Are you okay?” Jade finally asks. He knows I hate this question.
“Yeah. I have to pee.”
The elevator reaches the bottom floor and we get out. The pain killers seem to be working already because the fuzzy outlines start shifting and moving and changing color a little bit.
“I’ll take you to the bathroom,” Jade offers, but I’ve already pulled my arm free from his.
“I can find it by myself,” I assure him, “I’ve been here so many times that I can find it with my eyes closed.” And I may have to.
“Okay.” I can tell by the tone of his voice that he doesn’t want to let me go on my own.
“I’m fine. Sit down in the cafeteria and I’ll come and get you when I’m done.” I turn away and start walking.
All I have to do is make a left, then there are two more left turns, cross the hallway once and I’ll be there. Easy.
I’m about halfway through the second left turn when I feel like the ground is made out of some kind of slippery substance made especially for me to crack my face on, but everyone else has no problem walking on it. I hug the wall the rest of the way there. All I have left to do is cross the hallway. It should only take me about three big steps.
One: Doing good.
Two: Almost slip on something, but I’m still good.
Th— Damn it.
Someone slams into me, sending my bag and me flying, causing my tailbone to come in hard contact with linoleum. I decide the best thing to do in this situation is try to find my junk and get to the bathroom before I throw up, seeing as the unexpected landing has made my stomach angry at me.
“Are you okay?” I hear a concerned male voice say from above me. I’m guessing it’s the person who bumped into me.
I ignore him.
“Hey,” he says.
I feel something cold touch my shoulder. As soon as I realize that it’s a hand, I shove it away. That makes my head pound and my stomach gets worse. I see the wobbly outline of him kneeling down next to me, gathering my stuff into a pile. The swaying, blurry person only makes me dizzier than I was before.
“You could have hit your head. Do you want me to get a doctor?” he asks.
I try not to smile at the irony of this, and shake my head no. My sunglasses slip down a tiny bit. The guy gasps. I guess my eyes are all red and puffy. Pushing them back into place, I grab my pile of miscellaneous purse contents from him and throw them back into my bag.
The same cold hand touches my shoulder, I’m guessing to help me up, but I pull away before he can. I stand all by myself. “Maybe you should see a doctor,” he says again.
“No,” I finally answer.
Then we’re silent as I smooth out my jacket and adjust my bag.
“I’m really sorry,” and he sounds like he is.
Now I feel bad. He didn’t mean to knock me over. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. Anyone else would be grateful that they were being helped.
But I’m not anyone else.
“Do you want me to help you get somewhere?” he offers.
I don’t want to go anywhere but to the bathroom then home to sleep until the sun just completely burns out. “I’m fine,” I say, trying to keep my breakfast down. But he’s trying to be nice and everything. I can’t just leave to vom without saying anything to him.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“No problem.”
“Are you okay?” Jade finally asks. He knows I hate this question.
“Yeah. I have to pee.”
The elevator reaches the bottom floor and we get out. The pain killers seem to be working already because the fuzzy outlines start shifting and moving and changing color a little bit.
“I’ll take you to the bathroom,” Jade offers, but I’ve already pulled my arm free from his.
“I can find it by myself,” I assure him, “I’ve been here so many times that I can find it with my eyes closed.” And I may have to.
“Okay.” I can tell by the tone of his voice that he doesn’t want to let me go on my own.
“I’m fine. Sit down in the cafeteria and I’ll come and get you when I’m done.” I turn away and start walking.
All I have to do is make a left, then there are two more left turns, cross the hallway once and I’ll be there. Easy.
I’m about halfway through the second left turn when I feel like the ground is made out of some kind of slippery substance made especially for me to crack my face on, but everyone else has no problem walking on it. I hug the wall the rest of the way there. All I have left to do is cross the hallway. It should only take me about three big steps.
One: Doing good.
Two: Almost slip on something, but I’m still good.
Th— Damn it.
Someone slams into me, sending my bag and me flying, causing my tailbone to come in hard contact with linoleum. I decide the best thing to do in this situation is try to find my junk and get to the bathroom before I throw up, seeing as the unexpected landing has made my stomach angry at me.
“Are you okay?” I hear a concerned male voice say from above me. I’m guessing it’s the person who bumped into me.
I ignore him.
“Hey,” he says.
I feel something cold touch my shoulder. As soon as I realize that it’s a hand, I shove it away. That makes my head pound and my stomach gets worse. I see the wobbly outline of him kneeling down next to me, gathering my stuff into a pile. The swaying, blurry person only makes me dizzier than I was before.
“You could have hit your head. Do you want me to get a doctor?” he asks.
I try not to smile at the irony of this, and shake my head no. My sunglasses slip down a tiny bit. The guy gasps. I guess my eyes are all red and puffy. Pushing them back into place, I grab my pile of miscellaneous purse contents from him and throw them back into my bag.
The same cold hand touches my shoulder, I’m guessing to help me up, but I pull away before he can. I stand all by myself. “Maybe you should see a doctor,” he says again.
“No,” I finally answer.
Then we’re silent as I smooth out my jacket and adjust my bag.
“I’m really sorry,” and he sounds like he is.
Now I feel bad. He didn’t mean to knock me over. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. Anyone else would be grateful that they were being helped.
But I’m not anyone else.
“Do you want me to help you get somewhere?” he offers.
I don’t want to go anywhere but to the bathroom then home to sleep until the sun just completely burns out. “I’m fine,” I say, trying to keep my breakfast down. But he’s trying to be nice and everything. I can’t just leave to vom without saying anything to him.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“No problem.”
Author Bio:
Nikki Rae is a student and writer who lives in New Jersey. When she is not writing, thinking, or reading, she is most likely hanging out with her gecko, Neil Gaiman, drawing in a quiet corner, or drinking tea by the gallon. Sunshine is her first book.
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