Secrets of the Moon
Author: Kristy Centeno
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Synopsis: Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death. As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s achieved.
Kyran Rousseau’s
gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under the right
circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to protect Kyran.
While, he doesn’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has a way of
changing his plans.
Falling for Kyran
is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat hunting her and a
boyfriend who's as dangerous as he is good looking—how can Marjorie and Kyran
keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?
SNEAK PEEK
Minutes later we arrived, and just in time for our eight a.m.
classes. Claire, Tracy, and I dispersed to our respective classrooms upon
entering the building, agreeing to meet later on for lunch.
Usually, I’d sit in one of the chairs at the first row of tables,
since I barely made it in time for class; but today the only available seats
were at the back—where no one likes to sit because it’s too far away from the
writing board. No one paid attention to me as I scooted by to the back of the
classroom and grabbed one of the empty seats at the last row of tables. The
seat to the left of me was empty and everyone else had chosen their seats, so I
was a little relieved that I wouldn’t be sharing the table with anyone. I
wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so sitting alone came as a bonus.
When a few moments had gone by and no one else showed up, the
teacher began his lecture for the day. With book, notebook, and pen in hand, I
began to take notes of what the teacher was either saying or writing on the
board, when the door opened and someone stepped inside. I was too busy going
over what I wrote so I didn’t bother to look up to see who’d entered the
classroom. I automatically assumed it was probably a student running late.
However, the sound of loud gasps rushing through the otherwise silent room
caused me to look up to see what the commotion was all about.
That was the first time I saw him. My gaze automatically drifted
toward the silver-colored orbs he had for eyes. Never in my life had I seen
eyes like those. It wasn’t just the color of them that was strange and
incredibly alluring but the way he looked around the room also, as if searching
for prey. Where that thought came from I had no idea, but I did agree that the
description match him to a T.
The instructor spoke softly to him, but the boy only nodded
several times, not even bothering to look at him. I thought that rude until I
noticed he was too busy looking at…me.
My cheeks started to burn as he kept staring at me with those
dangerously sensual eyes. No one had ever observed me that way before and it
made me slightly uneasy. His quiet stare made me feel hot and uncomfortable all
at once. After a silent staring contest, I turned my eyes away from him and decided
to stare at the notes in front of me instead.
His eyes were intense, too much for me to handle without feeling
as if I was going to be burned alive right on the spot. Good grief, no one ever
had this mammoth effect on me before.
He was so different from the young men from around here. His
demeanor held a hint of arrogance, boldness, and indifference unlike anything
I’d perceived. Sure, some guys tended to act that way, but he took it up a
notch. I took note of his dress code too: all-black casual wear—black hoodie,
black shirt, black pants, black boots. Even his backpack was black. I could
have easily accused him of being some kind of rock and roll groupie or maybe
even a Goth-loving fan, but he didn’t appear to fit into either category.
However, the dark clothing only made his look more mysterious and
it definitely brought out the color of his eyes even more. He was tall, too,
very tall. If I had to guess what his height was, I would say six-foot-one or
something close to that. His chestnut-colored hair was long, down to his
shoulders, and he wore it lose. Something about him clearly screamed bad boy.
About the Author: As a child, she
used to lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that
she’s all grown up, Kristy gets to create her own fictional realms and make
them come to life in ways that most readers might not expect.
She’s always had a
passion for writing but never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying
out numerous options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most so
when she found herself with some free time on her hands, she decided to pursue
her passion. As it turned out, her very active imagination helped her achieve
her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so
ordinary characters that helped the stories move along in one way or another.
Where to Stalk the Author: Website/Blog #1/Blog #2/Goodreads/Facebook/Twitter/Amazon Author Page
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