Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Seven Days With You by Hugo Driscoll



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Sean Johnson’s life as a small-town farmhand has been nothing but predictable, but when he meets Sophia Hillingdon at the local animal sanctuary, she gets him out of an eighteen-year rut, away from the mundane existence on the farm, and a grieving, drunken father.

Sophia is the first person who understands him and makes him believe that he might get out of their small town, who tells him, he has the potential to be whoever he wants to be and do whatever he wants to do.

But as their relationship unfolds, it is the most devastating of news that will change both of them forever.

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I hadn’t been anywhere, but my mind had been everywhere. That’s how I felt that summer. Or more precisely, that’s how Sophia had made me feel by the time summer neared its conclusion. The months of July and August had followed identical patterns to June in that we rarely spent a day apart. We rode with Violet across the Suffolk countryside, sometimes for miles on end, often stopping by at local pubs. Then it would be Saturday. That was the best day of all for there was no work on Sunday, which meant dancing with Tom and Jessica until our bodies could no longer stand. We drank, we laughed, and most nights after, we made love as we tip-toed up the stairs of my father’s house. I was obsessed with everything about her. Yes, Sophia Hillingdon, the girl I’d known for barely a few months was the girl I now wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And though we often drove each other crazy, we soon laughed and made up as if nothing happened. It often puzzled me as to why Sophia found our fights so amusing seconds after we were hot from the exertion of spouting obscenities at each other. Red-faced, she’d often say, “You drive me mad Sean. But, you know something? That’s just how I like it.”

“Why?” I’d ask.

“Us,” she would say. “I love how angry you make me because…. Well, I’m obsessed with you… even our arguments sound oddly beautiful.”

About the Author: Hugo Driscoll is a 25-year- old British journalist and content writer for an online publication in London.

When he's not working, you can usually find him writing in the basements of cafes or lamenting the unfair treatment of millennials in overcrowded London bars.

You can also find Hugo on Twitter, Facebook, and his personal blog, which he updates regularly.

Seven Days with You is his first novel.

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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Seven Days to Goodbye by Sheri S. Levy


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Why do you write YA novels. What draws you to it?

Having taught many types of students, I enjoyed finding ways to encourage their interests and confidence. Pre-teens and teens develop in different stages and need subjects to identify with and connect. If they don’t have discussions with siblings or parents, it is helpful for them to read a book with the appropriate subjects. Writing for teens is exciting and a challenge. I like to address subjects affecting their lives and hope to encourage their own self-discovery.

Pretend your protagonist is at school and opens her locker- what will we see?

My protagonist is in the eighth grade. Trina is not neat and organized. The floor of her locker is filled with books, clothing left behind, and snacks in case she gets hungry. Her hobbies are training service dogs and riding the barn’s schooling horse, Chancy. She has filled the side of her locker with pictures of her very first dog, a white German shepherd, Gretchel, jumping over bushes, collecting gum balls in her mouth, and her favorite picture is the two of them sitting on the grass with her arm wrapped around Gretchel’s neck. Other pictures of her first black and white kitten, she received at Christmas, Claus, sits inside her dad’s shoe. And another of Gretchel and Claus snuggling, and sound asleep. But in the middle of the locker door is Chancy, a chestnut–colored-thoroughbred. Her head hangs over the stall door with her big brown eyes pleading for an apple chunk.

What’s your favorite sweet treat?

My favorite sweet treat has to be dark chocolate. I am allergic to gluten and have a reaction to sugar, so dark chocolate is safe. Occasionally, when we wander downtown, I can’t resist the ice cream shop and break all my rules. I order a double scoop-dark chocolate ice cream cone with chocolate frosting and Heath bar spread around the cone. Then a few hours later, I must take medication for a headache. It is always worth the discomfort.

Ideal summer vacation

There is nothing better than being on Edisto Beach, South Carolina. After growing up on California beaches, this southern beach is different than any other location. The water is brown instead of blue because the sand is made of crushed shells not quartz like you find on the Gulf beaches. The currents keep the sand stirred up, and keep the water dark. Sea grass grows in the sand dunes and rock jetties help reduce erosion. It is an old fashion beach without commercial activities. The one rental shop supplies kayaks, bikes, and beach toys. Patrons of the small island enjoy casual restaurants, a very small grocery store, and a liquor store. If you need to shop, you can browse the few souvenir shops and find beach clothing and essentials. We rent an older house over-looking the ocean, purchase fresh shrimp or fish caught that day, and enjoy watching the sunset. Our family usually joins us for a few days and livens-up our days. We kayak, ride bikes, or walk the beach looking for turtle nests and dolphins. I sit on the screened-in porch, listen to the waves roar, inhale the salt air, and watch for pelicans.

Life moves slowly, and I never tire of being on Edisto Island.

Sum up your book for twitter.

I am introducing my sequel, Starting Over. Trina trains a new pup, misses her 1st boyfriend, furious with a new girl at the barn, decides 2 offer help & suffers the consequences.

Thirteen year old, Trina has chosen to raise service dogs and have puppy after puppy. But during her seven day beach vacation, Trina struggles with having to return Sydney at the end of the week and worries about her best friend changing into a stranger. To complicate the week, Sydney, meets a young boy with autism and the girls meet his two older brothers. Tension is raised over the guys, and Trina fears she’ll lose more than her service dog. Will Trina's lose her best friend, also?


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Uh, oh. The wind lifted the Frisbee into the air. It looked as if the disc had sprouted wings, and disappeared up and over the jetty. Sydney halted, staring at me. He was used to chasing his toy. His eyes asked for permission as his body quivered pent-up energy. Letting him struggle for a minute, I giggled and said, “Okay, Syd. Find Frisbee.”

I did a slow jog towards the rocks and seconds later, Sarah called, “Wait for me.”

I turned around and stopped. “Wow, you're joining me! Come on. I’ve got to find Syd’s Frisbee. It’s on the other side.”

We climbed over the jetty. The dogs used their four-legged drive and moved much faster than Sarah or me. When we reached the top of the mound, Sydney stood a distance away with his Frisbee at his feet, leaning close to a small boy. The boy continued to pat the sand in his bucket and turn it upside down, making a row of mounds.

My heart did a triple beat in quarter time. I started running. Sydney’s stub wiggled and jiggled as soon as the boy’s sandy hands rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry,” I said running ahead. I bent, face to face with the boy. “I hope he didn’t scare you.”

The boy never looked at me, only at Sydney and back to the sand. He said in a monotone voice, “Doggy, doggy.”

Sarah meandered up to us. I panted in fast spurts. Worried about the boy and Sydney, I never noticed the rest of the group. A little ways from the small boy, two guys around our age worked on a fort or it could have been a sand castle. The one who seemed to be the oldest, stood. He had long legs and was much taller than I expected. Using his hand, he shoved his longish brown bangs out of his eyes.

Oh, Sarah had definitely noticed. She smiled, pushed loose hair back into her braid and pulled her bathing suit in place.

I rolled my eyes. Okay. Here she goes.

About the Author:
Sheri, originally from California, moved to South Carolina with her husband, two children and a Siamese cat. Soon they adopted their first rescue dog who influenced their need to continue living with dogs. Sheri taught a multi-handicapped Special Ed class, and then a GED-parenting class, which included home visits. Because of her love of reading, Sheri found unusual ways to encourage children to read. After her rescue of a difficult dog, Sheri enrolled in dog classes to change his behavior. Her dream of writing, Seven Days to Goodbye, came from the culmination of her beach experiences, her understanding of behaviors, and from research with PAALS, a service dog organization.

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

A Daughter's Curse by C.J. Davidson


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Why do you write juvenile fiction? What draws you to it?

I discovered books around the fifth grade. Harry Potter was the first book I ever read, and it offered an escape from a terrible reality I was living. I still remember the first emotions I felt while I read it, because I identified with Harry. I remember thinking that it was odd that Harry had a scar on his forehead like I did. Of course, I kept it hidden with bangs, but still. After I finished reading the first book, my imagination did wonderful things for me. This is around the time when I first came up with the fantasy world contained in A Daughter’s Curse, and it wasn't as the plot for a novel. I created the mystical world years ago to escape a difficult childhood. It was at a young age when I discovered my imagination and it helped me cope with my reality for the next couple of years, before child services intervened. I want to be able to help children who are having a difficult childhood and give them an escape from reality.

What books were your favorite as a youth and why?

Harry Potter books were a considerable influence in my life. Every time I opened the pages of one of those books, I would imagine myself there, escaping from hardships going on in my life. As mentioned before, they helped me discover my imagination. If it weren’t for them, A Daughter’s Curse would not be around now.

Another book that I read in my youth was A Child Called It. That one opened my eyes, and I knew that it wasn’t just one child going through abuse like that. It gave me strength and inspired me to be stronger in difficult situations.

Sum up your book for Twitter: 140 characters or less.

“A Daughter’s Curse” introduces a suspenseful romance about 16-year-old Brisnay Caplin who is not only discovering who she is, but where she comes from and what that means. Set in a parallel world in which only certain mortals have their own type of weapon and powers, depending in which element they are born in, she must overcome obstacles to deal with the consequences of her heritage and a forbidden love.

Ideal summer vacation.

I would love to vacation somewhere near the Rocky Mountains. There are splendid views and nature always has a way of stimulating my imagination. I would love a window facing the mountains while I write.

What superpower would you love to have? Why?

I’m a small-town girl, and when I drive through big cities, let me tell you, it’s something else. Telekinesis would sure help move some cars out of the way. Not in the sense that I have road rage, that is not the case. It is more when people cut you off within inches. (laughing)

When Brisnay discovers that she is a part of a fantasy world and meets Nickolaus, her miserable life takes a turn for the better. A world where anything is possible becomes her refuge and sparks fly between her and Nickolaus. Just when she thinks she knows everything about the realm she was thrust into, she uncovers shocking truths that rattle her to the core.

Betrayal. Hate. Envy. Deceit. Vengeance. Retribution. These are some of the things that Brisnay must face to fight a powerful, unknown enemy who is out to destroy her and strip her of the powers she's rightfully inherited.

Brisnay realizes that she has no choice but to take a stand and must get revenge by fighting for the right to love.


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Brisnay was shocked when Cesare commanded her to conjure a weapon of her choice out of the water. The first thing that popped in her mind was a bow and arrow.

“Now, pick it up from the water,” Cesare told her.

Brisnay gave him a perplexed look.

“Go ahead. Dip your hand in the water,” Cesare dared her.

Another look of confusion decorated her face before she reached into the water. The water had nearly reached her elbow when she felt something hard and cool. She grabbed it, as if it were something just randomly lying on the floor. She pulled her hand up, and a bow loomed into view. The bow was frozen solid, yet it didn’t freeze her hand.

“Wh—” Brisnay started, astonished.

“You’re missing something,” said Cesare with a nod down at the water.

She reached down, and the same thing happened; she felt something hard and cool. She brought her hand up and—

An arrow?

“But how?”

“Shoot it,” said Cesare.

Brisnay looked down at the bow. The retractable string was frozen solid, too.

“But it’s frozen.”

“Aim and shoot,” Cesare repeated.

Still perplexed, Brisnay placed the frozen arrow on the bow, putting the end up against the frozen string.

“Pull.”

Brisnay pulled, expecting the frozen string to shatter to pieces, but she was wrong. The frozen string resisted and became flexible at her pull. The arrow made a loud whistling noise when it left. Brisnay didn’t turn to see where the arrow went. She was busy watching the string bounce a couple of times before becoming frozen solid again.

Cesare simply waved his hand, and the frozen bow disappeared from her hands, changing to water.

About the Author:
Today, I am married and have four children. Their names are Dluce, Marin, Carlos, and Isabella. I work as Branch Manager at a financial institution. I couldn't be happier with what I have accomplished so far.

My next step is to somehow help those affected by domestic violence. What hurts the most, is when children are in the middle of it. It is my belief that no one should have to feel unsafe, living life on the edge, wondering when they are going to get hurt. Sleeping with one eye open is the worst feeling in the world. Fear that catches in your throat paralyzes your whole body. Living life like that hurts and it comes with consequences. I know.

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Lake of Sins: Hangman's Army by L.S. O'Dea


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Secrets to writing a series


Some authors are plotters and some are pantsers. I’m a combination of both. This is important because plotters wouldn’t write a series in the same way that I do.

For me, the secret to writing a series is to write it in chunks, or write the entire thing at once. This may seem counterproductive because it’s going to take you a lot longer to get anything out there for readers, but for me it works.

I started writing this way by accident. When I finished my first book, it was huge – over 160,000 words. At this time, I was trying the traditional publishing route and I sent it to numerous agents. One of them was kind enough to contact me back, saying that no one would ever be interested in a first time author’s book of that size. She suggested that I cut around 100,000 words. Yeah, that’s right. Basically, she said “Cut it all – anything that big is full of fluff.” She didn’t actually say those words, but that’s what I read between the lines. She did also suggest that if I couldn’t cut that much then I should consider breaking the book into two.

That was going to require a lot of work, but it was the better of the two options – the only one I was willing to tackle. That’s how my one book became Lake Of Sins: Escape and Lake Of Sins: Secrets In Blood.

What I hadn’t realized was the benefits of writing them together. One of the main perks was I could go back and change things in book one to fit a situation in book two. I could leave little seeds—a trail for the reader to follow—in book one that will come to fruition in book two.

Once these were published, I sat down and wrote the rest. The entire series is done in rough (some very rough) draft. Part of me wishes I’d waited to publish the first two books because now I’m constrained by the rules that I set up in books one and two. Stockers have to be basically blind with no sense of smell, even though my life would’ve been easier if I could’ve changed that. I hadn’t realized how important Harbor Point was going to be when I wrote about it in book one. If I’d waited to publish Escape, I could’ve dropped some tiny seeds about Harbor Point, but as it stands, I have to live with what is published. As far as the future of the Lake of Sins, Escape, Secrets In Blood, and Hangman’s Army are the bible. The rules set up earlier cannot be broken.

So, my secret for writing a series is to write it all together and then publish. Most won’t agree with me, but that’s okay, because it works for me.

A rebellion is brewing in the world of the Lake of Sins while Hugh Truent sits in prison days away from his execution.

After taking his findings about the genetic similarities between the classes to the Supreme Almighty and the Council, Hugh had been arrested for treason and all his evidence had vanished as if made from smoke.

To protect his family, he cut off all contact with the outside world while he sat in prison for over four years waiting for his execution. He has no idea that some of his reports were leaked to the other classes and that civil war looms on the horizon.

Trinity and her friends have no hope of winning the war unless they can unite the classes. In order to do that, they need someone everyone will follow. They need the one person all the classes trust and believe in. They need Hugh.

That means they have to break him out of a maximum security prison and convince him to lead their army, but that won’t be easy because Hugh wants revenge and he’s not going to let anything get in his way especially mouthy, attractive, know-it-all Trinity.

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Hugh

“What do you suggest we do?” From this position, the next tree was quite a distance away. The River-Men waited in the water below. He didn’t want to go back but he didn’t think they had a choice.

She went farther out on the branch toward the other tree. “Do you think you can jump?” She turned toward him, her golden eyes searching his face. “Don’t lie. If you miss, you die.”

“I’ll never make that jump.” There was no room for manly bravado in this situation.

She stared at him for another moment and then leapt. The River-Men dipped below the surface and then back up as she landed safely on the other tree. His heart thudded in his chest. She wasn’t leaving him. She wouldn’t do that. He had faith in her. He trusted her, but his stomach knotted. He’d trusted before and had been betrayed.

She tied the end of the rope around the trunk of the tree. “Do you think you can cross on the rope? If you don’t, I’ll come back, but then we’ll have to backtrack and that means sleeping in the swamp tonight.”

His arms and back ached and his hands were a bloody mess, but he could do this. He had to do this. “Throw me the rope.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He wasn’t sure at all but they didn’t have time to go back. He caught the rope and tied it to the trunk of the tree, making sure it was tight-really, really tight. Then he grabbed the taut rope and wrapped his ankles over the top of it. Hand over hand, he moved away from the safety of the tree. He glanced down. The River-Men were swimming faster, excited and anticipating a meal.

About the Author:
L. S. O’Dea grew up the youngest of seven in a family that uses teasing and tricks as an indication of love (or at least that’s what she tells herself). Being five years younger than her closest sibling often made her the unwilling entertainment for her brothers and sisters.

Before she started kindergarten her brothers taught her how to spell her first and middle name—Linda Sue. She was so proud she ran into the kitchen to tell her mother. She stood tall and recited the letters of her name: L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.

She’s pretty sure she has her siblings to thank for the demons that lurk in her mind, whispering dark and demented stories.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Buried Dolls by Lynn Hones


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Jody had the misfortune of breaking her ankle. The only available apartment to convalesce in is a derelict mansion just outside of town. The tenants prefer to keep to themselves except when sneaking strange dolls into her rooms. Suffering from loss of memory after a horrific event destroyed her biological family, Jody clutches at straws trying to find out who she is and why some people in the house leave her clues to get out or get murdered. Find out if Jody regains her memory, what happened to her family and who, among her friends, is actually her enemy, working to see her killed.


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It seemed odd that this lonely old spinster would go to such trouble to hide a note in the book, simply telling her to enjoy it. Ohjeita. He aikovat tappaa sinut j√§lleen. Slowly she typed the letters in one at a time. Such a strange language, she thought. When finished, she hit the translate button, and put her hand to her mouth. There in English it read, Get help. They are going to kill you. “What?” she said out loud. “What is wrong with this woman?” Jody pushed her blankets aside and stood. She slowly walked into the living room to double check that her front door was locked and bolted. One could never be too safe. And she was more afraid of Mrs. Junhuton than anyone or anything else. Slowly she walked back into the room and lay down. In between the space of wakefulness and sleep, at a time she reserved for thoughts of what was and what will be, she noticed a crack in the wallpaper. A small, fine line that needed further investigation. She opened her eyes and turned on the light. She followed that crack and rose and scooted over toward the end of her bed so she could reach its craggy edge. She ran her fingers along it. Upon further investigation she noticed there was another similar crack running parallel to that one and she saw one about two feet perpendicular to it. A door.

About the Author:Lynn Hones has been married for 28 years and is mother to two lovely daughters. She has two rescued cats and two dogs who are so big she calls them livestock. She lives in a large, drafty old home on the shores of Lake Erie and loves nothing better than grabbing an armful of books and heading to the beach. She combs the beaches for beach glass and makes jewelry out of it. Living in a historic harbor town, she has lots of inspiration for her books. She loves to write and chew massive amounts of bubblegum; preferably at the same time. She’s an expert bubble blower.

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Monday, March 20, 2017

Elektra Chaos by Deanna Roy


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Elektra never wanted to be the good guy.

She’s a troublemaker and a clever Loki magic thief. Nobody gets in her way. All she has to do is zap people with her electric-magnetic power, and they forget where they are or what they are doing.

But a few days ago in the desert, a magnetic sandstorm did more than blow everyone backward. It switched the polarity of the magic world. The good guys turned bad. And the bad guys like Elektra, well, now their magic only works if they are doing good in the world.

Now the Vor are out to steal more power, making the thieves look like chumps. Elektra will have to fight every bad guy code she’s ever stood for to take down the good guys and save the day.

Elektra Chaos is the final book in the Magic Mayhem trilogy.



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The Loki stopped for hamburgers a few hours from the mountains. Elektra went into the bathroom, pausing to turn the faucets without touching them. She found she could press the metal button on the drying machine by simply pushing the air in front of it. So her magnet power could either attract or repel, the same way magnets did if you turned them around. Cool.

She turned to the stall doors on their silver hinges. The magnetism didn’t affect the doors themselves, as they weren’t metal. Elektra tried to make the hinges move on their own, but she didn’t know how to apply the force. She tried and tried to open them, but they wouldn’t budge.

If she couldn’t do anything bigger than a thumbtack or a faucet, how would she change the polarity of the magical world?

She got frustrated then, ready to scream at the silly metal, when she was struck by a thousand tiny needlelike pains in her legs.

All the nails and screws in the room were sticking to her.

Uh-oh.

She backed away as half the room collapsed. Without their metal pins and hinges, the stalls fell over, knocking into walls. Elektra pressed against the wood door, then stumbled as it also fell outward with no hardware to hold it in place. The sound was crazy loud as planks fell over and crashed to the floor.

Now she knew to be careful.

About the Author:
Deanna Roy is the six-time USA Today bestselling author of middle grade books, women's fiction, and college romance. She wrote Elektra Chaos for her daughter Elizabeth, who was diagnosed with epilepsy at age six.

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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

The Secret Billionaire by Teymour Shahabi


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Why do you write juvenile fiction? What draws you to it?

Everyone knows that teenagers are constantly changing. They’re moving in a direction that seems to shift as they approach it. What I didn’t know, when I was a teenager, was that this is true of everyone, of every age. Youth is the time when it is most obvious that simply being alive is an adventure. The life of a young adult is inherently a journey, a quest. But we should never forget that the adventure, the quest, never ends, because no one ever grows up.

What’s your favorite sweet treat?

Make a giant cookie brownie cake in a cast-iron skillet and cover it with nuts, ice cream, and chocolate sauce. The batter must include Nutella.

What would you write in a letter to your teen self?

One day you’ll look back and realize that there could have been a way to understand and befriend every single person you know.

Favorite hot beverage. Why?

Perhaps because I’m originally Persian, tea is our family drink. It’s my magic potion and the aroma of my home. It’s a strict requirement for: mornings, afternoons, any kind of work, brunch, any event with “coffee” in the description, and almost any type of cozy circumstance.

Ideal summer vacation.

Some place where mountains meet the sea, and where every meal lasts three hours.

Coal or candy in your Christmas stocking? Why?

Candy, 100%. And that has to be true of most people in the world. Sure, there’s some real evil out there, but most of us—the clear majority—are ultimately kindhearted.

You’re stranded on a desert island—which character from your book do you want with you? Why?

Andrew Day would have the highest survival skills… but Olivia Gladys might be slightly more fun to survive with.

March 24. Billionaire Lyndon Surway takes off in his private plane and never returns.

His will leaves the entirety of his wealth—one of the largest fortunes in history—to his “dear friend Lucian Baker.” Only there is no trace of anyone by that name. And the fortune itself is nowhere to be found.

Andrew Day knows nothing of wealth and privilege, but he won a scholarship to study at the most exclusive school in the country, in the town where the mystery, decades later, remains unsolved. There he discovers friendship and danger with the aristocratic Cameron and the beautiful Olivia. But watchful eyes follow him everywhere... Until, one night, he comes across a secret that will change his life. As he begins to unravel what really happened to the Surway fortune, the question remains: who is Lucian Baker?

Winner: Northern California Book Festival, Best Young Adult Book, 2016
Winner: Great Midwest Book Festival, Best Young Adult Book, 2016
Winner: Florida Book Festival, Best Young Adult Book, 2016

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They continued to follow the fence on the sandy path along the road. But the House remained hidden. The elms on the other side of the fence barred their sight. They all sensed, without saying so, that the trees would thin out. They were so hopeful for a clearing that they could picture it as they went, lying just beyond the shadow of the last trunk they could see. But the last trunk kept receding, and the curtain of trees kept on going beyond it, as silent and unhelpful as the empty road alongside.

All of a sudden, Olivia stopped. Her eyes were fixed on the ground. Neither Cameron nor Andrew could make out what she was staring at in the sand of the path. She brought a hand over her knee and crouched. The boys gathered closer. Their shadows mingled over her. She looked up into their faces. After a few seconds, she asked, “What do you guys think?”

“What do we think of—?” Cameron began, taking another step closer, when suddenly she shouted, “Cameron, stop!”

She jumped up and held out her arms.

“What the hell was that?” he yelled out.

“Don’t step on it!”

“Don’t step on what?”

“The footprint!” she answered in a whisper, as if just remembering the sound of her own voice. She glanced over both shoulders, gave Cameron and Andrew a significant look, and slowly lowered herself once more to the ground. The two of them mirrored her movement.

All at once, Andrew saw it. It was a footprint, unmistakable, elementary, like a picture in a comic book, a single elongated shape with a line separating the heel. Cameron asked in a muted voice, “What kind of shoe is that? It doesn’t have any—any details.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. Not even whispering could soften her contempt.

“It’s a boot,” she said.

“A boot,” Cameron repeated. And after a second’s reflection, “So it’s a boot. So what? People leave footprints every day on every path in the world. Some of them wear boots.”

But he didn’t dare to go back to his normal voice.

Olivia continued to study the print as if he hadn’t spoken. It was Andrew who answered, “But no one leaves footprints on this path.”

Cameron and Olivia looked up.

“There’s nothing along this road, nothing for miles in either direction, right? Nothing but the gate of the Surway House.”

They stared at him without reply.

“Well,” he went on, examining the footprint, “assuming that’s the case, then there’s really no reason for anyone to have come here recently—no reason other than...” His eyes turned to the fence.

Olivia’s gaze followed his.

“It’s not just the fact that someone was here recently—” she began.

“How do you guys know it’s so recent?” Cameron broke in. “The print could go back several days, anytime since the last rainfall. For all we know, someone could have left it over the weekend. No one here’s an expert in detection.”

“No,” Olivia rejoined, “but I’m an expert in shoes. That’s how I know it’s a boot.”

About the Author:
Teymour Shahabi was born in Paris of Persian parents in 1985. He moved to the United States to study Comparative Literature and Mathematics at Harvard University. He lives in New York City where he’s spent the last few years among serious professionals, many of whom probably prefer to read nonfiction. The Secret Billionaire is his first published book.

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