“Sneak Peek at LOST
IN STARLIGHT”
Today author, Sherry
Soule has some exciting news to share with us! She will be publishing a brand
new Upper YA / Sci-Fi romance series: the “Starlight Saga” with scorching-hot character chemistry, exciting suspense, and epic
romance on June 26, 2014.
To
help promote this interstellar love story, “LOST IN STARLIGHT,” Sherry is doing
this guest post to share the news with fellow booklovers. So I would like to thank her and welcome her to my blog!!
VOLUME ONE:
Starlight Saga
High
school reporter Sloane Masterson knows she has one helluva story when
she witnesses hottie Hayden Lancaster bending forks with his mind.
Like any
good journalist, Sloane sets out to uncover the truth, even if it includes a
little stalking. When the superhuman feats start to pile up and the undeniable
heat rises between them, Hayden has no choice but to reveal his secret: he’s an
alien hybrid.
They’re as different as night and
day—she’s a curvy, purple-haired, horror junkie and he’s a smoking hot, antisocial,
brainiac—yet
the intense fascination between them refuses to go away. Even at Hayden’s insistence that dating each other is “off
limits” and crazy dangerous, their fiery attraction threatens to go supernova.
Now Sloane’s dealing with creepy
government agents, über snobby extraterrestrials, and a psycho alien
ex-girlfriend out for revenge. After a crash course on the rules of
interstellar dating, Sloane must decide if their star-crossed romance is worth
risking her own life....
Enjoy this sneak
peek!
I
don’t usually stalk boys, but if I hadn’t been spying on Hayden Lancaster, I
never would’ve seen the mind-blowing fork-bending incident.
I scoot back the
creaky plastic chair and rest my chin on my fist. Lunch hour is the best time
to study my classmates undetected. Especially the tall, hot, and broody ones.
Not
that I’m a bad person. Honest. I’ve never narked on anyone. I don’t kick
puppies. And I normally don’t play at undercover agent. Well...until today.
“Are
you scoping out a new story?” My best friend, Viola Saks, shifts in her seat,
her nose stuck in the latest Jack Kilborn novel. Viola prefers her book
boyfriends over real guys, and I gotta admit, she has a point. Fictional
hotties are way more exciting than the real thing.
“Yup. But right
now, I’m only observing,” I say. “People watching.”
Tiny white lie. I’m
secretly kicking off: “Operation Lancaster.”
Haven
High’s cafeteria is the perfect spot to catch up on gossip, observe clique
wars, and witness any mean girl activity. This is where I discover the most
newsworthy stories.
As
two girls pass our table, one of them bumps my chair without apologizing. To
me, the lunchroom is more than just a place to chow down on industrial-grade
food. It reminds me of a prison scene, with its hostile mingling and violent
chaos, like inmates at mealtime. Saying the cafeteria is only for eating is
like saying an underground lair is only for plotting world domination. If you
can survive a high school lunchroom, then you can survive anything. Well, with the exception of a zombie apocalypse.
The
double-doors swing open and in walks Hayden Lancaster, chin held high. Next to
him is his younger brother, Zach, bouncing a basketball with one hand and
drinking a soda with the other. Hayden’s eyes are trained directly ahead as
they stride across the crowded room.
About
time. The focus of my newest article has finally arrived. Opening my purse, I
get out my Hello Kitty spiral-bound notebook and pen. Now I’m ready.
The
Lancaster brothers are both gorgeous in a way that should be totally illegal,
but look nothing alike. Zach is a cocky, dark-haired, all-round jock, and
Hayden is the quiet, rockstar-sexy, drummer-type. He’s one of those guys who
prefers to function in his own little world. And I’ll admit that I sure wouldn’t
mind a starring role on his planet.
But
I’m not sure which social group they fit into...the
misunderstood-brooding-hot-guys duo?
I
covertly look over at Hayden sitting three tables away from mine. He’s six feet
tall, and lean, yet muscular. The times we’ve passed each other in the halls,
his eyes are usually twinkling as if he knows an intriguing secret. Today,
Hayden’s wearing a dark blue short-sleeved, button-up shirt with faded skinny
jeans, a studded belt, and scuffed Etnies. On one arm, he has several black
rubber bracelets. Nothing too unusual
about him.
Except
for one very odd feature.
Hayden
has two different colored eyes. He turns his head and his light brown fauxhawk
falls over his forehead in a messy yet somehow deliberate way, landing over his
one strikingly blue eye. The other one is green. Besides the rare heterochromia
iridis, he seems to be just another smokin’ hot brainiac.
Flipping
open my notebook, I write: Startling eye
color and member of the Amazing Hair Club. Check.
Wait.
Why am I thinking about how über hot he is? Seriously not important.
Viola
lowers her book a fraction. “You’re totally staring at the Lancasters.”
“I’m
not staring.”
“Oh, right, you’re observing.” She tilts her head. “Most
girls can’t resist guys like them. They have that...”
Incredibly sexy quality?
“Dangerous vibe
going,” Viola finishes.
I
pull out a bag of celery from my lunchbox. “Yeah, I guess.”
Maybe
I should write that down. Sexy bad-boys. Check.
Viola
points at my lunch. “Your mom on that health food kick again?”
“Yup.”
She
reaches out a slender arm to nab a French fry.
“Seriously? How are you supermodel thin when
you eat stuff like that?” I groan and glance at her slim figure clad in a
skintight black dress with thigh-high boots. A silver eyebrow ring glints in
the dull light. “I could eat only yogurt for the rest of my life and I’d still
be your chubby sidekick.”
She
scoffs. “You’re not chubby, Sloane.
You’re extra curvy.”
Whatevs. Guess
that’s just what people say when you’re a foodie like me.
Viola’s
flicks a page of her book. “So what’s this article on?”
I
clear my throat. “Actually, I’m investigating Hayden Lancaster.”
“Should
be interesting.” One brown eye peeks over the edge of the paperback. “Any
particular reason?”
“Because
of this hacker rumor going around. The gossip this morning was off the hook.
Supposedly, Hayden hacked into the school’s computer system over the weekend to
change some grades. School administrators are saying that they’ll probably need
a day just to block any security breaches.”
She
straightens, lowering her book. “That’s odd.
Isn’t he on the honor roll? Why would he need to alter his grades?”
I
shrug. “Beats me. Maybe he was doing it for someone else.”
As
a reporter for our online newspaper the Haven
Gazette, a hacker scandal is way huge. And since my college resume is in
dire need of some padding, this assignment was just too juicy to pass up. Plus,
a front-page byline will look much more impressive in a hardcore
journalism-type of way than my own wicked cool column—Fright Night Babble—where I mainly review and chat about horror
films.
My
gaze strays back to the brothers. I can tell by Hayden’s jerky head movements
that the brothers are engrossed in a heated discussion. Somebody’s not a happy
camper. His angular features and flawless skin reddens, and Zach’s square jaw
clenches.
Dang it. I’m too far away
to read their lips.
Mid-rant,
Hayden scoots his chair back, the metal legs squeaking on the linoleum floor.
He slides his cell phone out of his pocket and reads the screen, then scratches
the stubble on his cheek with a frown. Zach tries to grab the phone, but Hayden
shoves it back into his pocket.
“You
dumped her, bro?” Zach practically
shouts.
Hayden’s
hands curl into fists. “Will you stop making a big thing out of it!”
Viola
and I exchange a look. For a minute, the entire cafeteria falls silent.
“Whoa.”
She points a fry at the brothers. “I wonder what Hayden and Zach are fighting
about. And who got dumped?”
“Sounds
like it’s over some girl. I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.”
But
it would seem that he’s a free man now. Interesting…
“Neither
did I. As far as I know, Zach and Hayden have never even dated any of the girls
at this school.” Viola sighs. “Like they think they’re too good for us or
something.”
I
slam my juice box on the table, purple liquid shooting out of the straw. “Maybe
that’s because everyone’s so damn cliquey at this school. It’s just wrong, the way the other kids treat
them,” I say. “Did you hear? Someone jacked up Hayden’s locker again with spray
paint.” I’m beyond disgusted by some of my classmates’ Neanderthal moves.
“Then
maybe you should investigate who keeps screwing with the Lancasters, instead.
Hayden and Zach can’t help being sexy and
brilliant.” Viola is an advocate for social justice in high school, and
totally reading my mind. “Besides, if Hayden got away with the hacking
incident, there’s no real story, and you probably won’t find any credible
sources to verify the allegation.”
I
bite off the end of a celery stalk. “Are you kidding me? There’s a story here—I
can feel it.”
Please mark your calendars to buy your copy of LOST IN STARLIGHT on June
26th 2014!
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