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Dusk (Young Adult Paranormal Romance)

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Dusk

by
Amy Durham

Dusk

Copyright © 2014 Amy Durham

Published By Amy Durham

ISBN: 978-0-9850706-5-6

Kindle Edition

Cover by:

Amy Durham and Debi Warford (
www.debiwarford.com
)

Contact Information:
[email protected]

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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Other Books by Amy Durham

Once Again (Sky Cove Series #1)

Once And For All (Sky Cove Series #2)

Dedication

In honor and memory of my grandfather, Adrian Pierson, one of the greatest men I’ve ever known. He’d have gotten such a kick out of his granddaughter being a published author. If the Adrian in this book seems too good to be true, it’s because the Adrian in my life was truly that good.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Other Books by Amy Durham

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Epilogue

A Note From the Author

About the Author

Coming Soon

Connect with Amy on Substance B

Acknowledgements

I’m always extremely grateful for the wonderful group of writers I’m privileged to be a part of. The authors of the Kentucky Independent Writers group provide tremendous encouragement, inspiration, and camaraderie that I never take for granted. Teresa Reasor and Dawn Laurent-Bourgeious, I cannot thank you enough for the time you invested to read and edit this book. Your input was invaluable and helped me make this story even better. To the ladies of my street team – JeNie, Deanna, Amy, Dawn, Stephanie, Judy, Deana, Anna, and Laura – thank you for believing in me enough that you’re willing to tell others about my books. As always, I must thank my husband and my boys for being a constant source of love and entertainment, and for bearing with me as I huddled in my office for days finishing this book. To my dad for his careful editing, and my mom for being my biggest fan, I say a deep thank you. And to you, my readers, thank you for being a part of my dream come true.

Chapter 1

T
he buzz of cheap vodka sang through my body, numbing my stupid reality into complete nothingness. Break-neck speed and three liquored up teenagers probably wasn’t the best combination, but none of us cared.

The crowded, city lights of Lexington flickered in the distance behind us, and the sparse lights of Rison, the sleepy Kentucky town where I’d lived my whole life, got closer as Nikki pushed the car way past the speed limit.

“Zoe, don’t puke in my car again.” Nikki laughed in that slurred, drunken-stupor sort of way, as she turned from the steering wheel to point at me. “If you do you’re cleaning it up this time.”

Yes, I’d proven myself unable to hold my liquor the last time the three of us had done this. Such a proud moment, for sure. In the front passenger seat, Courtney laughed so hard I thought she’d be the one to hurl.

God, this numbness was bliss. The burn of the alcohol seared away all the crappy parts of my life. Family drama, guilt, uncertainty – all of it – gone. At least that’s what I wanted to believe.

It was just after midnight, and the humidity of early August was no better even in the dark. With the windows down, wind rushed around me as I leaned against the backseat, carrying with it the grassy smell of the country. Watching the vast lengths of horse-farm pasture whiz past, I should’ve been scared, since the roller-coaster speeds couldn’t possibly be safe, but being drunk sort of drowns out rationalities such as fear and precautions.

We hadn’t seen a car for several miles.

Until the cop car popped into view on the hill in front of us, and Nikki had to jerk the wheel and swerve out of his lane to avoid hitting him. As the cruiser passed us, Courtney and I turned to look out the back window just in time to see the blue lights come on.

“Shit!” Nikki said. “Hang on!”

My shoulder slammed hard into the back door as Nikki made a split-second right turn onto a side road. Barreling down the winding lane, houses and barns sporadically appeared and disappeared as she sped on. I craned my neck around and saw the police lights nearing the turnoff we’d taken, and without slowing, Nikki switched off her lights, plunging us into blackness. This far from the city, the sky sparkled with bright stars. It would’ve been pretty… under normal circumstances.

Nikki made the next two curves without trouble, but a hairpin left turn was not so kind. She slammed the brakes and the car fishtailed, throwing me all over the backseat, my other shoulder colliding with the driver-side door. It hurt like a bitch, but I was too busy fighting to keep the ocean of liquor in my stomach from swimming upstream to pay much attention to the pain.

But before I had the chance to grace Nikki’s backseat with the contents of my stomach, the fishtailing ended as we plowed into something – a tree, a ditch, a utility pole – and this time my head smashed against the door. Digging my fingers into the leather upholstery, I tried without success to steady myself.

The crunch of crashing metal was deafening as pain exploded in my head, fireworks went off behind my eyelids, and I slid to the floorboard.

Police sirens sounded in the distance, coming closer. I knew that the approaching cop was not a good thing, but the haze in my head refused to let me remember why. Blinking, I tried to get clear of the mental fog and sit up, but instead just collapsed on the floorboard of the car again. Nikki and Courtney moaned in the front seat, and Nikki fumbled uselessly with the driver’s door. Something inside me said I should get out and run, but why?

The sirens grew louder and louder until I was sure the police car had to be right beside us. Out of nowhere, arms came around me. Strong arms. Warm arms. Curling against him, I gave myself over to the safety and security that enveloped me, close and tender, like an old blanket.

And then it was as if I was floating, flying even. Was I dreaming? Had I left my body? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. The breeze kissed my skin with a velvety touch, and the strength of his body radiated into mine. Sleep eased toward me, and I welcomed it with the assurance that I was safe and protected.

Chapter 2

A
sledgehammer pounded away at my head and my tongue seemed hot-glued to the roof of my mouth. When I shifted positions, the rustle of sheets and the cushy pillow beneath my head told me I was in my bed. But even the soft sheets and pillow couldn’t dim the general, achy crud I felt all over my body. Geez, even my pinkies hurt.

I could tell without looking that I was still in my shorts and tank top. I’d slept in my clothes. Fantastic. I must’ve been completely wasted when I got home. I started to shake my head in disgust of my own behavior, but thought better of it when the sledgehammer started up again.

The slight movement made my stomach swim, and the entire night came rushing back. Bored, alone, and depressed at home. The phone call from Nikki and Courtney. The liquor none of us were old enough to drink.

God, the liquor. I’d lived seventeen years without getting smashed, but this summer I’d fixed that. After last night I could go the rest of my life without experiencing it again.

With startling clarity I recalled the police car and Nikki’s furious attempt to out run him. She’d crashed her car. I remembered that part as the side of my head screamed in pain. Surely he’d caught up to us after that, but I had no memory of it.

How did I get home? How did I end up in my bed?

Oh lord, had the cop called my mom? Or worse yet, driven me home in the police car? This was going to suck royally. Mom was already pissed at me for my previous transgressions, all of which involved Nikki, Courtney, and alcohol. Now she’d be totally livid. I might never get my car keys back.

I tried opening my eyes. It was possible my brain would explode once my lids lifted, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. At least my head wouldn’t hurt anymore.

A gray haze filled my vision, and I was quite sure it was a result of the hangover and not actual fog in my bedroom. The tiny slits in my eyelids let in faint illumination, like those dim-lighted moments before the sun actually came out. Gradually, my room came into focus… the iPod dock on my dresser, the pile of laundry in the floor, the cute, dark-haired boy on my lavender beanbag.

Cute boy? Good grief, I must still be drunk if I was hallucinating a hottie.

I blinked, not without effort and pain, clearing away some of the haze, and sure enough, my beanbag was empty. My heart fell. I was kind of disappointed. If I’d been non-hangover-burdened, I might’ve stuck my bottom lip out.

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