Thirst: Blood of my Blood by R.P. Channing
Publication Date: November 26th, 2015
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
~ Kira Sutherland ~
After a near fatal accident (and getting
cheated on by her 'boyfriend'), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom
the boyfriend cheated...), and being
labeled as having 'issues' in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:
1. Continue her 'therapy' (where she's told
the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often...)
Or
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for "Crazies and Convicts"
(as the social media sites call them.)
She chooses the latter...
~ Cory Rand ~
Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His
mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother's best
friend...sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just
before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.
Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly
falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was
prompted by a girl, as usual - he has a weakness) he's left with two choices:
1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell
with a guy named Bubba (he thinks...)
Or
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires.
But, hey, at least he'll get an education.
He chooses the latter...
It's at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage
who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past,
things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.
Things he's always ignored.
Until now.
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My life was perfect.
I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I
lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect
(except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes.
My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was
perfect, my hips were...okay, and my
waist...well...also okay. Nothing was
wrong in my life.
But then there was Jack.
Jack was a problem.
He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly.
Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being
stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that
mean I needed to keep him?
I think not!
Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that
weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t
send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.
Would he, like, die?
As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone,
no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?
I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.
I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him.
“Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.
“Jaaaaaaack!”
Still no answer.
“Jack!”
Jack...materialized.
His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making
those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to
play on my sympathies.”
His puppy eyes became worse.
His skin was gray and, well, dead.
“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about
you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d
die of embarrassment. But, like, really
die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would
I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries...
The idea excited me somewhat.
“What would you
have me do, Miss Kira?”
“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”
“Yes, Miss Kira.”
The dead. There’s just no reasoning.
“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a
lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my
dog could.
“I have to do something about this,” I
mumbled.
Author Bio
R P Channing started writing three years
ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words
of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood
is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s
the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not
hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a
book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to
comedy.
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