Bait Synopsis:
Ghosts, a reaper, and a rock star.
At sixteen Bay-Lee is not your typical girl. She doesn't even try to fit in at school. What's the point when she'll be moving to a new place within a few months?
She's lived her whole life on the run, hiding from monsters.
Then a reaper uses her closet to cross over from the Spirit Realm. It has a message for her. Just when she's about to join her father at his school for hunters she finds out they are dying on their birthdays. Something is killing them, slipping past locked doors, never leaving a trace of evidence, and her birthday is only two months away.
Becoming a hunter isn't exactly her dream come true. She's doing it for her mother, for revenge, for justice. Nothing is going to get in her way, least of all love. Then she looks up into a pair of jungle green eyes and everything changes.
At sixteen Bay-Lee is not your typical girl. She doesn't even try to fit in at school. What's the point when she'll be moving to a new place within a few months?
She's lived her whole life on the run, hiding from monsters.
Then a reaper uses her closet to cross over from the Spirit Realm. It has a message for her. Just when she's about to join her father at his school for hunters she finds out they are dying on their birthdays. Something is killing them, slipping past locked doors, never leaving a trace of evidence, and her birthday is only two months away.
Becoming a hunter isn't exactly her dream come true. She's doing it for her mother, for revenge, for justice. Nothing is going to get in her way, least of all love. Then she looks up into a pair of jungle green eyes and everything changes.
Excerpt:
Flat on her back, Bay-Lee stared up at the foreign sky over the Tyler Beck look-alike’s shoulder as she wondered if this was a monster in disguise or if the musician had somehow faked his own death.
The weight of his body might have crushed her if not for his quick thinking. Most of his weight had landed on his elbows. He braced himself now, an arm on each side of her as he did half a push-up so he could stare down at her face. One of his legs was wedged between hers in an awkwardly intimate position. Heat set her cheeks on fire. Part of her wanted to slap him while the other part wanted to reach up, grab him by the neck, and bring his mouth down for a lingering kiss.
He owed her one, didn’t he?
“What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes narrowed. “Did you follow me?”
“I was here first. If anything, you followed me.”
“Who are you? Or should I say what are you?”
Laughter parted his lips, a humorless bark. “You think I’m a shifter?”
“Or a doppelganger.”
Mud-caked boots landed next to her face in the dirt. She looked past Tyler Beck’s shoulder to see a young man in dusty fatigues, his face painted for war. There was so much dirt in his hair it was impossible to pinpoint the color. The only thing she saw clearly was his eyes, doe brown. He cradled his M16 against his chest and nudged the rock singer with the toe of one boot. “Hey, Nick. The boys and I were wondering if you’re going to join us for battle or lay on top of the pretty girl until it’s over.”
“Not funny. Help me up."
The weight of his body might have crushed her if not for his quick thinking. Most of his weight had landed on his elbows. He braced himself now, an arm on each side of her as he did half a push-up so he could stare down at her face. One of his legs was wedged between hers in an awkwardly intimate position. Heat set her cheeks on fire. Part of her wanted to slap him while the other part wanted to reach up, grab him by the neck, and bring his mouth down for a lingering kiss.
He owed her one, didn’t he?
“What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes narrowed. “Did you follow me?”
“I was here first. If anything, you followed me.”
“Who are you? Or should I say what are you?”
Laughter parted his lips, a humorless bark. “You think I’m a shifter?”
“Or a doppelganger.”
Mud-caked boots landed next to her face in the dirt. She looked past Tyler Beck’s shoulder to see a young man in dusty fatigues, his face painted for war. There was so much dirt in his hair it was impossible to pinpoint the color. The only thing she saw clearly was his eyes, doe brown. He cradled his M16 against his chest and nudged the rock singer with the toe of one boot. “Hey, Nick. The boys and I were wondering if you’re going to join us for battle or lay on top of the pretty girl until it’s over.”
“Not funny. Help me up."
Author Bio:
Born and raised in California, I fell in love with writing while reading The Outsiders. Then I fell in love with Stephen King's writing style. I enjoy reading many types of books, but YA Paranormal is my favorite. I used to write for Harlequin under a different name. So that's my background. Exciting, no?
I have seven books out now: Vampires Rule, Werewolves Rule, Shifters Rule, Crushed, Witch Hunt, Bait, and my only adult novel, a romantic suspense called Pandora's Box.
I have seven books out now: Vampires Rule, Werewolves Rule, Shifters Rule, Crushed, Witch Hunt, Bait, and my only adult novel, a romantic suspense called Pandora's Box.