Dreaming of Cassie: A Young Adult Paranormal Romance Short Story
R.C. Slone
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(YoungMoon Press, Nov. 9, 2012)
Dreaming of CassieFitz has seen a lot of Cassie, though heâs certain she has no idea he even exists. It doesnât keep him from impossible hopes, though. Of course, even if she likes him back, it would never work out. Lifeâs hard for a teen, and especially when he has to constantly stay on top of his blood pressure just to keep from changing into a monster. How can he manage that when the very sight of her gets his blood pumping big time? Speaking of blood pumping, why does the new guy in town, Archer Chase, seem to be watching him at every turn? Could he know the secret that Fitz holds so close to the vest that only his best friend has any inkling what happens when the animal breaks free?DREAMING OF CASSIE is episode one in the new young adult paranormal romance series, FITZ AND THE PACK. Fitz Crawford, a typical teen, struggles to keep some sense of normalcy in his life as he goes to school, hangs out with his best friend, deals with normal teen crushes, and tries desperately to keep from turning into a mad, ravenous killing machine every time his heartbeat gets faster than a crawl. Here is a preview:So, after a dinner of gray hot dogs and stale buns, greasy chips and flat grocery store root beer, he and his best friend Snort had headed out from the Whispering Pines Trailer Court (where nobody ever whispered and there wasnât a pine for 20 miles) to the Better LattĂ© Than Never bookstore-slash-cafĂ© on Snyder Street. Fitz looked out from his hoodie, over the bookshelf in front of him and outside the plate glass window facing the street. Puffs of smoke wafted from Snortâs wide, greasy nostrils and oozed from between his thin, gray lips. He turned, just in time to see Snort looking back, offering a halfhearted wave and tapping on his cheap digital watch in a âhurry it upâ motion.Fitz rolled his eyes and looked at the clock over the deserted cafĂ©. It was nearly nine, almost time for Snortâs favorite show: Mud Wrestling With the Stars. He ignored Snort and turned back to the Clearance rack. He had twelve bucks in his pocket, and was hoping to have enough left over to buy Snort his snack food of choice for mud wrestling watching: spicy turkey jerky and parmesan cheese curls.So, that meant it was either 1,001 Love Poems for the 18th Century (on sale for $3.99) or Short Stories from the Golden Age of Classic Literature (for $5.99). He sighed. Both sounded like snooze fests, which is just what Fitz had in mind. Whenever he felt his blood pressure rising, whenever the curse threatened to overtake his cells and turn him from man into beast, just looking at the frilly roses on the book covers could sometimes stop him from going full fur. He grabbed the book of poetry and walked slowly toward the cash register.