An excerpt from Jaden BakerWilliam tossed him into his room, and Jaden collided with the door as it slid shut. The anger he felt was real, even though he was following his first rule of resistance when beneficial. He’d scored a tiny victory in keeping Dalton out of his head for one more day. Today’s rebellion rekindled his desire for immediate freedom.
Why do I say that? Assumptions. When I said I’d published a book, I got a few variations of the same reaction. Everyone offered congratulations, but a fraction bought one of my books. Maybe it was foolish of me, but I admit to being surprised, sure that everyone who at least knew me a little would get a book. Until I started thinking…
Libby needed drugs. Obvious signs of misery approached, and if she didn’t get her hands on four ibuprofen soon, she would spend the rest of the day in agony, cursing the heavens and all its residents. Restocking her mobile pharmacy (her purse) with a dozen pills for situations like this had never slipped her stupid mind before. Except today. She hated herself. Continue reading