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Alex is twenty and confused. He always is. The world presses on him with its horrors and pain, with scintillating auras that bewilder his eyes and drive the migraines deeper. He hears the cries of the children, sees the brutal images of tortured victims. He feels out of control and his mind slips…
Severely abused as a child, he is left with horrible scars on his body and even worse scars within his mind. Even though it puts him in danger, he’s compelled to help those who call to him. He’s driven, motivated by his visions to rescue them and hopefully uncover the killer. When he can, he helps the police; yet some detectives suspect he’s involved. Often, Alex finds himself alone and afraid in a world he doesn’t always understand.
He resumed his walk, though he dreaded its destination. Ben wanted to show him the faces of a few missing people. He was afraid he might have to suffer their deaths in brutal visions. Yet there was no escaping it. They would come to him whether he wanted to see them or not.
Despairing, he forced each step he took.
Lost in thought, he didn’t hear the truck until it was practically on top of him. He sprang to the side of the road as it swept by, heading into town. A man leaned out the passenger window, fist raised, and shouted obscenities at him. Something flew out of the rear window, striking him in the face. The sound of laughter floated back to him as the truck disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Alex stared at the can lying in the dirt, soda dripping off his chin. It took a second to understand what had happened, but then heat flooded his face, anger and humiliation burning in his chest. He heard the truck return but kept his eyes on the ground, steeling himself as it stopped with a squeal of breaks.
“Alex?”
His head jerked up as Justin peered at him from the Jeep, his sandy hair windblown and turning blond from the summer sun. His eyes narrowing at Alex’s stained shirt. “Climb in,” Justin said, reaching over to open the passenger door.
He got in without a word, holding onto the roll-bar as Justin quickly turned the Jeep and headed back toward town.
“What happened?”
Alex stared out the windshield. “They hate me. I could see it in their faces as they passed. I think the driver would have hit me if I hadn’t gotten out of the way.”
Justin roughly shifted gears and pressed the accelerator. “Shit.”
Alex laughed shakily as they swept around a corner. “I’m fine. Don’t get us killed.”
Justin snorted but slowed the Jeep. He nodded toward the dashboard. “Angie keeps towelettes in the glove box if you want to clean up.”
He retrieved one of the small packets and wiped his face. Leaning against the seat, he let the breeze cool his skin. “What are you doing out here?”
“Jane sent me. She’s with a client and couldn’t get away, but she wanted someone with you.” He took his eyes off the road to look at him. “It’s going to be bad, isn’t it?”
His knuckles whitened as he clasped his hands. “I’m afraid so.”
Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from. Dianne is the author of m/m romance, paranormal/suspense, fantasy adventure, the occasional thriller, and anything else that comes to mind.
She now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. Dianne says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee in her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
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