So, I've got some good news and some bad.
First, the bad: I caught a really bad case of the flu and haven't been on the computer much because it makes me nauseous to look at the screen. That meant something happened that does to every writer on a rare occasion--I'm missed my deadline. I'm not well enough to finish my pages for dominate, so the e-novella won't be released on Friday (today) as planned. So sorry, all!
As soon as I feel better, I'll get back to writing and Kate and I will have the e-novella available.
The good: Kate and I decided that we'd give everyone a taste of dominate. Look below for the prologue and we hope you enjoy it! :)
More to come on dominate and thank you all for being so patient!
The sirens closed in. Before anyone even knew that anything was wrong, the sirens sounded and the lights lit up the stormy midnight sky.
Atop the steepest hill in all of Roquefort Falls (of which there were many), red and blue flashes of light swarmed through the beautiful stone-and-red-brick campus of Wellington Preparatory School like firefly armies invading to warn the entire campus that something had gone very wrong.
Blue flashes cast a pallor over the curious faces of students who were beginning to look out the windows of their dorms, or even pad outside in their designer slipper-shoes, unable to contain the excitement or intense curiosity of what an entire army of police cars must mean.
The students at Wellington Prep were familiar enough with the occasional police car. But, more often than not, their parents took care of whatever the “misunderstanding” before it actually came of anything. Someone would write a check and—poof—the car and the reason for it would disappear.
But this, this was different. There was no misunderstanding.
Wellington was under siege for something real. Too real. And everyone knew it.
It was eerily quiet on campus now. The cars had finished climbing Roaring Brook Hill Road, which led to campus. And, once on campus, the sirens had been turned off so as not to alarm the sleeping students.
A girl with a pale, delicately angular face and sandy brown hair—even more a contrast in the blue-lit moonlight of night turning to early morning—stood outside her dorm and watched as the cars lined up outside. Her expression was stony and cool.
But as she looked up at the tenth floor of her building, her even demeanor shifted.
All over campus, dorm room lights were turning on. But it was her building the police cars were flocking to and lining up in front of. Policemen had begun getting out of the cars, sizing up the building where the girl with the light-brown hair lived.
Their eyes, too, looked up to the tenth floor.
And finally, a light flicked on.
Curtains pulled back, revealing the most stunning girl most people would ever see in real life. A beautiful blond girl, pale hair in long layers of expertly-placed lowlights and highlights. Rosebud lips so naturally pink, she always looked as though she wore a matte rose lipstick. Porcelain, cool-toned skin. Melting brown-sugar eyes that shone clear and placid in the blue and red lights.
She looked down at the girl outside and held her gaze for longer than a minute.
The police, pens and writing pads poised, made their way up to the tenth floor.
The sandy-haired girl watched as the blonde stepped away from the window just as another girl with short, silky blue-black hair stepped in front of her and swished the curtains closed quickly, almost as though she was angry they’d been open in the first place.
The sandy-haired girl took in the scene. A campus full of the best and the brightest. The beautiful and the wealthy. Promise.
Minus one girl. A girl from the tenth floor.
And she knew Wellington Prep would never be the same again.
© Jessica Ashley and Kate Angelella