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always been different. I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness.
Large, human shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting into the darkness. I
collected secrets like other women collected bells; afraid to fully trust lest
my oddities be exposed.
I saw him. He’d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every
step. It wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features.
Something about him drew me. Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body.
As his eyes met mine, I was entrapped.
one had noticed him. He’d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I
had to know if he was real. Or maybe I really was crazy. And even when my
secret box was blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I
couldn’t stop until I unraveled his true identity.
just had to know.
was fated to live.”
why must you save her?”
Fate is struck down by dumb luck.”
I huddled on my bed later that night with my knees pulled up
to my chest. Thinking. Focusing on what it was I couldn’t remember. It was
there, hovering around my conscious mind. Nudging me. Waiting for me to pay
attention. To remember. It was the key to that insane situation in the park.
I flung my wet hair out of my face,pulled the sleeves of my pajamas over my
hands, andglanced outthe window.
The stranger waited. Outside, he watched, staring up at my
shaded windows, just wanting me to know he was there. He was waiting for me to
come down to him. He had the same questions I did—I was certainhe felt the same things.
How did I know this? I just did. And that scared the holy
crap outta me!
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
country native, K.F. Breene moved to San Francisco for college just shy of a
decade ago to pursue a lifelong interest in film. As she settled into the
vibrant city, it quickly became apparent that, while she thought making and
editing films was great fun, she lacked cinematic genius. For that reason, her
career path quickly changed direction. Her next goal was a strange childhood
interest, conjured at the dining room table while filling out a form. For some
reason, her young self wanted to be an accountant. Thinking on it now, she
often wonders how she had any friends. Regardless, it was the direction she
could wrangle numbers with the best of 'em, and even though she wore the crown
as the most outspoken, belligerent accountant in the world, her mind got as
stuffy as her daily routine. It was here that she dusted off her creative hat
and began writing. Now she makes movies in her head, not worried about
lighting, shutter speed or editing equipment. Turns out, a computer is much
easier to manage than a crowd of actors. She should know, she was an actor at