Welcome! Indie Author Excerpts is a feature allowing indie authors the chance to showcase one of their books and allows readers to find their next favorite story. Each week, an indie author gets to promote a 1-2 page excerpt of their book here at BookShelfery. This is a win-win for everyone! This feature was inspired in part by Indie Author Spotlight, a meme hosted by Beckie @ Bittersweet Enchantment and CYP @ A Bookalicious Story. Are you an author that would like to be featured in Indie Author Excerpts? If so, check out this page and fill out the form. [indie-author-excerpt] Mason muscled the Land Rover over a bed of shrubs and into the street, knocking his passengers left then right with the hustle. Just as Matt yelled for him to head in the opposite direction, Lawrence demanded to know if he could possibly hurry up. Hassan’s eyes kept to the street, desperate for a glimpse of a just-departed Edy. He supposed to an outsider their panic looked silly. But none of them cared. Edy was one of them, and they didn’t need her father to remind them. “Why would she leave like that?” Mason said, halting at a red light and chewing on the side of his thumb. “Maybe someone tried something,” Lawrence said. “Tried something?” Matt echoed. Silence filled the cabin. Hassan’s face tightened, teeth sealing with the weight of wet cement. That image didn’t work for him. It didn’t work for him one friggin’ bit. “If someone had tried something, Edy would’ve come to one of us,” Mason said. Chloe, who sat wedged between Hassan and Lawrence in the center backseat, cleared her throat. “Maybe she didn’t want to,” she offered. That had everyone’s attention. “And why wouldn’t she want to?” Matt snapped. “I don’t know,” Chloe said. “Maybe . . . if she liked it.” She looked from one face to the next, each cold, hard, unappreciative. “Maybe you oughta be quiet,” Lawrence muttered and turned to face the window. Hassan rode with the company of his thoughts, now violently intruded on by Chloe’s assertion. Meanwhile, he kept dialing Edy’s cell and it went to voicemail each time. Tension hung like a threat in the air. “Who saw her last?” Mason demanded. “Oh, don’t start that again,” Lawrence said. He turned to Hassan, eyed the cell in his hand. “Keep trying. Keep calling.” Hassan sighed. He pushed away a thousand crazy thoughts: that Lorenzo Carpenter had been lying to them, that Chloe had been telling the truth, that Chloe had been talking about Lorenzo when she told them the truth. “We have to check her house,” Mason said. “It’s the only place left.” “Right,” Matt sneered. “We just walk into her living room and ask Nathan if he’s seen the daughter he left with us.” “Not us.” Mason said. “Sawn.” “How?” Hassan said. He looked up from the phone. “You’ve got a key,” Matt pointed out. “Use it and walk up to her room.” “Like Nathan isn’t up? Waiting?” Hassan said. “Window,” Lawrence said. “Climb up. Look in. See if she’s there.” Her window. Their secret rendezvous place since Hassan had learned to climb trees at six. It was a decent idea. He could only hope that her father wasn’t sitting on the bed, waiting for his now-late daughter. They parked on the tail end of Hassan’s street, Dunberry, behind a cluster of oaks and a stop sign. All four boys climbed out, hunched low, and scurried covertly to 2260, Edy’s address, while Chloe waited behind in the car. On arrival, the Dyson brothers clustered around a sweeping, aged, and red-tipped chestnut, squinting upward as Hassan scaled it. They watched with a nervous eye for Edy’s parents, or his, next door. Hassan made it to the thick “V” of limbs that split half toward Edy’s house, half toward his. He hoisted himself up, grabbed a gnarled branch for balance, and found a knot of familiar footing to stand on. A square of darkness stared back at him. He reached forward and yanked up Edy’s window. “Edy!” Hassan hissed. “You in there?” Silence. “Ed—” She emerged from the shadows, hair in an oversized ponytail, pajamas ultra-pink and wrinkled, the epitome of a been-sleeping girl. Only, he knew better. She stared back at him, evenly, eyes wider in the night. “What are you doing here?” he said. “Why aren’t you answering your phone? We’ve been looking for you. We didn’t know what to think.” “I’m here because I live here. You can go back to your party now.” “What? I can go back—” Hassan flared. “Why didn’t you say you wanted to leave? Mason would’ve taken you. Or Matt. I would have walked you, if nothing else.” “I don’t need anyone to take me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired.” But he couldn’t excuse her. Not like that. Her anger, whenever he earned it, sat with him, needling like a shoe that didn’t quite fit. “Cake?” he said uncertainly. His name for her. It had always been his name for her. But she jerked as if the word itself burned. He needed to do something. To fix whatever was happening. Only . . . he hadn’t the faintest idea what was happening. “Edy, please. If I did something, just tell me. ” She ran fingers along the sill. They were long, slender, curving beauties that had climbed trees with him, and been laced with his a thousand times. He had an urge to make it a thousand and one. “Good night, Hassan,” Edy said. She looked up at him with puffy eyes and closed the window between them. “Night, Cake.” He whispered it to darkness.Disclaimer: All material and links in the Indie Author Excerpts feature have been provided voluntarily by the author, publicist or publisher. Any materials quoted before publication date may change with final copy. No affiliate links were used in this post.
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Jennifer is both a book nerd and professional photographer. That means she lives in the fantasy world all the time, whether of her making, or someone else's. She collects books like the Duggar family collects kids, and began waiting for her Hogwarts letter at the tender age of 33.