Dying wasn’t a choice. For Sophia, it was a need.
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal Romance)
Date Published: February 18 2016
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Seventeen-year-old Sophia Bandell is scared of boys, and her biggest fear is dying. Boys make her uncomfortable and itchy and dying is …well …dying. She is ecstatic when her long lost friend calls her, inviting her to spend the summer with her on the beach at Charleston, South Carolina.
When a plastic saucer hits her in the head as she’s sunbathing, Sophia has no idea it will forever change the course of her life. It is there she comes face to face with the impressive Tate Forester.
She is scared and …itchy, but he’s gorgeous and she can’t shake him from her mind.
They begin dating and Sophia soon knows he’s the one.
But things turn dark when she finds out Tate isn’t the person he says he is, and the real reason her friend has brought her to the beach will teach her about life after death.
This everlasting summer on the beach gives Sophia a sweet taste of first love—the happiness as well as the heartbreak.
I lay back and closed my eyes to relax. No more than ten seconds had passed when a light tap on my shoulder startled me. I froze. Here he was. Tate. It had to be. Loud caterpillars crawled in my stomach—tickling. Everyone on the beach had to have heard them.
“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” The squeaky voice pitched out…odd. Is this coming from a duck or a kid entering puberty?
My heart tumbled to my feet. I squinted up into the bright sunlight, holding my hand above my eyes to shade my view, and stared up at a curly headed guy that would have to scrunch down to keep from disturbing the clouds he was so tall. He clutched a weathered beach chair in his left hand; a yellowed towel, full of frayed holes, draped over his shoulder. Black, plastic-framed glasses held together in the middle with white masking tape sat on a giant nose, and his face was long and pitted. Humongous, white high-top sneakers with white socks pulled up to his knees glared back at me when I looked down.
He surprised me, and I blurted my answer out too fast. “No...go ahead, have a seat.” I couldn’t think fast enough to tell him that this spot was for someone else, and besides that, hurting people’s feelings wasn’t in my DNA.
“Why, thank you. Brian Tarris is the name.” His voice squeaked again, and he held out a large, dry hand—skin flaking. “I noticed you looked lonely and could use a friend. I’m all by myself, too.” He sat down in his chair and untied his shoes, pulling his socks off with them. The odor drifted from his pasty, mammoth-size feet, and he wiggled big, hairy toes at me.
I feebly shook his sweaty hand. “Sophia Bandell. My friend’s usually here with me, but had some errands to run.” I covered my mouth, sickened by the smell, and fought back a snicker when he used his pointer finger to push his glasses back up on his nose.
His eyes squinted. “Girl, or boyfriend?”
I hesitated, wrestling with the urge to spew out the word boyfriend. It bounced on the tip of my tongue, primed and ready to fling itself airborne. “Girl…Mandy Stuart’s her name.”
He held up his foot and wiggled his calloused, peeling toes. “Oh, good, I didn’t want to be stepping on any toes.” A funky laugh consisting of a bunch of snorts blowing through his nose flew in my face. “So, are you new to these parts? Do you live around here? Are you in college?”
“I’m a senior in high school in Montana, and I’m staying with Mandy for the summer.”
“Good, we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, then, if you’re here for the whole summer.”
“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” The squeaky voice pitched out…odd. Is this coming from a duck or a kid entering puberty?
My heart tumbled to my feet. I squinted up into the bright sunlight, holding my hand above my eyes to shade my view, and stared up at a curly headed guy that would have to scrunch down to keep from disturbing the clouds he was so tall. He clutched a weathered beach chair in his left hand; a yellowed towel, full of frayed holes, draped over his shoulder. Black, plastic-framed glasses held together in the middle with white masking tape sat on a giant nose, and his face was long and pitted. Humongous, white high-top sneakers with white socks pulled up to his knees glared back at me when I looked down.
He surprised me, and I blurted my answer out too fast. “No...go ahead, have a seat.” I couldn’t think fast enough to tell him that this spot was for someone else, and besides that, hurting people’s feelings wasn’t in my DNA.
“Why, thank you. Brian Tarris is the name.” His voice squeaked again, and he held out a large, dry hand—skin flaking. “I noticed you looked lonely and could use a friend. I’m all by myself, too.” He sat down in his chair and untied his shoes, pulling his socks off with them. The odor drifted from his pasty, mammoth-size feet, and he wiggled big, hairy toes at me.
I feebly shook his sweaty hand. “Sophia Bandell. My friend’s usually here with me, but had some errands to run.” I covered my mouth, sickened by the smell, and fought back a snicker when he used his pointer finger to push his glasses back up on his nose.
His eyes squinted. “Girl, or boyfriend?”
I hesitated, wrestling with the urge to spew out the word boyfriend. It bounced on the tip of my tongue, primed and ready to fling itself airborne. “Girl…Mandy Stuart’s her name.”
He held up his foot and wiggled his calloused, peeling toes. “Oh, good, I didn’t want to be stepping on any toes.” A funky laugh consisting of a bunch of snorts blowing through his nose flew in my face. “So, are you new to these parts? Do you live around here? Are you in college?”
“I’m a senior in high school in Montana, and I’m staying with Mandy for the summer.”
“Good, we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, then, if you’re here for the whole summer.”
1: Where did you get the idea for Everlasting?I got the idea for Everlasting basically from a dream, where my brother-in-law who had recently passed away came to me in my dream and I was able to ask him questions about life after death. The dream was so real and life-like, I felt he was right there with me. Everlasting took me six months to write and three to four rounds of edits.2: What are you currently working on?I am currently working on the second book in the Everlasting Trilogy Series. This book is called, The One, and I am halfway through. It is getting very exciting!3. How do you deal with writer’s block?Chocolate and Wine…just kidding, but they do give me a nice boost. When I get writer’s block, I try to keep writing, even if it’s silly, goofy stuff. A lot of times this brings out the good stuff and I can go on from there. If not, I take a walk or exercise, just getting out and moving around gets the creative juices flowing.4. What’s your advice for aspiring writers?Never give up! If I can do it, anyone can! It took me over two years of countless rejections, but I persevered and kept plugging away. Don't let the rejections get you down and fold you, you can do it! Even the best of the best had rejections. There were days when I wanted to give up, but kept on. And besides, who else will catch your dreams if you don't? You create your own destiny. Live it to your fullest!
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