It’s release day for Negative Energy!!! Again, this is a standalone novel. Here’s the blurb, snippet to follow:
Shannon Dart’s magic is out of control. Rather, her flaring temper causes her magic to blow up the nearest object. With ninety days to learn control, and a bully set on making that impossible, Shannon is at her wits end. That is, until a wolf shifter appears in her first hour class after his pack moves to town. There’s something about this shifter that Shannon can’t put her finger on.
With Jackson’s help, Shannon is hopeful to learn control, especially when her magic responds to him. However, the rising tension between the magical coven and the wolf pack create problems for the two friends. If Jackson is the key to unlocking Shannon’s control, can they find a way to make it work while keeping their distance, or are they bound to fail?
Snippet:
Jackson’s grin grew wider as his steel eyes returned to me, their depths pulling me in. “My one goal today was to make a friend, and I chose you.”
“You chose me?” I stared openly. “You know what I am, right?”
He tapped his nose. “I smell that too. Which makes me wonder, what creature, or what person, makes someone like you so afraid?”
I ground my teeth together and stared back at the papers on my desk. “It’s no one.”
“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just have to figure it out for myself.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because I chose you as my friend, and no one is going to cause the amount of fear I smelled and the spiked heart rate I heard from my new friend. Not without me stepping in.”
“First-.”
“Welcome to class everyone,” Mrs. Gulf called from the doorway as the second bell rang and she closed the door.
She began instructing us about the packets on our desks when Jackson leaned closer. “I’m still listening. Talk low, I’ll hear it.”
I looked down at my paper like I was listening to the teacher, though I was only half aware of what she was saying. Covering my mouth so she couldn’t see my lips move, I spoke as softly as I could, not worried he’d hear me. “First, you don’t just choose a friend like that. The other person has a choice. Second, you can’t help me with my problem. No one can.”
Jackson leaned over toward me, pretending he was digging in his bag for something, likely a pencil. “We’ll see about that. And you do have a choice to be my friend, but you’ll find I’m completely irresistible.”
“And cocky.”
“Self-aware.”
Heather Karn 