Yep, Since I've shared my cover (er, twice now this week. Oops make that three times. Guess I'm a little excited) I thought I would share the opening paragraphs.
Day One . . .
I had the dream again. The one where I’m running. I don’t know what from or where to, but I’m scared—terrified, really. I wake, drenched in sweat. Jumping out of bed, I immediately head to my computer.
I need to get some things done this weekend, and I’m running out of time. God, I hope Kaylee can help. What if she asks what I’m doing? I can’t tell her, can I? No. She’d try to stop me, I’m sure of it. Shit, I hope she doesn’t have to work. I should have checked. Without her Mustang, I may not be able to do this, and I want to, I need to. Otherwise, things may just continue as they always have: painful, motionless. Like treading water. You stay afloat, but you never really get anywhere. A flash, a flicker of life, that’s all I want. I don’t think it’s too much to ask.