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About the book
At first glance, my life appears perfect: the best friends, the best school, the attention of Dex Albright, the deliciously irresistible grandson to the Headmaster.
All I need is the prestige behind La Boheme, an elite secret society formed within the walls of my school, and my life would be complete. Once I’m in, I’ll be the one with all of the secrets.
It’s just…no one told me these secrets could kill.
The skin of my palm begins to tickle at the anticipation of feeling weightless in midair. I look below us and see the water waiting for us like a warm embrace. It’s deep enough here. I’ve jumped off cliffs into lakes shallower than this.
“Okay.” My voice surprises me and Dex breaks into a grin.
“Okay,” he repeats, and then walks toward the bridge.
The group on the other side begins cheering for us as we step onto the first wooden panel. The bridge sways and we reach for either side of the railing, waiting for it to steady before taking the next step.
“Do you see where the railing dips in the middle?”I nod.
“There’s a break in the mesh at the bottom and the railing actually separates — the society built this bridge specifically for challenges and parties back in the 50s. All we have to do is lean against it and the railing will break apart like velcro.”
“That sounds safe.”
“It’s a good deterrent for those who happen upon the bridge because of their own exploring. Keeps the thrill seekers away.” He winks.
“Well. Obviously it’s working,” I whisper sarcastically. He squeezes my hand.
“Are you ready?”
I nod and we turn sideways. The cheering slows and Dex looks at me. “You may want to take off your shoes.”
I shake my head.
“And risk someone else taking them? Never. They go down with me.”
Boy with a fake accent is shouting something now, and out of the corner of my eye I see
someone else pushing through the crowd.
“Dex…,” I whisper, realizing this person is about to run out on the bridge to stop us. He’s about to run out on the bridge, and I’m not sure if it can hold three humans at once.
Dex turns and looks at me.
“Count of three?”
We face forward and he feels for the groove that turns the railing into a gate.
The bridge lurches with the lumbering foot-falls of the guy running to stop us.
I suck in my breath and close my eyes.
I let out a whoop! and open my eyes at the same time Dex jumps.
I follow him, the weightlessness hitting me instantly as we pause mid-air before free-falling.
And for a moment, I know what it feels like to fly under the blanket of black velvet poked
About the Author
It started when she was four, when she taught herself how to read and write as a way to entertain herself while her grandmother kicked and danced in aerobics class. She cut her teeth on books from Dr. Seuss and writing anywhere she could find the space -- including her Fischer Price kitchenette, the pages of picture books, and Highlights Magazines.
She's matured a bit since then, now choosing to write in the margins of her books and on the mirrors of her apartment ideas and thoughts surrounding story and what makes us human.
You can read more on her blog, eloranicole.com