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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Happy Birthday Under Zenith!

So my friend Katie pointed out to me that my book baby Under Zenith is turning 1 today! To think, that ornery British man and his stubborn Southern counterpart have been getting on each other's nerves for an entire year now! And of course they spurred a sequel out of me AND a whole twisted, tragic, interesting back story for the gang in my Parrish book series. Heck, they even managed to weasle their way into the Parrish books just because I couldn't let them go.

So happy birthday Hayden and Isla (heretofore known as Hayla according to Ashlee Wille who gave them a celebrity couple name)! I hope you never stop bothering each other and I can't wait to share your sequel with the world in July!

Here's a lovely picture for you :)

And the two people in this world who were destined to play Hayla... one day.... like right now please.

And last but not least, some Hayla love:

            “You almost did a good job out there,” he answered, finally managing to get a fire going. “Almost.”
            “Oh, well I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your high standards of zombie dodging.”
            “Maybe the next task will go a bit smoother,” he said with a shrug.
            I really didn’t like this guy.
            “What kind of place is this? What kind of afterlife makes you run away from zombies under the guise of completing an agility test?” I asked, sitting on an old wooden rocking chair and disturbing a few spiders that had been resting in the woodwork.
            “Guise? Fancy word for someone so…,” he let his words trail off.
            “What?” I asked threateningly, daring him to finish his sentence.
            “I graduated from a well-respected university yesterday, thank you very much,” I informed him.
            “With a degree in vocal performance,” he pointed out. “Then you got yourself killed.”
            “Oh yeah? Well what did you major in? How to piss people off?”
            “Yeah, that was my major,” he deadpanned. “You know what your problem is?”
            “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
            “You worry about the wrong things. All of your anxiety is completely misplaced,” he said, his British accent getting thicker now that he was upset.
            I wished I didn’t find the accent so alluring. Though I’d never admit that to Hayden. He didn’t need a reason for his ego to be inflated any more than it already was.
            “How is it misplaced?” I asked, trying to keep my cool as he took a seat on the moldy bed across from me.
            “You’re dead, Isla,” he said simply, as if that should explain his cryptic opinions. “You died last night and you haven’t said one word about being sad or upset. All you’ve done is worry about your family’s finances, or question my chivalry, or figure out some new and interesting way to make me want to throw you off a cliff.”
            He shook his head in disbelief and threw me an eye roll.
            “Aren’t you the least bit upset that your entire life was stolen away from you at such a young age?”

            I didn’t say anything to him, not wanting to get into something so personal with someone so unfeeling. Of course I was upset, but as long as I didn’t explore those feelings, it would almost be like they weren’t real.


  1. I loved reading this part for a 2nd time! I should reread the entire book! And I'm sorry i haven't visited your blog much, no ones blogs actually. I've had a good excuse. I'll do better...maybe. :)

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