GUARDIAN Synopsis:
Sometimes, things that go bump in the night are real.
My name is Whitney Lane. I’m sixteen years old and at first, I thought I was crazy.
I kept seeing shadows move along walls, and hearing whispers around corners, but whenever I looked, there was never anything there.
Until one day, there was.
Our world isn’t what we think. There are things around us, good things, bad things, scary things.
Things that we tell ourselves aren’t real, but they are.
They’re very real, and they’re terrifying.
I’ve been swept up now, in a battle of good and evil, confused about love and what is supposed to be love, but isn’t. I don’t know what to think anymore. I can’t trust my emotions and I don’t know what is true.
There’s only one thing I know for sure.
Nothing is what it seems.
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ABOUT COURTNEY COLE:
Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
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“You know what? That’s fine. No problem. How about this—I’ll come over to your house. You can just hang out, right?”
He looks at me imploringly, waiting for me to come up with an excuse. I surprise myself when I don’t.
“Okay. Sure. That would be great.” It’s not like my mom is going to notice.
“Great. I’ll call you.”
He stands up and I immediately feel the absence of warmth on my shoulders where his arm had been.
I watch his lips as he speaks to me, and I feel the ridiculous urge to step forward and kiss him. Heightened emotions seem to do strange things to me. I tear my eyes from his lips and zoom out again on his face.
“I’ll talk to you later, Brady….thanks.” I say softly.
He smiles at me, and then gets up and walks out.
