I don't do dangerous.
Smart, uber-careful, ordinary Samantha--that's me. But I just couldn't pass up a surprise kiss from my number one unattainable crush. A kiss that did something to me...something strange. Now I feel hungry all the time, but not for food. It's like part of me is missing--and I don't know if I can get it back.
Then there's Bishop. At first I thought he was just a street kid, but the secrets he's keeping are as intense as his unearthly blue eyes. If he's what I think he is, he may be the only one who can help me. But something terrifying is closing in, and the one chance Bishop and I have to stop it means losing everything I ever wanted and embracing the darkness inside me....
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May 31, 2012
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Excerpt from Dark Kiss by Michelle Rowen
"This is going to be an amazing night, Sam!" Carly shouted over the music blasting all around us.
"You think so?" I yelled back.
"Best night ever!"
Sure. My throat already hurt and we'd only been here for a half hour. So far it felt like every Friday night at Crave, elbow to elbow with other sweaty kids on the dance floor.
Don't get me wrong, as one of the only all-ages clubs here in Trinity, it was a decent place to hang out--especially with my best friend--I just didn't think it was going to change my life or anything.
Anyone looking at us would think that Carly and I were the polar opposite of each other in looks and attitude. Carly Kessler was a curvy, flippy-haired blonde with a sunny personality whereas I was a skinny, nonsunny, long-haired brunette. And yet we were still best friends and had been forever.
After a few more minutes enveloped in the hot nightclub, Carly clutched my arm, her face flushed with excitement. "Heads up. Stephen Keyes is looking right at you."
I glanced over my shoulder and saw him standing at the edge of the dance floor. He was looking at me. Or, at least, he seemed to be looking at me.
I turned back around, my heart pounding.
Everyone has that one crush, the guy they can't stop thinking about even though it's totally hopeless. Stephen Keyes was mine. He was nineteen--two years older than me--and utterly gorgeous with jet-black hair and caramel-colored eyes. We grew up in the same neighborhood, him two doors down from me. He mowed lawns in the summer. I watched from my bedroom window.
It was such a cliche, really. The weird, unpopular chick with the massive crush on the hot, older jock.
As far as I knew, Stephen was supposed to be at university in California, two thousand miles away. I'd even watched his parents help him pack up his car when he left town at the end of August. I wondered why he was back only a couple of months later.
Suddenly he wasn't just lingering at the edge of the dance floor looking distant and delectable. He was standing right next to me. Carly watched, her eyes widening as Stephen leaned close enough for me to hear him over the loud throb of the music.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked.
He nodded and smiled. And I, the girl who shunned and mocked romance in all its forms--movies, books, real life--went weak for a hot guy I had a crush on. Whenever I'd really liked somebody in the past--which, not including Stephen, had been only twice before in my entire life--it hadn't ended in true love. The two other boys I'd fallen for hadn't liked me in return and I'd ended up ignored, brokenhearted and humiliated both times.
However, that hadn't stopped me from liking Stephen.
Stephen didn't wait for my reply. Instead, he walked away, weaving through the labyrinth of sweaty dancers. Something wicked this way comes.
The line from Macbeth, our current read in English class, flitted through my head. The quote suited Stephen perfectly. He might be the boy next door, but to me he was also wicked. And dangerous.
I didn't do dangerous. Not anymore. Even little dangerous things tended to lead to big trouble. Six months ago, I'd been busted for shoplifting--my dumb way of psychologically dealing with my parents' divorce--although I wasn't arrested for it, thank God. I'd learned my lesson in a very big way that sticking your hands in dangerous places would get them chopped off.
"Go," Carly urged. "This is so awesome!"
She wasn't much help. Carly would storm headfirst into...