I am super excited to be a part of the tour for The Gathering Dark by Christine Johnson – I am so stinking excited for this book, it is not even funny! I have an excerpt from the book today!
Keira’s hallucinating. First it’s a door hovering above the road; then it’s a tree in her living room. But with her parents fighting and her best friend not speaking to her, Keira can’t tell anyone about her breakdown.
Until she meets Walker. They have an electric connection, and somehow he can see the same shadowy images plaguing Keira.
But trusting Walker may be more dangerous than Keira could have ever imagined. The more she confides in him, the more intense—and frightening—her visions become. Because Walker is not what he appears to be. And neither are her visions.
“Keira?” Susan called from the front of the store. “Are you ready?”
Mr. Palmer shushed her f rom his perch behind the counter. “Uh, almost,” Keira called as quietly as she could.
“Miss Brannon!” Mr. Palmer protested. “Really! I’m surprised at you. This isn’t some sort of student union. Please keep it down.”
“Fine,” Susan huffed. “I’ll wait for you outside, Keira.” Susan was the one who’d been dying to meet Walker, but she’d never see him back here behind the instrument-case display. Now Keira’d gotten herself roped into having coffee with him, and Susan had missed the whole thing.
I should have known this wouldn’t go well. I should have just gone home to practice. Damn!
Walker stared at her intently. His eyes met hers and the last of his teasing bravado slipped off his face. He stood up, his body a few inches too close to hers, but Keira didn’t back away. She had to tilt her head up to see his face. It made her want to buy a pair of high heels, so they’d be even again.
“I expect you to make good on our wager, Keira Brannon.” His gaze was dangerous and delicious at the same time. “Did you realize that your eyes are exactly the color of espresso?” he asked slowly, reaching out a careful finger to trace the hollow curve below her eye.
There didn’t seem to be any air left for her to breathe. “I don’t drink coffee,” she managed to choke out. “And I don’t go out with guys whose last names I don’t even know.”
“Andover.” His hand lingered by her face. “It’s Walker Andover. And I don’t mind that you don’t like coffee. There must be something you want?”The curve of his lips said that he intended every bit of the double meaning in his words.
“Tea,” she whispered. “And that’s all.”
“Tea. I’ll remember that.” He leaned in close. The smell of him, peat smoke and flint, wrapped around her, invisible and as heady as ether. She couldn’t think.
Walker watched her. His eyelashes were black as coal and close enough to count. “Friday? Three thirty? There’s a diner around the corner from here—I’m pretty sure they have tea. I’ll meet you.”
“Okay—fine,” she stammered, struggling to regain the self-control she was always so proud of. She wrapped her arms around her middle protectively. “But only because I owe you, and I don’t like owing people.”
“Good enough for me,” he smiled a lazy smile. A waiting smile. “For now, at least.”
The front door clanged. “Keira? Are you coming or what?” Susan sounded distinctly irritated.
“Yeah,” Keira ducked under Walker’s arm. “I’m coming.”
“See you Friday,” he said, turning back to work like nothing had happened.
With a disgruntled snort, Keira turned on her heel and headed for the door.
Christine Johnson is the author of Claire de Lune, Nocturne, and The Gathering Dark. She lives in Indiana with her husband and kids. She loves yoga and cooking. Visit her on the web at her website, Twitter, and Facebook.
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