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Over the Ivy Wall
Clara Pendleton is a prisoner in her home. Always searching for new places to hide from her uncle, whose drunken attention terrifies and confuses her, she finds a tiny clearing in the back of the property near a disintegrating section of the ivy-covered wall that surrounds the estate. Gaven Bridge has been sent to Clearwater to live with his Uncle Daniel. Never fitting in, he doesn’t believe he’ll ever meet anyone who understands him. But when he goes out for a walk in the woods, he happens upon a young lady sleeping soundly on a patch of moss. A deep bond is fostered between them, helping Clara find the courage to change her life. When she finally decides to climb over the ivy wall and out into the world, there is no going back. Will Clara escape her horrible past, or will it destroy the love she and Gaven share?
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she wrapped her arm around him. He tucked her close to his body, holding her. “You’re making me feel good right now,” she whispered. “Touching me like this. Don’t you see?” When he said nothing, she leaned up to look at him. “Gaven, you’re the reason I got away from there. You talked me into climbing over that wall. I wouldn’t have done it without you. After we met, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I wanted to be with you, and I still do. Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me out of there, for talking me into it. I’d still be there if it weren’t for you.” “Clara, you’re strong, stronger than you realize.” With a gentle touch, he caressed her cheek, gazing into her eyes. “You could’ve done it without me. If—” “No, don’t say if. I don’t want to think about that. I just want to be with you.” His brow crinkled, his eyes betraying his amazement. “How can you want me?” She smiled through her sorrow, tears rolling down her cheeks. “How can I not?” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his, the saltiness of her tears mixing with the sweet taste of his kiss. “I love you, Gaven.”
Orion Cross My Sky
Tammy Pendleton thinks she’s broken beyond repair. Sheltered by her parents, a victim of sexual abuse, she wants to escape but doesn’t know how. Until her cousin Clara leads her away from the Pendleton estate, and into Clearwater. Orion Bennett is a motor-head who works at Pete’s Service Station. At nineteen, he is battling depression. But he’s also suffering with trigeminal neuralgia—the suicide disease—and he’s desperate to escape the pain. When Tammy wanders into the shop one day, she finds herself strangely comforted by the scents and sounds of the garage. Although the pain they suffer is very different, they discover comfort and understanding in one another. The companionship they share has the power to heal. The question is, will they let it?
Once his buddy was in the car, and they were both comfortable on the original dark interior—which was torn and in need of replacement—Orion pushed the key into the ignition.
“Here goes nothin’.” He shoved down on the clutch, putting the car into first gear.
“You realize this beast ain’t got no power steering, right?”
Orion tilted his head to the side, making it clear he didn’t care. Then he turned the key, and the engine grumbled to life like an old man waking up from a sound sleep. It reverberated through his body, sending sparks of pain into his nerves which he forced himself to ignore. “Shit, listen to this baby purr!”
Putting his strength into it, he piloted the car out of the garage. The sounds of the engine shook him inside and out. The seat beneath him was trembling with the force of it.
Zane’s dad was working in the shop, too preoccupied to notice them at first. Orion got a glimpse of Pete Johnson glaring at them, his hands on his hips, as the Trans Am pulled out onto Main Street where the crash had happened only a day before.
If he’d been thinking straight, he would’ve listened to Zane, who was saying something about the registration, the dates on the plate.
Behind the wheel of this car, there was no way he could listen to reason. He’d been seduced by the feel of it, by the gears changing as he handled the stick-shift, by the way the engine grumbled and roared like a dragon.
Even in the midst of this pleasure, pain entered his mind—crawling along the nerves of his face as if seeking an exit. He ignored it again.
“I know what we oughta call this baby,” he shouted over the growling of the beast. “Terror. The fuckin’ Clearwater Terror, that’s what this is!”
And with that, he hit the gas and shot down Main Street going upwards of seventy miles per hour, while Zane shrieked in the seat beside him, and lights flashed in the rearview mirror.
“Goddamn it,” he shouted. “Cops!”
He threw his head back as he pulled over, gripping the steering wheel hard in order to aim the car off the road and along the curb. Sheriff Ryder swaggered up to the driver’s side window, shaking his head as he pulled out his ticket book.
The engine stalled, and Orion slammed the palm of his hand against the steering wheel, something close to fury coursing through his veins.