***2014 Book Teaser***

From a scene I recently wrote for my upcoming title, Remember Me:

Kristen could hardly contain the excitement coursing through her body. After her ordeal, she was relieved to finally see a familiar face. As Reed drove past the city structures and into the suburban part of town, she began to imagine what her mother’s face would look like when she saw that she was alive. Sure, she’d probably smack her once she learned how long Kristen had kept it a surprise but Kristen couldn’t help but see for herself the shock and relief that would cross her mother’s face.
Reed entered a quiet subdivision that she didn’t recognize but it wasn’t until he pulled up to a large, brick-front house that Kristen voiced her confusion.
“Where are we?”
Reed looked back at her, a slight look of confusion crinkling his eyes.
“Your home.” Before she could respond, he slid out of the car and opened her door. “Come on, let’s see your family.”
They made it half way across the lawn before the door burst open and a tiny, biracial little girl sprinted out of the house and into Reed’s arms.
“Uncle Reed!”
“Kylie! How’s my little munchkin?” But Kylie had stopped listening she froze stock still in Reed’s arms as she looked over his shoulder. An older biracial girl in her late teens crossed the threshold, a look of irritation and worry mingled on her face.
“Kylie, how many times have I told you not to just burst out of the hou-”
She stopped mid-sentence, staring at Kristen, eyes wide. A shorter boy with cafe-au-lait skin appeared beside her.
“Mom?”
Kylie had recovered. She shoved herself out of Reed’s arms, landed on her feet and sprinted over to Kristen.
“Mommy!”
The boy and teenage girl quickly followed. They embraced her as if she were life itself. Kristen stood stock still as the children invaded her space and grabbed at her waist.
Kristen frowned at Reed in confusion and Reed’s smile slowly disappeared. Why was she reacting this way? He looked closer at her and the realization slowly started to take form.
“What’s going on out here?” A deep, melodious voice called out. The teen pulled back from Kristen a fraction of an inch and turned to the brown haired, brown-eyed man at the threshold.
“Dad, she’s alive. She’s alive!”
But he had already registered that. A look of complete astonishment was written on his handsome face as Mark Tyverson crossed the lawn. He didn’t know that his feet began to run. He didn’t know that Reed stood on the lawn. He could barely register the tears that had blurred his vision and ran down his cheeks.
His children parted slightly from their mother’s form as he reached her and drew her tightly into his arms. His hands reached up to cup her face as he bent down and kissed her soundly on the lips. Only when she pulled back, eyes wide, did he and the those around him snap out of it.
Kristen looked at the people in front of her in horror before turning her gaze to Reed’s.
“Where is my family? Who are these people?”