Tara Fuller

PERIGEE MOON: Now Available!                                                                                                             

Release Date: January 2012

Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Crescent Moon Press

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After a horrific fire claims the life of her mother, seventeen year old Rowan Bliss finds herself in the miniscule town of Ipswich, Massachusetts.  It’s here that she meets Alex, a deliciously mysterious boy who holds the key to unlocking her family’s dark secret.

As Rowan falls helplessly over the edge for Alex, the secrets that he insists on keeping refuse to be contained, and the truth that she uncovers challenges everything she has ever believed. Alex is a witch. And now he’s awakened something within her she never even knew existed. But out of all of this, the one thing Rowan won’t accept is the fact that Alex is destined to die.

Now Rowan must unearth the buried power she harbors within to escape a deadly prophecy, defy the very laws of time, and prevent the hands of fate from taking yet another person she loves.

Excerpt from Perigee Moon:

“Rowan?” His voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face him. He stood in the shadows; his eyes, pools of midnight water, sparkled under the glow of the porch light. He was wearing the same white t-shirt and faded jeans, but this time he was donning a black leather jacket. He looked dark and beautiful, like he’d been born from the night. He took a pronounced step closer and my heart stopped. It had been a week since I’d seen him last. A week of telling myself that I would never see him again. A week of trying to convince myself that it was crazy to care.

“Alex.” His name rolled off of my tongue, lingering sweet on the outskirts if my lips long after the word had passed. He smiled and lowered himself down onto a porch step, the wood creaking under his weight. I let my fingers fall from the doorknob and sat down beside him as if we had known each other all our lives. Strange, how it really did feel that way.

“What are you doing here?” I breathed, not really caring about the reason. Just caring that he was here, infusing me with warmth and life for reasons I couldn’t understand.

He looked up at the blackened sky and I watched his eyes trail the dizzying swirl of stars overhead. “To be honest I don’t even know anymore. I’m done trying to convince myself that this is wrong.”

“You know I have no idea what you’re talking about, right?”

He laughed. “I know.”

We sat silently for a moment, all of the words we wanted to say filling up the silence between us. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding against my ribcage and I wondered if he could hear it too.

“Can I ask you something?” He twisted his body around until his shoulders were square with mine. He was so close that I was breathing his breath.

“Sure.”

“Who is he…the boy that just left?” He motioned towards the curb where Tyler’s truck had been parked.

“Who? Tyler?” I said, confused. He nodded silently for me to continue. “Tyler’s just a friend.” I wondered if that was still the case after the rejection I had just handed him.

“He tried to kiss you. Why didn’t you let him?”

“You were watching me?”

“Are you avoiding the question?”

“No…I just…” I scooted an inch away from him. Just for a little space. An ounce of clarity. He glanced down at the empty space between us and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You don’t have to answer. I was just curious.”

I studied the ribbon-like curl of his eyelashes, the way he chewed the inside of his cheek, the way the wind rustled his wispy black hair between his eyes, causing his nose to twitch.  I could feel the nervous flutter that twisted his gut. He wasn’t someone to be scared of. He was just…a boy.

“Because I didn’t feel it with him,” I finally said.

“Feel what?” He looked confused.

“The spark,” I said, remembering how my mother’s eyes would shine and her cheeks would blush as she recounted the memory of her first meeting with my father for me time and time again.

“Is there anyone who does?” He stared down at the steps between his legs and picked at a piece of splintered wood. “Make you feel that way I mean.”

“What… like a boy?”

“Like me?” If the wind wouldn’t have died at that moment I’m not even sure I would have heard him. Closing my eyes I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts that were now so muddled I could barley find the words to speak.

“Let me get this straight. You stalk me for weeks. You refuse to speak to me, and when you finally do you tell me that it’s wrong to want to know me, and then you disappear with no explanation. And now you show up in the middle of the night and want to know how you make me feel?”

He smiled. “Yes.”

“Confused. That’s how you make me feel.” Traces of anger were bubbling up through the unruly mass of butterflies in my stomach, blocking out his gentle wisps of desire, and the perplexing thud of his heart.

“I’m sorry for that. I don’t mean to.” He looked away and pressed his lips together. “Things are just…complicated for me.”

“I don’t know anything about you.”

“But I know things about you,” he said.

“What could you possibly know about me?” I asked, praying that he wasn’t about to make me regret trusting him.

He laughed again and my head swirled with the sound. When he laughed it was like music, but no song I’d ever heard.

“Just enough to drive me mad,” he said.

He paused and slightly shifted his body so that his knees were now mashed up against mine. I tried to ignore the whispers of electricity that were dancing across my legs but it was impossible. It was as if every nerve in my body was standing on end, hungry and searching for the feel of his skin on mine.

“I know that you look sad when you think that no one else is watching. You don’t smile very much but when you do it’s staggering.” His eyes tightened and he averted his gaze to the splintered steps below us. “I know that you have trouble sleeping. You sit by your window at night and stare into the trees as if you’re waiting for someone.”

His eyes were back on my face now, drifting over me as if he were trying to peer into my soul and decipher my darkest secrets.

“But I don’t know why you’re sad. I don’t know why you can’t sleep, or who you could possibly be waiting for while the rest of the world is sleeping.”

My cheeks flushed with color and the heat that had been building with his every word suddenly burst behind them. I hoped that the blush that Bevin had forced me to wear would hide it.

Just an hour ago spilling my secrets to some strange boy had my stomach twisted into knots, but now as I sat there staring into his liquid-blue eyes, which were filled with an emotion I couldn’t fathom, I found myself twisting into knots for an entirely different reason. Suddenly my secrets weren’t my secrets anymore. The secrets I‘d fought so hard to keep. The ones that I would never dream of telling another soul. And before I could stop myself the answers were spilling from my lips.

“My mom died. That’s why I’m sad. I can’t sleep because at night when I’m alone I can barely breathe through the pain. I’m buried in the memories. And when I stare out my window…I’m looking for you,” I admitted, my voice shaky and insecure. “I’m always looking for you because you are the first person that has been able to make me feel alive in so long, and I don’t know why.” I knew I should feel embarrassed admitting these things, but I didn’t. Not with him.

He brushed a strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. The heat from his touch expanded across my face and sent flames searing down my neck. It was a good heat. The kind that thaws you from the inside out. He smiled and closed his eyes, his hand lingering against my cheek.

“I want to know things about you too.” A lump filled the back of my throat as I waited for him to find another excuse to leave.

“What do you want to know?” His hand fell away from my face, and my nerves went into a frenzy, wanting more.

“Where do you live?”

His face looked torn again, but he finally answered. “Close by.”

“Why do you wear the same thing all the time?” I knew it was a silly question but I was truly curious.

He laughed. “Does it bother you that I wear the same thing all the time?”

“No.”

I still felt confused. He wasn’t giving me real answers and he knew it. It was enough to drive me crazy.

“Okay…where are you from?” He looked confused as if I had repeated a question. “I mean your accent. You’re obviously not from around here.”

“I moved here with my parents from England around four years ago,” he said, and to my surprise I was satisfied with his answer. It was the first clear answer he had given me and he didn’t even hesitate. “My family wasn’t exactly accepted back there and we came here hoping things would be different,” he said, a bit of acid lacing his voice.

“Is it? Different I mean?” I said.

He looked away as a hint of pain flashed across his face. “No.”

“Why is it wrong for you to want to know me?” I asked, shivering as a gust of bitter air pierced through my thin silk top like a thousand icy shards of glass.

“You’re cold. You should go inside.”

I wrapped my arms around myself defensively. “No. I’m fine. Answer the question.”

He looked at me for a moment. “Because we’re not the same, Rowan. I come from a very different place than you and that could be dangerous, for both of us.” I panicked as he stood up and retreated toward the shadows.

“Wait. Will I see you again?”

“I’d like to say no, but I think it’s a little late for that now.” He smiled, his white teeth glistening through the dark.

“Promise me you’ll be back,” I insisted as I rubbed my arms, hoping the friction would keep the cold at bay for just a few more minutes.

“I promise,” he called out before disappearing behind the tree line.