Spark
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“Sorry.” He kissed her again. “Thought I should check thoroughly.”
Then he pulled back. “We should walk. I don’t want to get you in trouble. Your father hates me.”
“Oh, you’ve saved my life twice now. I think he might give you the time of day.”
“Really?”
She shrugged a little, smiling up at him. “Maybe. Give it time.” Then she sobered. “But I want to know. About you.”
He sighed, then bent to pick up a dead leaf from the path. He spun it by its stem. “Truth?”
She nodded.
The leaf sizzled and flared to life, catching flame that sparked light across his cheeks.
“Let’s walk,” he said. “And I’ll tell you everything.”
BEYOND THE STORY
Spark Playlist
“Blow” by Ke$ha
I probably listened to this song a hundred times while writing Spark. It’s about a dance party, but the music is so penetrating that I’d turn off all the lights in the middle of the night, blast the song in my headphones, and write Gabriel’s fire scenes. Something about the electronic music behind the lyrics reminded me of fire alarms, and the intensity of the song kept the adrenaline going.
“Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” by Kelly Clarkson
I’m a firm believer that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and Layne would feel the same way. This is totally a girl power song. Layne would love it.
“We Are Young” by fun
This song is all about being young and taking the world by storm. When I wrote the final scene between Gabriel and Layne, I imagined this song playing in the background.
“Stereo Hearts” by Gym Class Heroes, featuring Adam Levine
This is one of the sweetest songs I’ve ever heard, and I think it perfectly captures the romance between Layne and Gabriel.
“Everybody” by Ingrid Michaelson
This song is all about falling in love, and it’s completely innocent and lighthearted and, believe it or not, this song was my backdrop for writing about Hannah and Michael. (Don’t tell Michael. He’d be pissed.)
“Good Feeling” by Flo Rida
This song just makes me want to dance and gets my pulse going. Great backdrop for the action scenes.
“Without You” by David Guetta, featuring Usher
Another romantic song that makes me swoon for Layne and Gabriel.
“Love Bites” by Def Leppard
This is one of my favorite songs of all time, because it perfectly captures the pain of first love.
“Your Guardian Angel” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
This song is a power ballad, and it works for both Layne and Gabriel. I think they’d both say that the other is their guardian angel, don’t you think?
“Mean” by Taylor Swift
This song is all about standing up to bullies—and I must have listened to it on repeat about a hundred times, right along with
“Blow.”
“When She Turns 18” by Christian TV
If there’s ever a perfect song for a boy telling off the father of his girlfriend, this is it.
“Start a Fire” by Ryan Star
This could be Gabriel’s theme song.
“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” by The Offspring
This song is angry and intense and challenging and is exactly the kind of thing I’d expect Gabriel to blast in his headphones.
“Something Beautiful” by NeedToBreathe
This song is the theme song for the Elemental Series. Any time I need inspiration for a book, I start with this song.
Read on for a sneak peek at
Spirit,
coming in June 2013.
CHAPTER 1
Hunter Garrity woke to the click of a gun.
His grandparents kept a night-light in the utility room, but either it wasn’t working or someone had killed it—his basement bedroom was pitch-black. His breathing was a shallow whisper in the darkness. For an instant, he wondered if he’d dreamed the sound.
Then steel touched his jaw.
He stopped breathing.
A voice: soft, female, vaguely mocking. “I think you dropped this.”
He recognized her voice, and it wasn’t a relief. His arms were partially trapped by the sheet and the comforter; he couldn’t even consider disarming her from this angle.
“Calla,” he murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to spook her. He had no idea how much experience she had with guns, and this didn’t seem like the right time for trial and error.
“Hunter.” The barrel pressed harder into the soft flesh under his chin.
He needed her to move, to shift her weight. Right now, she was just a voice and a weapon in the darkness.
He let out a long breath. “How did you get in here?”
“I drugged your dog and picked the lock.”
It took monumental effort to keep still. He had a knife under his pillow, but going for it would take about three hours in comparison to the amount of time it would take her to pull a trigger. “You drugged my dog?”
“Benadryl in a New York strip.” Her voice turned disdainful. “I can’t believe you let the dog out of the house without watching him.”
His grandparents lived on an old farm. Like he should have considered that psycho teenage girls might be leaving tainted steaks for his dog to find. “If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.”
“You know,” she said, ignoring him, “I thought about burning this place down. Kerosene, match, whoosh.”
“What stopped you?” He slid his hand beneath the blanket, just a few inches to see if she would notice.
She didn’t. “Nothing. There’s still time.”
“I don’t believe you,” he said. “If you wanted to start a fire, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
“We want you to get a message to the other Guides.”
“I don’t know any other Guides,” he hissed.
Well, he knew one, but Becca’s father was just as far off the grid as Hunter was.
His hand slid another few inches, clearing the blanket.
“Come on, Hunter,” she said sweetly. “Aren’t you your father’s son?”
Her voice had grown closer. She was leaning in. The gun moved a fraction of an inch.
All he needed was a fraction.
He swung for her wrist, going for deflection, ducking under the movement. His other hand was free, flinging the blankets at her while he slid to the ground. He threw a punch where her knee should be, but she was gone already, somewhere back in the darkness.
He tried to slow his breathing, his heart, trying to convince his body that he needed to hear.
“Nice try,” she said.
He focused on the air in the room, asking the element to reveal her location more precisely, but it was never something he could force. He had to wait.
And the air wasn’t talking.
At least the darkness was working to his advantage. If he couldn’t see her, she sure couldn’t see him.
He slid a hand under his pillow, and the knife found his fingers, the hilt a reassuring feel in his palm. He’d never cut anyone with it, but he knew how to throw.
Then he heard her breath—or maybe he felt it. Close, too close. He lifted a hand to throw.
A board cracked him across the side of the head. Now the room was full of light—stars danced in his field of vision. He went sprawling, and for a painful moment, he didn’t even know if he was lying faceup.
Then she kicked him, rolling him onto his back. “Idiot,” she said. “You think I’d come alone?”
Rolling sent the back of his head into the carpet. It hurt. A lot.
His knife was gone.
“I should shoot you right now,” she said. “But we need you.”
“Go to hell.” He could taste blood when he talked. He slid his hand against the carpet, looking for his knife, but a booted foot stomped down on his fingers.
God, how could they see him?
/> The gun went against his forehead. “A message,” said Calla. “Are you listening?”
“Yeah,” he ground out. He still had a free hand, but he had no idea whether her “helper” had an extra weapon.
“We’re going to burn a house every day,” she said. “Until they come.”
She was nuts. “They’ll destroy you,” he said.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “Tell them to come and see. You have a week.”
“You’ll kill ordinary people—”
“No. Until they come, that’s on you.” She shifted the gun. “You like piercings, right?” The hard steel pressed into his bare shoulder. “How about a little bullet hole to convince you?”
Hunter whipped his free hand out to deflect again, this time rolling into the motion and trying to break her wrist.
She shrieked and dropped the gun.
He didn’t let it distract him—he kept moving and drove his fist into the leg of whoever pinned his other hand.
This time, he connected. He heard a male grunt of pain. His other hand was free. Movement filled the darkness around him, and he knew they were getting ready to retaliate.
And then Hunter found the gun.
He didn’t wait.
He pointed at motion, then pulled the trigger.
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