By Shannon Eckrich
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 23, 2012
Length: 236 pages
What if your life finally seemed to make sense? But, what if in an instant everything is taken away? How far would you go to get your life back? Seventeen year old Allie Anderson's telekinetic powers are anything but useful she can't bring her father back, can't stop her mother's downward spiral into alcohol, and can't keep her from falling in love with Ethan Bradley. Loving Ethan is easy, but it comes with a hefty price: Ethan is prohibited by his people from interacting with mortals because he isn't mortal himself. When Allie and Ethan's love is discovered, there's someone who will do anything to keep them apart. If Allie can't learn to control her powers and fight to save Ethan, this dark entity will make every attempt to stop her beating heart. And if that happens, not even the energy of an immortal can bring her back.
Shimmering with strong paranormal elements, a touch of mystery, magic, and a forbidden love story worth dying for, Other Side of Forever will leave you craving more.
“Ethan,” I whispered into the darkness. Nothing. I crept through the room, moving toward the kitchen, when something grabbed me from behind. A piercing scream escaped from the depths of my throat as Ethan, who was laughing hysterically from my reaction, picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Omigod…Ethan…you scared the crap out of me!” I gasped for air, but soon joined in with his laughter.
“I win,” he announced, still chuckling.
“You most certainly do not,” I snorted. “We haven’t made it into the kitchen yet. And when we do, it’ll be a tie.”
“Well, since I’m carrying you, technically, I win.”
“Technically, you cheated. So I disqualify you,” I argued back.
“You’ve got a point,” he said, placing me on the counter and using his mental ability to turn on the lights.
Ethan got a spoon out of the drawer and grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer. He opened the container and scooped out a spoonful of chocolate ice cream and walked over to me, planting himself in between my legs. He dropped the container on the counter next to me and brought the spoon up to my mouth.
“Now, wasn’t there something you wanted to say upstairs?” He smiled.
I lifted my brows as I swallowed the chocolate, then said. “Oh, I take it you can read minds now?”
“You know I can’t do that.” His face drifted closer to mine, connecting my energy with his, causing my breath to halt in my throat.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It was stupid. I should be used to him by now. But, no, his smooth ivory skin, shiny brown hair, perfect face, and deep, dark eyes, continued to draw me away from reality and into my own picture perfect fantasy world.
He leaned in and I shaped my lips around his, wrapped my legs around his waist, placed my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer.
Then, in an instant, he pulled me from the counter and placed me on the floor beside him. “Ethan, what’s wrong?” I whispered.
He stared blankly at the pantry door, unmoving. “They’re coming.” The words slipped past his lips in a hurry.
“Who—Ethan? Who? Talk to me,” I pleaded. As I finished the sentence, I heard the pantry door start vibrating.
“What is that?” My voice cracked from the energy I was receiving from Ethan. It was fear. The Ethan I knew didn’t fear anything, so what was it he was so afraid of? What was behind that door?
And, at that moment, I knew exactly who was coming. The others—more immortals from Asteria. They had found him. They had found us. But what I didn’t know, what I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know, was what their intentions were.
How do you keep from resenting your duties and every human’s sleeping requirement when you have to stop writing to take care of them?
I’m deep in a story, my heroine has just began kissing the guy she has fantasized about since the first chapter. Emotions are flowing, her senses are wide-awake, and the images are running through my head like a movie. Then, distantly, I hear, “Mommy, I’m hungry.”
At first, I ignore it, thinking I’m just hearing things. So, I continue to write, immersing myself deeper and deeper into the scene until something begins tugging my arm. I blink a few times and turn my head. My daughter is in my face. “Mommy, I said I’m hungry.”
It takes me a moment to realize I’m not on a beach. Not on the hood of a car watching my characters kiss for the very first time. No. I’m in my living room. And my daughter is staring at me like I’m a zombie.
I sigh deeply. “Really,” I say. “Can’t you just wait one minute?”
“No, I’m hungry.” And she is very persistent.
I have to admit, I do get agitated when I’m pulled from the story. And only a writer knows how I feel. Because more than likely, they feel the same way too. But the truth is, I still have things outside my imaginary world that have to be taken care of. I have a daytime job, a kid, a husband, a dog and a cat, and a house that needs tending. Oh, and I have to get sleep at some point in my life.
When I first began writing these things really ticked me off. I mean, couldn’t they see I had a story to tell? I’d spent my entire life coddling my family, putting myself on the back burner to make sure everyone was happy and, now, I wanted to do something for myself, something I enjoyed. Couldn’t they see that?
Then I realized I was being pretty selfish. And after a while I learned how to balance reality with my imaginary world. It’s something every writer must do. Sure, I still get agitated sometimes when I’m deep into a story and something needs to be done, but the truth is, the story will always be there, but my family needs me too.
Balance = Happiness
About The Author
Born and raised in Delaware, Shannon Eckrich lives with her husband, two children, and chocolate lab, Chewy, along with her newest addition, Taylor, a spunky little kitty who loves to terrorize her while she’s writing.
Shannon’s second love is the paranormal. Ghosts, angels, vampires, aliens, immortals, it doesn't matter, she’s obsessed with it all, which is why she’s compelled to write stories in the paranormal genre.
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