Publication date: December 15th, 2014
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Fiona Lavender is the new girl at school. She has a chip on her shoulder and a penchant for poetry. Dario Martinez is the starquarterback, and the most unattainable guy on campus. Their stars cross when they are paired to study Romeo and Juliet for a senior English project. Their attraction is fragile and undeniable. But, Dario is afraid of what love will do; and Fiona is waiting for love to claim her.
Will they uncross the stars and find the love they both need to heal their pasts?
UNCROSS THE STARS
Chapter 1
At midnight, Fiona and her mother finally pulled into the
driveway of their new rental. Her mom cut the engine, but not the parking
lights.
“Looks like we made it, Fee.”
“Barely. I thought you were going to kill us a few times weaving
all over the road like you were,” Fiona said.
“It’s not easy driving and towing a U-haul trailer. It’s
heavy,” her mom replied and began rummaging through her purse.
Fiona ignored her mother and squinted through the dust and
bug splats on the windshield at the dark house. She noticed the crooked light
fixture on the left side of the garage, and the rain gutter hanging askew.
“Looks like we’re the haunted house on the block,” Fiona
said.
Her mom hit the high beams spotlighting the garage door like
a stage.
“Not so helpful, Mom.” Fiona got out of the car and
stretched her neck and back. She inhaled the cool fall air. Peering through the
darkness, she noticed the bushes lining the dead grass yard needed trimming,
the thinly branched tree in the front stood naked of leaves, and mounds of dried
up flowers filled the flower bed under the front window. Shadows darkened the
walkway to the front door. A pair of windows stared out at the street like
rectangular evil eyes.
“Looks sturdy and dirty. And creepy. I can hardly wait to go
inside, Mom.”
Fiona peered inside the car. Under the dim dome light, her
mom had dumped the entire contents of her purse on the passenger side seat.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“I think I left the key back in Watsonville .”
“Great,” Fiona said. She glanced back at the windows. They
remained staring blankly into the night. Fiona looked down the street in both
directions. Every single house had a lit porch, except theirs.
“Ahhh-ha! I found it. It was in the ash tray. I forgot I put
it in there for safe keeping.”
“Fine. I’m coming. Have some patience, Fee,” her mom said,
as she got out of the car.
They walked the dark pathway to the front door. A powdery
dust covered everything. Fiona’s mom tried to fit the key in the lock and open
the door. She jiggled and twisted the knob, syncing the internal mechanisms
with difficulty, until the door finally creaked open into a darkness blacker
than night.
“Where’s the light switch?” her mom asked, as she ran her
hand over the wall next to the door frame. “Ah!”
Fiona heard the light switch click. She heard her mom toggle
it up and down several times in rapid succession, but nothing happened.
“Ummm,” her mom mumbled.
“There aren’t any lights on outside either. Don’t tell me we
don’t have any electricity,” Fiona said.
“Well, either that or we need several dozen light bulbs,”
her mother answered.
“Figures.” Fiona heard her mother rummaging through her
purse again. “What are you doing?”
“Wait. I think I’ve got it.”
Fiona heard jangling keys, a soft snap and a beam of blue
light appeared from her mother’s hand. “There we go.” Her mom walked into the
house waving the thin light in front of her. When she found the kitchen, she
searched through random drawers. “There we go,” she said again.
“There we go what?” Fiona asked completely annoyed.
“Candles. Now, all I need is some fire.”
Fiona flipped a pack of paper matches at her mom.
“Where’d you get these? You aren’t smoking again, are you?”
“From the counter, Mom! Jeez. I smoke one time three years
ago and you act like I’m going to die of lung cancer or some crap. Light the dumb
candle already.” As her mom lit the candles, it occurred to Fiona, “Did you
call ahead to get the power turned on?”
“What?” Her mom asked.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Maybe I can get my old job back.” Fiona’s mom rerouted the
conversation.
“What job?” Fiona asked, rolling her eyes.
“The one at Red Lobster. Ah. There we go. Light.” Fiona’s
mom smiled triumphantly, holding up a lit candle.
Fiona stared at her mother through the candlelight. “Are you
serious? That was ten years ago.”
“I was good at that job. The manager, oh, what was her name?
Mandy?”
“Who cares what her name was. It was ten years ago. No one’s
going to remember you.”
Undeterred by Fiona’s negativity, her mother continued, “I
think it was Valerie. Yes, I’m pretty sure it was Valerie. Maybe she’s still
there.”
“Ten years ago, Mom. And nice try.” Fiona said.
“Nice try what?” Her mom paused. “I noticed you didn’t use
the F-word. I’m proud of you sticking to your promise.”
“Nice try not answering my question. The power company. You
didn’t call ahead, did you?”
“I was so busy getting the U-haul loaded—”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Fiona said flatly.
“I’m sorry, Fee. I’ll get on it first thing in the morning.”
“Can we just unload some things, so I can go to bed,
preferably not on the floor?”
***
After an hour of wrestling the flimsy mattresses to their
rooms, moving boxes, and ignoring her mom the whole time, Fiona finally had the
solitude she craved. She found the box she’d packed Mr. Lion-Bear in for the
trip from Watsonville
to Sierra Crest. She opened it and pulled him out and hugged him to her chest,
like she did when she was a little girl.
Ten years ago, when her mother decided in her typical
impulsive fashion to get married to Dominic, some guy she barely knew, two
important things happened. Her mom had a huge yard sale and lion-bear became
her best friend. Fiona hated the yard sale because she watched bits and pieces
of her life walk away, like her little Star Wars figurines, her too small
ballet shoes, and her favorite Beauty and the Beast comforter. She had cried so
hard that her mom bought her a new stuffed animal. The instant she saw him
she’d loved him because he promised with his fuzzy black nose to her neck that
he’d never leave her. She named him lion-bear because he was a lion, but soft
like a teddy bear. She had whispered all her secrets into his fuzzy ears.
Within days of the dreaded yard sale and the purchase of her
beloved companion, they had packed up the remaining pieces of wreckage from
their life in Sierra Crest, crammed them into the car, and drove two hundred
miles northwest to Watsonville
never to look back.
At the time, Fiona’s mother reassured her that Dominic
epitomized fun and happy, and most important of all he had a job and promised
to take care of them. They’d been struggling for months, going without electricity
or water more than once, because her mom couldn’t keep a steady job. Her mom
always made a game out of the darkness and the droughts. She said it was good
to find the silver lining in the rain clouds. Usually, that meant her mom
reading to her by candle light.
“Here we are again, Mr. Lion-Bear. Back where we started,”
Fiona said to the worn stuffed animal in her lap. “This time better be
different. If my mom meets another guy, I swear I’ll never talk to her again.
I’m so absolutely sick of moving. Sick of changing schools.”
Moving to Watsonville
was supposed to have been a fresh start for Fiona and her mother, but once they
got there the beautiful dream quickly eroded into a familiar disaster. Dominic
turned out to be as flaky as all the rest of the men her mom dated. Fiona
couldn’t believe anyone could be worse at holding down a regular job than her
mother, but Dominic proved otherwise. Dominic also turned out to be some kind
of moody jerkwad. Weeks before Fiona’s mom had decided to leave for good, he
had been diagnosed as bi-polar—which answered a lot of questions, but the
damage had been done. Her mom packed them up to move again. She promised Fiona
life would be different this time if they went back to Sierra Crest and
recovered the life they dumped years ago.
“I hope Mom’s being honest with herself. I want to finish my
senior year at the same school. I don’t think I can take moving one more time.”
She plopped Mr. Lion-Bear on her bed. “We need some blankets, little friend.”
She opened another box marked FIONA’S ROOM and pulled out a well-worn quilt.
“This’ll do.” Fiona smoothed it on the top mattress, blew out the candle and
lay down exhausted. “God, I hope she’s being honest with herself.”
********************************************************
UNCROSS THE STARS
Chapter 7
The after party began on the far side of the Renaissance
Fair grounds, near the edge of the city park’s wooded island. Dario sat against
a large rock with Fiona between his knees, her back pressed against his chest.
Her arms rested on his knees, and his arms wrapped loosely around her waist.
Dario watched the huge bonfire blaze orange and blue against the black night
sky. The red hot cinders floated above the roaring flames, funneling up into
the darkness. A hipster boy sat in the light of the fire strumming Coldplay
songs on a guitar he hugged in his lap. Fiona’s back was warm against his
chest. He leaned forward to smell her hair, soft against his face.
“Your hair smells like campfire,” he said.
“Thanks. I think.”
“Don’t worry. It’s a good thing. I like it.” He let a strand
of her hair slide through his fingers.
“Okay, in that case, thanks.” Fiona turned to look at him
and smiled.
“Did you notice how bright the stars are?” Dario asked.
She leaned her head back against Dario’s shoulder and looked
up. “No, not until just now. They look like blinking jewels.”
“You want to take a walk?” he asked.
“It’s dark. Where would we walk to?”
“Trust me. I know a place. The view is spectacular.”
“Okay.”
Dario got up first and slapped the damp grass off his jeans,
then he extended his hand to Fiona and she reached for it without hesitation.
He held her hand low next to his thigh so that as they walked their legs
sometimes bumped their clasp hands. The light and noise of the gathering faded
as they walked along the edge of the city park’s planned woodland. Dario wanted
to tell her how pretty he thought she was, but kept the words to himself. He
didn’t want to say the wrong thing and come on too strong. His avoidance of
girls had handicapped him for this situation. He knew next to nothing about
girls, except that he wanted Fiona. Within minutes they reached a small trailhead.
“We have to go down this way.” Dario pointed to the dirt
line that faded into shadows and darkness. He pulled out his phone and switched
the flashlight on high, beaming the bluish light down the intended path.
“That looks scary,” Fiona said. She backed up a step. “I
don’t know.”
“It’s okay. I promise.” Dario reassured her by releasing her
hand and putting his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve got you.”
“It better be worth it. What if a tree monster grabs us or
the Wild Things kidnap us?”
“Those little monsters freaked me out. I hate that story
about Max and their gnashing teeth and all that. In a forest. This looks like
that forest.”
“It’s not my favorite story either,” Dario said. He pulled
her a little closer. “It’s just some trees. It’ll be fine. I know where I’m
going.” They followed the thin glow projected by his phone. The well-trodden
path wound around trees and rocks. The branches soon canopied overhead blocking
out the white points of light above and the sky itself. Dario held her tight
against his side. He pulled her just a little closer and kissed the top of her head.
He liked how she leaned into him. He hoped she felt safe.
It seemed like they were lost in the shadows of the low
hanging branches and tree trunks when the night sky popped into view. They
stepped out into a small hidden meadow circling a huge boulder.
“Welcome to Boulder Meadow,” Dario announced. “Come on.”
He led her through the low grass and late summer flowers
bowing their sleepy heads to the earth, closed for the night.
“Wow. It’s a lot bigger close up,” Fiona said. She put a
hand out to touch it. “It’s cold.”
Dario led them around the rock to a place with an easily
accessible cleft serving as handholds and footholds. They scaled the giant rock
to the very top.
Fiona stood and looked out over the meadow. “It’s all silver
in the moonlight. It’s beautiful.”
“Most people forget this is here. It’s my favorite spot to
be under the stars,” he said. “Here and, now, the pond.”
Fiona turned to face him. “Why’s that?”
“You know why,” Dario said, looking down into her eyes.
“You.”
Fiona blushed and looked away.
“Is something wrong?” Dario asked.
“No. Not at all.”
Dario sat on the rock. Fiona sat next to him. He put his arm
around her, guarding her from the chill. “You want to see something really
cool?”
Fiona nodded. “Of course.”
“Lay back and look up.” He leaned back, opening his arm so
she could lay next to him. “Look at that.”
Fiona settled in the nook of his arm and looked up at the
sea of stars. “I’ve always thought stars looked like dancing dots of light.
Little flames across the sky. This view really is spectacular. Thanks for
bringing me here.”
Dario hugged her a little tighter to his side. She warmed
him from the inside out. “I have a confession, Fiona.”
“What’s that?” she asked, as she turned to face him.
“When we were at the pond I wanted to kiss you.”
“I have a confession, too.”
“What’s that?” he asked and smiled up at the sky.
“I wanted you to.” She rolled onto her side with Dario still
cradling her shoulders.
“Like what?” she asked.
Dario swallowed hard. He leaned his head down, stopping just
as his lips made contact with hers. He could feel the heat of her breath, the
soft curve of her bottom lip. Then, he pressed his mouth against hers. Her lips
parted. She was sweet, and soft, and stirred a long dormant hunger. He rolled
completely on his side, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He kissed her
harder. Fiona wrapped a leg over his, pulling him closer to her, smashing their
bodies completely against each other.
His body had a mind of its own. It told him he wanted her.
He wanted more than this kissing. His hands roamed to her unknown curves. His
brain screamed for the emergency brake.
Her offering jarred him to his senses. He’d jumped with both
feet into an all-consuming fire. And he’d done it without realizing it would
happen. If he didn’t stop now, he wouldn’t be able to stop the swell of
emotions and needs urging him forward. No girl had ever tugged so sweetly on
his heart, until now. He sat up, pulling her with him. “It’s getting kind of
late. We should be getting back. I still have to get you home.”
Fiona sat up and looked away. “Sure. Okay.”
Dario helped her down the rock by the same path they had climbed
up. They walked all the way back to the bonfire in silence. Dario was confused
by what happened on the rock. He was afraid of how he wanted her, how she was
reaching all the hidden places in his heart.
On the way back, Dario noticed that Fiona didn’t lean into
him the way she had earlier. He wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she
knew how much he wanted her. He wanted to just tell her, but that would take
him down a path he wasn’t certain he wanted to go.
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FAQ
1.
What are your favorite books? I love young adult and new adult fiction. I have
read some awesome indie books in these genres by: Randi Cooley Wilson, Stacey
Rourke, and Deena Remiel and Chastity Bush. As for books that have influenced
my entire world, the Iliad and the Odyssey hands down. Cold
Mountain. Historical romance or historical based anything, and fantasy all
float my boat. As I was growing up, I read Spartacus by Howard
Fast and a book called Beloved, which I have never been able
to find since. I loved historical "anything genre" books. I also loved
the Lord of the Rings, the Robe...and a series
called the The Chronicles of the Deryni by Katherine
Kurtz. I wasn't allowed to watch television growing up, so books were a
HUGE part of my life. My sister and I used to tell each other stories at night
when we went to bed...we'd pretend we were in the stories...I am pretty sure we
recited the entire Star Wars movies in sequence more than once.
2.
What movies do you like? The Fountain, Gladiator, 300, Cold Mountain, Last
Samurai, Under the Tuscan Sun, Braveheart, Anna and the King, The Lucky One. I
just realized all these movies make me cry...sob, is a better description. I
also love Lord of The Rings and Star Wars. If you haven't seen The Fountain,
watch, reflect and be amazed. I have to add Cloud Atlas to this list. There is
something about this film (based on a novel) and the music that haunts me every
time I hear it. Time and destiny wrap us in a cosmic dance, and we stumble, we
float, and we live...again.
3.What
inspires you? Ironically, good films and music. My crazy, wild dreams,
random thoughts, and red wine. Sometimes inspiration just comes out of no
where. I am inspired by learning new things. People with crazy passion for
life. I’m blessed with amazing friends and Facebook friends.
4.
What are you reading right now?
Saving
Tatum by Micalea Smeltzer
Requiem’s
Song by Daniel Arenson
In
the line to be read: Wreck Me and Who We Were and Haunted Haven
5.
Six Favorite Things
1. hot coffee anytime, anywhere
2. my Crixus poster next to my treadmill
3. sleeping hard during a nap
4. things that make me dance and cry
5. working out to my David Guetta
Pandora station
6. when my phone chimes that it’s
Superman texting me :)
Janell has been writing since she was in grade school. In high school, her 9th grade English teacher suggested she consider a career in writing. After a decade in college and a Master's degree in history, she settled into teaching.
Writing never stopped. Stories never stopped. READING fiction never stopped. Now, she writes and publishes on-line. Invisible Wings is her first YA novel, a compilation of short stories centered on teenage life triumphs and tragedies. She believes being a teenager is difficult and wrote Invisible Wings to let teens know they aren't alone. That they matter. That even though life is rough, they can still find beauty and love.
Beside the YA stories close to her heart, she adores Mythology and Fairy tales. Anything magical and mystical. And dragons. And gargoyles.
She currently lives in CA.
Visit her at Facebook @Janell Rhiannon Author. If you want to see what projects are in the works or find out more about the her, visit
Writing never stopped. Stories never stopped. READING fiction never stopped. Now, she writes and publishes on-line. Invisible Wings is her first YA novel, a compilation of short stories centered on teenage life triumphs and tragedies. She believes being a teenager is difficult and wrote Invisible Wings to let teens know they aren't alone. That they matter. That even though life is rough, they can still find beauty and love.
Beside the YA stories close to her heart, she adores Mythology and Fairy tales. Anything magical and mystical. And dragons. And gargoyles.
She currently lives in CA.
Visit her at Facebook @Janell Rhiannon Author. If you want to see what projects are in the works or find out more about the her, visit
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