I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

The blue joy is calling... but can Fresco survive it?

"Do you know what happened to you?" Joey's voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise." Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you," he swallowed hard, "and that's it. The rest is Wasteland."

Seventeen-year-old Fresco Conte is an ordinary All-American kid from an upper middle-class family. He plays football. His girlfriend is a cheerleader. Life is good. Until unexplained things, scary things, start to take him over. Like surviving an accident that should have killed him. Or hearing the thoughts of the people around him whether he wants to or not.
 
When the men in the dark blue coveralls come for him, Fresco is forced into addiction to the blue joy known as Wasteland and set free on the street, with no answers and only his hunger to keep him company.

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"Fresco!" Apple's little arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him forward. He caught himself in time to keep from falling on his side. He jerked her toward him, guilt and relief at war when his brain accepted she was real. He cuddled her in his lap, holding her so tight she squirmed, but didn't ask to be released.


"Apple," he whispered around a surge of emotion threatening to eat him alive. "You're all right."


She leaned back and smiled at him, a crooked little thing, wiping her face on her sleeve. He saw it immediately and his heart wrenched back to guilt in his chest.


She was addicted to Wasteland. When he met her at Last Stand, Apple and Peter were still fresh, hooked by the Garbagemen, but as yet untouched by the street version of the drug. No longer. It pulsed inside her, the dose so fresh he could feel it against his skin.


"I know," she whispered, looking away. "I couldn't help it."


Chapter 42: Reunited