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 bounced impatiently on the toes of his sneakers as the elevator crawled its way to the third floor. He jammed his fists into his jacket pockets to keep from fidgeting, but couldn't control his feet. Medley glared once and sighed, rolling her eyes at him.


The door chimed, the steel plates hissing slowly open. It was all he could to do keep from forcing them wider with his hands. Before he could dart between them, Medley shouldered him out of the way and was the first one off. He took the hint and fell into stride behind her.


He could barely contain his excitement. This was perfect. The relief that soon Garris would be there to take over where he left off and help the kids was enough to make Fresco giddy. He admitted to himself he wasn't comfortable in the role at all. The thought of passing over the responsibility again was the best news Fresco had in a long time.


Chapter 45: Visiting Hours