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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He didn't have much time. Even isolating the woman behind a rundown tenement squashed between a dumpster and a stack of abandoned cardboard boxes only gave him so much of a reprieve. Once the Garbagemen arrived and realized what happened, they would start searching. Fresco didn't know if they could find him using their gifts or not, but wasn't willing to risk it.


One look at Joey's face told him not to bother asking him to leave.


Fresco used his power to hold Mrs. Connolly still, his telepathy already blocking her voice. She stopped screaming, at least. He was getting a headache from the psychic impression of it, even though to the normal world she was completely silent.


"You're going to cooperate," he told her, pressing down on her, his gift driving her to her knees. "When I let you go, you won't scream. Just answer my questions. Got it?"


She nodded quickly. He had to risk it. Fresco eased off the chokehold on her voice and was relieved when she only hitched out a soft sob.


Chapter 53: The Lab