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 clenched his hands together to keep them from shaking. Everything in him demanded he go back inside the house and put an end to those horrible people.


Medley must have felt the same way. She shook worse than he did. Fresco reached for her, to thank her for stopping him from making a huge mistake. She jerked away from his hand on her arm, however, the steering wheel twitching in her grip.


"It's okay," he said. "We did the right thing. They are just a symptom of this, a cog in the machine." In spite of his words, Fresco felt a deep well of frustration. They didn't have the answers he needed, just slivers of information to reinforce things he already suspected.


"It's not okay." Her voice vibrated in time with her trembling. "It's not."


She pulled over, horns honking around them as she swerved to the side of the road. Medley slammed the car into park and buried her face in her hands. Fresco couldn't believe it. She was crying.


Chapter 51: The Nightmare