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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Diamond City Trilogy

Fresco woke briefly in the back of the van. His mind panicked, his body unable to react. It was happening all over again and like last time, despite what he learned, despite what he could do, Fresco was just as helpless.


Gina sat next to him. The two others were strangers. A part of him was relieved Strom wasn't there.


"Not this time," she said, a syringe in her hand. She tapped the side of it with her finger, a small spurt of liquid jumping from the needle. "I wanted to bring you in myself."


Fresco felt the puncture, the flood of light in his veins. He heard her say, "Fresco, my Fresco," and then


He was in the City. On a gurney being pushed, just like he remembered. His heart constricted and sped up, driving him to thrash and fight. The song of the City did nothing to calm him this time. It couldn't. He was free of Wasteland. 


 The City had no hold over him anymore.


Chapter 58: Captured