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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Genvieve was already shooting off her mouth to Daniel when Fresco walked into the dining room.


"The alley was empty," she said, obviously wrapping up. "Like there was anyone in it in the first place. Little brother probably just fell down or something." Sophia snickered, but only because she had her back to the door and didn't see Fresco come in. The rest of Genvieve's posse fell dead silent.


"Thanks for having my back." He couldn't resist jibing her, especially when he saw the way his brother looked at him. Fresco's wounds bled freely and he knew from catching his refection in building windows and the way other pedestrians avoided him on the way back he looked like hell.


"Tell me what happened." Daniel sat, gesturing to Fresco who joined him. Genvieve looked fit to implode at any second. Fresco had enough of her and focused on his brother.


Chapter 90: Some Kind Of Monster