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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"We can't let you go in there." Both boys were far too grim for their age, but Fresco at least understood why. Their distrustful stares, on the other hand, just brought his anger back.


"You two think you can keep me out?" Fresco hadn't meant it as a threat, but by the time the words were done and his brain caught up with his mouth he wanted to facepalm.


Way to make them think you're a psycho. He didn't need Justin's voice to tell him he was an idiot. He took care of that himself. If they didn't think you were a threat before, they sure do now.


"We're just following orders," the skinny one of the pair said. The other was slightly overweight, something amazing to Fresco. He'd never met a Wasted kid with any extra pounds.


"Yeah, orders." The chubby one shoved his glasses back on his face and tried to look dangerous. Tough to do when his hands were shaking.


Fresco would have laughed any other time. "Is that an order for everyone, or just me?"


Chapter 94: The Twins