First Light by Samantha Summers – Excerpt & Giveaway

Welcome to Author Samantha Summers

Born in London, an only child with an overactive imagination, Sam spent much of her childhood telling ghost stories to her younger cousins and dreaming about far away places. She graduated university with a BA in marketing, but it wasn’t long before her passion for storytelling and travel got the better of her. She currently lives in Sydney, Australia, where you’ll probably find her hidden away in the corner of a park somewhere – writing, reading, dreaming or watching movies on her iPad. She loves everything spy and assassin and has a slightly unhealthy obsession with Star Wars, mainly Darth Vader.

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First Light Excerpt

         ‘At long last!’ his deep voice boomed with an American accent I hadn’t been expecting. That’s when all remaining heads turned to face me.

         One belonged to a boy who was definitely younger than the others, with a mop of black hair against dark skin and even darker eyes. The second face I recognised from when I’d first met Kalen. He was fair, with long hair that he wore back in a ponytail and he was wearing a sports cap turned backwards. The last boy held my attention, his blond hair almost white and his eyes a cold frosty blue. Though he was lean like the others, his body looked tense – the muscles in his arms, veiny and hard. He glared at me. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I quickly let my gaze fall back to the other boys. They were all so different, yet the same; something about them was so similar but whatever it was, I couldn’t put my finger on it.

         ‘Boys,’ Kalen stepped in front of me, ‘this is Ronnie Rose.’

         ‘Awesome, Ronnie!’ the little one declared, standing and bounding over with a bright smile. ‘So cool to meet you.’

         The second American, I noted with interest as he shook my hand and pulled me in for a hug. I liked him instantly.

         ‘Ronnie, this is Ace Jones.’ Kalen held the young boy back with an outstretched arm and Ace backed off.

         ‘That’s Nash Philips,’ he said, pointing to the one with the ponytail, who half got up from his stool and with a silent nod hello, reached a hand out for me to shake.

         ‘And this is Laith Williams.’

         Ah, the scary one. Laith looked at me when his name was mentioned, though he didn’t get up from his seat, and when he spoke his voice was thin and razor-sharp.

         ‘Ronnie?’ he announced with a degree of disgust. ‘That, is a boy’s name.’ His accent was British – completely normal for where we lived, though maybe a little more well-spoken than I was. He sounded just like Kal.

         ‘It’s short for Veronica,’ I defended meekly.

         ‘Dude?’ Kal shook his head at his friend and looked at me apologetically. I smiled at them all nervously in return, but the tension was quickly diffused when the big one got up from his low seat and bowled over. He was at least six-four and had the sort of chiseled features you only saw on a movie star. Brushing his brown hair out of his eyes, which were the brightest of blues, he took my hand and kissed it, with a sideways grin towards Kalen.

         ‘Good to finally have you hanging with us, gorgeous – I’m Denver. Ignore Laith. We all do.’

         Laith eyed Denver briefly before turning away and continuing to watch a television show they were all engrossed in. Four lionesses were mauling a dead Zebra carcass.

         ‘Let’s go to my room,’ Kal said into my hair.

         Kalen’s bedroom was similar to the rest of the house, only he’d removed the dust cover from his bed and replaced it with a small brown blanket. The rest of the room was sparsely furnished with a reading lamp and a small pile of books. I walked towards them, aiming for the only thing I could use as a talking point.

            He was leaning casually against the wall, with one foot over the other, his dark eyes fixed on me. My pulse picked up speed. Being so close to him again, and in his bedroom, I was caught in a strange limbo between excitement and confusion.

What do you do when you’ve always dreamed of a hero; your knight in shining armour, only to find when he arrives he isn’t a hero at all?
… He’s a killer.
Ronnie Rose is trying to cope with the loss of her father; now it looks like she might lose everything else that’s dear to her too. Huge debts threaten to destroy her family, her childhood home and her future. Only one person cuts through her pain. Kalen Smith has just moved to town. He’s trouble and everyone knows it. He and his mysterious friends keep to themselves and the town likes it that way. But when Kalen mourns at her dad’s funeral, Ronnie wants to know why and her investigation plunges her into a dangerous world of murky government secrets, with deadly consequences. Ronnie knows she should walk away from Kalen before it’s too late. Problem is, she’s falling for him…
Can we choose who we fall in love with?

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