Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Bronwyn joining us!
Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:
I’ll post a snippet from one of Bronwyn’s books with the character names asterisked out.
Your mission is to guess which of Bronwyn’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to William at William@IndiGoMarketingDesign.com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!
Last week’s winner is Nenei V! You should be receiving an email shortly!
Bronwyn was always the wait until the movie comes out kinda girl. This was because reading wasn’t her strongest point. The only books she was able to read were Baby Sitter Club: Little Sister and Paul Jennings anthologies
Add a 2yr old and another on the way, she needed a hobby, which she found in reading. Picking up a book opened a whole new world to her, one she never thought she’d ever be able to enter.
HERE’s the snippet:
The most beautiful sight in the world stared back at **** as his breath caught at the view before him.
He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, couldn’t get his mind to process the reality of what was really happening, not with an awe-inspiring sight. Not when his eyes watered a gentle weep that didn’t quite escape his lids at such a spectacular vision.
Darkness outstretched his eyes capabilities, as colours swirled and turned, a solid form like a cloud up in the day sky. **** could tell it was distance that made the dance stand still, that if they’d got close it would be nothing more than junk shifting around them, but it didn’t take away from the sight, not for one minute.
Sparks tinged in the distance, flashing by so fast he couldn’t follow – a shooting star that was waiting to be caught, if only he had the reflexes. He would have wished if he could think of anything but soaking in this one moment, because he knew it would end. He knew something would come and take him away from the fantasy he was clearly caught in, but he wasn’t going to rush it. It wasn’t like there was anything left outside of this he wanted to revisit. No family or friends that he’d be lost without.
Hell, he was sure his parents would rest easier if he never dirtied their doorstep, or try and convert their perfect son, his younger brother, with his talk of space and aliens that both terrified **** and soothed.
They hadn’t wanted him back; they’d have wished him dead at the hands of his abductors, over what they got back. At least, that’s what he’d been feeling, but the doctors had told him that it was natural, that feeling of abandonment. They’d locked him up, and left him there, and he was allowed to be angry at that, he was allowed to feel hurt.
Yet, it hadn’t really been like that, had it. He’d been a danger to himself and others around him, he needed help that his parents couldn’t give him, no matter how hard they had tried. They had visited, four times a week, moved when doctors had recommended a different facility that had world-renowned doctors who could help him, who would make him be able to get back into the world.
So where’d the abandonment come from? It hadn’t been from them, he’d never felt anything but love from them. Love and sadness as he collapsed deeper and deeper into his delusions. Even as he thought bad things about them—even at his worst, his subconscious would always pipe up and tell him what he needed to hear, the reality of the world around him and the love he had gotten from his parents, that he still had, was real and untainted.
Yet, the fact that he still felt as if something major was missing from him grew stronger and stronger as the years dragged on. It had gotten to the point, or was getting to the point that he’d end himself soon. Not being able to deal with the loss and grief that were eating him up and making him this pathetic crazed version of a man he’d never been allowed to grow to be.
Maybe that’s what he was experiencing now? Maybe this was life after death.
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Thanks for joining us, Bronwyn!
If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email William at William@IndiGoMarketingDesign.com with your guess!