Hello 🙂 Today I’ll be hosting a spotlight post! Thirst by R P Channing was published on November 26. 2015. The links to buy the book are down below.
~ Kira Sutherland ~
After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her
‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the
boyfriend cheated…), and being labeled as having ‘issues’ in her
school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:
1. Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is a
hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies
and Convicts” (as the social media sites call them.)
She chooses the latter…
~ Cory Rand ~
Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car
accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best
friend…sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory
just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that
watches out for him.
Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of
disreputable behavior. After his third o0ense (which was prompted
by a girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:
1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named
Bubba (he thinks…)
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run
by vampires. But, hey, at least he’ll get an education.
He chooses the latter…
It’s at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an
insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other
things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and
witches and demons.
Things he’s always ignored.
The Puppy Eyes
My life was perfect.
I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house.
My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always
windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my
hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my
waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.
But then there was Jack.
Jack was a problem.
He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this
endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being
stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I
needed to keep him?
I think not!
Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-
ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew
where he would go after he died.
Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye,
sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?
I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.
I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.
Still no answer.
His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again.
“Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”
His puppy eyes became worse.
His skin was gray and, well, dead.
“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have
another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like,
really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak
accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…
The idea excited me somewhat.
“What would you have me do, Miss Kira?”
“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”
“Yes, Miss Kira.”
The dead. There’s just no reasoning.
“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one
else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.
“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.
R P Channing started writing three years ago, but never
published anything even after churning out over a million words of
3ction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book he dared to
publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s the first thing I
wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not hammering
away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a
book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to
non-fiction to comedy.