Ramblings From This Chick: Feature and Giveaway: Drift by Amy Murray

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Feature and Giveaway: Drift by Amy Murray

I’m not crazy. My mother may have died with everyone believing she was insane, but I refuse to accept that as my fate. Even if I am recalling memories about a life I never lived. A life that includes the mysterious James—a guy I’ve only just met, but feel as if I’ve known all my life. The memories are coming hard and fast, and I’m falling down a rabbit hole with consequences that far exceed anything I could have ever imagined. And now, someone is trying to kill me.

Someone from my past who knows about my visions and is looking for something he believes I took from him. All I have to do is figure out how these memories relate to the present and maybe I’ll survive to live another day.

Maybe…

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“Don’t go,” I said as his hand grazed the door handle. “Let me explain.”

James glanced toward my apartment before turning to me.

“Explain what?” His body shrugged with indifference, but his eyes told a different story.

I rounded the truck to stand in front of him. “I had a flat and he helped me. Mack and I—we’re not together.”

“Does he know that?” There was an edge to his voice.

“Why’re you mad at me?”

His chest expanded as he pulled in a deep breath. “I’m not mad at you. I just—I’m mad at me. I came here thinking… I don’t know what I was thinking.” His hands lifted before he dropped them to his sides. There was a prolonged moment where nothing, yet everything, was said. He shook his head and stepped toward me. “You haunt me.”

My thoughts scattered like marbles on a tile floor. “And I can’t get you out of my head. We both know something’s going on here—something outside of normal— and I know you want space to figure that out. But that guy?” He pointed in the general direction of my apartment. “I don’t know. Something’s not right with him.”

My spine straightened. “Why would you say that?”

“Call it instinct.”

“You don’t know him.”

His head tilted. “Do you?”

My jaw dropped, and my brain couldn’t work fast enough to understand how the conversation had turned. James put his hands on either side of my face, and fire lit my skin ablaze. A thousand feelings pulsed inside my veins when he leaned close.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. If you want me to stay away, I’ll try. But I know you feel everything I’m feeling, and believe me, it scares me, too.” His gaze searched mine while the nameless emotions swelled inside of me, filling me until my bones threatened to break.

His thumbs stroked my cheeks, and my breath caught in my throat. I placed my hands against his chest, meaning to keep the distance between us. But the moment my fingers touched his shirt, and the heat from his skin penetrated mine, I couldn’t help but ball them into fists and gather the fabric to pull him closer. His arms wrapped around me and engulfed my body in a heat that was too warm for the freezing temperature.

He let out a long breath, and a groan vibrated within his chest. I didn’t speak. I honestly tried to get something— anything—out, but my throat closed. Never before had I wanted to melt with someone as much as I wanted to with James. But that feeling didn’t last. Too soon, I was thrust into a vision long enough to see his face beaten black and blue and to see my hands dripping in blood—his blood.

I pulled away, and his arms fell against his sides. “Don’t,” he said, defeated. “Don’t do this.”

I took another step back and shook my head. “You’re right. I feel it, too.” Something akin to relief flashed in his eyes. “But something’s not right with me. When I’m with you—”

His eyes softened as he took a step toward me. “I understand that feeling.”

“No, I don’t think you do.” I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Reed Street. Tomorrow night.” He was insistent. “It’ll just take a few minutes, and I promise—I’ll prove to you—I understand.”

He slid into his truck and turned on the ignition. I could do nothing except watch him leave, and I stood there with exhausted emotions as his taillights disappeared into the rain. Walking back toward my apartment, I glanced up in time to see Mack’s curtain close.

Amy Murray graduated from the University of Houston with a B.S. in Psychology. She is a CrossFit addict, proud Harry Potter enthusiast, and obsessed with modern quilting. She and her family live in Cypress, Texas.