Monday Moonings is a weekly meme here on my blog featuring new books or authors, mostly self-published authors. :)
Hi guys! This week, we have Chrisy Trujillo’s novel titled “True North”. read on! :)
Title: True North
Author: Christy Trujillo
Trying to make it out of high school alive – Difficult.Being the only human in a town of Shape Shifters – Challenging.Figuring out where you really belong (with the help of the hottest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on) - Priceless.We’ve all heard them, the never-ending comparisons our parents make of us to our siblings and those around us.Why can’t you be more ambitious, Sahar? Why can’t you be more like your brother, Sahar? Why can’t you flip into animal form like everyone else, Sahar? The small town of True North , Colorado is a serene and tranquil place if you happen to be a shape shifter, which as it turns out, Sahar North is not. Though she’s the daughter of one of the most prominent families in town, she just doesn’t seem to fit in. Thanks to Dana, the Wicked Witch of the North, her junior year is sure to be one of utter misery and she’s counting the days to graduation when she can finally put this small town in her rearview mirror. When out of the blue the alpha of the wolf pack, and her crush for like…ever, Cameron, starts to pay more attention to her and she manages to befriend The Witch’s human cousin, Dean, Sahar doesn’t feel so alone and thinks she may just make it out of high school alive.Of course, nothing is as it seems and when dead bodies start showing up in the woods, Sahar and her family partner with the pack to solve the mystery and will stumble upon a secret the town has kept for hundreds of years. Armed with this new knowledge, Sahar will fight for her family, fight for her town, and fight for her people because when you realize what you’re fighting for nothing can stop you…right?
A sharp wind came from the north and chilled me to the bone. I didn’t even have a jacket. Why would I? It shouldn’t be this cold in early August. I turned to position my body away from the frigid air and caught sight of him ducking down a side street. “Cameron,” I called to him, “Cameron, hey wait up!” His pace never slowed and I had to run full sprint to catch up to him. My calls must have been lost in the wind and that was why he didn’t wait for me. It had to be. He stopped and spun around, reaching out to grab my arms before I could put them around him. “Sahar, what are you doing?” he asked in a sharp tone. “I…well, I saw you walking. I’ve called you a million times today, where have you been?” “My daily whereabouts are none of your concern. I didn’t call you back because I didn’t want to talk to you.” His voice waivered on the last word. Anger? Was he mad at me? “Have I done something to upset you?” I asked, stepping backward and away from his grasp on my arms. “No…yes…no… It doesn’t matter. Look, we can’t be together okay. I’m sorry if I made you think we could, but we can’t.” It wasn’t normal. The way I was feeling, as if his words were a sharp knife that continued to serrate my soul, in long slow movements, dragging out the pain. He kissed me. That was it. There wasn’t a profession of affection or devotion. It was just a kiss. My rational mind was aware of this. My rational mind was telling him that was fine and I didn’t care, to have a nice life. But there wasn’t anything rational about what I felt for him. So my irrational mind won out and I started to cry. “But why? I don’t understand.” I sniffled and blotted my nose with my shirtsleeve. Attractive. His demeanor softened at the sight of the tears and he ran his hands through his dark hair. “I don’t want to hurt you, okay. I don’t want anything to ever hurt you. It‟s better this way.” “Too late for that.” Now I was angry. What kind of cockamamie line was that? I don’t want anything to ever hurt you. “Fine,” I said through clenched teeth. “Good luck with the pack. I’m sure that dead body won’t stir up any trouble.” Okay, yes, I know my dad had told me not to say anything, but if you recall, I already mentioned that my rational mind had taken a hike. He froze. I mean, stopped breathing froze and stared at me, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, but had come down with a sudden case of laryngitis. “Whatever.” I turned and walked away from him. He was still standing like that when I glanced back at him over my shoulder. Good. Served him right.
Christy Trujillo was born and raised in a small town in Northeast Florida near Jacksonville and the Florida-Georgia line. As a child she loved books on vampires and the paranormal and has been heavily influenced by the writings of L.J. Smith. Christy currently works for a major staffing company, and dreams of becoming a full-time author. She resides in Jacksonville, FL with her husband, son, and two black cats that turned out to be anything but unlucky.