Excerpt from Getting Out of Jersey…Undead-Earth Book 1
I’m not really a people person. I enjoy being on my own, and normally keep to myself, but there was something about her, the way she was scrunched up in the chair, and the way her deep brown eyes locked on my face when I talked. Sitting there with her, I didn’t feel any of the old anxiety or desire to just be left alone. I wanted to watch her eyes as she followed my lips as I told her about myself. And when I hit on a treasured memory and her face lit up, it made me want to talk to her more, to find the other things which would chase away the practiced neutrality she wore like a mask.