Title: Empath
(The Empath Trilogy)
Author: HK
Savage
Genre: Mature
YA
Publisher:
Staccato Publishing
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Description from Empath:
All she wanted was to disappear…
Claire Martin is an empath. She’s lived her entire life as a slave to a
constant barrage of emotions that weren't hers. Off to college she hopes simply
to blend with the crowd where she can best hide her curse. Within her first few
weeks at school Claire meets Stephen Andrews, a small, fragile looking boy who
changes her life forever.
Stephen, a boy with a secret of his own, instantly recognizes Claire for what
she is. It is through Stephen's aid that Claire meets James, a vampire with a
talent of his own. As soon as they touch, their abilities connect in a way that
has not occurred in over three hundred years forming a bond that cannot be
broken.
Follow the trilogy:
Bonded
Secrets
Be sure to check out the other books by HK Savage:
Life Blood
Blood Bound
Author Bio:
HK Savage has been a voracious reader of anything she could
get her hands on going back to the second grade when she would set her alarm
two hours early to read before school. Her passion for the written word has
continued and flowed into writing going back nearly as far. Her books have fans
in twenty countries on six continents with hopes of attracting attention on Antarctica if for no other reason than to check a box.
Currently, HK is a mother, wife and black belt in Karate as well as an avid dressage
rider. Her three dogs: a Doberman she uses for therapy dog work and two ancient
Doxies keep her busy when she is not writing or working or whatever else.
In addition to editing for the past ten years in advertising, HK has been an
editor for several newsletters over the years; her favorite being for Heifer
International where her ideas were put into effect and complimented by those on
high. Currently her skills are being focused on clients in the writing world.
Paranormal is her favorite genre and science fiction because both address the
possibilities we have not yet realized and the darker things we have. Her
favorite premise: “what if?”
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Excerpt:
James stood and put his right hand into the air separating
our bodies. I looked at it and snapped back up in alarm. “What do you want me
to do with that?” My heart started to race. We couldn’t touch. What if
he could sense how he affected me? He could do whatever he wanted then and he
could just tell Troy
and Stephen I’d gone willingly to the slaughter. It would be easy to get me to
mirror his thirst.
“I will shield you myself and take it down a little at a
time as you learn to pick it up your own. But I will need to know how your
ability functions to better work with it. I sense people’s talents, but need to
touch you in order to do so. Each person’s is different. I cannot help you to
contain or manipulate yours if I don’t know the peculiarities of it.” He held
his hand out palm up and wiggled his fingers playfully at me, a grin crept back
into his eyes. “You will have to trust me.”
89I stood too, wiping my now sweating palms on my pants,
glad I had picked the jeans. They hid the marks so much better than khakis. I
raised my right hand and held it palm down a few inches from his. Our bodies
were little over a foot apart and my heart started hammering in my chest. My
stomach was fluttering and I felt the sweat beading on my back and under my
arms. I thought I was having an anxiety attack.
His face was calmly watching mine like this was the most
normal thing. “You must learn to settle yourself, we haven’t even tried our
first experiment yet.”
“Give me a moment.” I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t see
him, then I concentrated on my breathing. With all of my issues I had spent a
good amount of time practicing deep breathing and meditation. Taking this
moment to “find my breath” as my books had instructed, I found my heart rate
coming down and my body responding to my wishes. I reopened my eyes, my body firmly
back under control.
James stood exactly as before with a pleased expression.
“That was good, Claire. Are you ready to begin then?”
Too frightened to speak, I merely nodded and licked my
suddenly dry lips.
Much like my earlier confession, I watched his hand moving
toward my own except I felt like it was someone else’s. Mine was some
stranger’s body and I was standing beside her, seeing this from the outside.
When our palms were about an inch apart, I felt the hum begin, lower and
quieter than I was used to. He was different than a human.
My eyes sought his. They quickly became my gyroscope,
helping me balance here in this strangest of situations. He saw my surprised
reaction to his feel.
“I will be easier to work with because I am not human. My
emotions are much more fleeting and almost feel...” Here he became uncertain
for the first time since I had met him. “I guess you would say that my body has
been dead for so long that my human emotions have dulled. They are in my head,
but do not affect my body as your kind’s do.”
Hmm, that was curious. I felt it building, the unstoppable
urge to touch him. He’d said no harm would come and that he would help shield
me, plus I had to put my hands on his. Again I felt that inexplicable pull
toward him, but now it was total. The tug was in my head, in my stomach. I
could feel it even in my very skin.
Dropping my resistance, I brought my hand down onto his,
lightly then more firmly. I knew instantly that it was too much too soon. His
feelings rushed up to me. They were so fast and fleeting that it was hard to
focus on what I was getting as they flooded into me. With an incredible sense
of relief I also found that with them shifting so quickly they were easy to
block. It was like I had a box of his emotional “thoughts” and they were
wrapped up with enough cotton that I could choose which one I wanted to grab
and analyze once I got used to the pace.
I caught glimpses of faces and places from different times
go flashing past me. Fascinating. Would I be able to do this when my training
was complete?
Almost as rapidly as I had begun to read him, James pulled
his hand back and put it in his pocket. He was breathing hard and his eyes were
dark again.
“I don’t understand. That was great! I was able to separate
each emotive thought you had and if I had more time, I could have read them.”
It was hard to contain my exuberance. This was more than I had ever hoped I
would be able to do. It was like mind reading, but more than words, I could
feel flashes of what he felt about each person and place though
too complex to understand in the glimpses I’d been exposed
to. Realization struck me then and I felt the guilt over what I’d done.
“James, I am sorry, that was intrusive, wasn’t it? I should
have warned you. You said you’d shield and I figured I would just go for it.
Like ripping off a band-aid.” I couldn’t meet his eyes out of embarrassment.
Just then, the teakettle whistled making both of us jump to
our feet. Carefully, so that we didn’t touch again, James carefully stepped
around me before turning to go to the kitchen. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back
with your tea.”
“I’ll help.” I wanted something to do with myself to help
dissipate the awkwardness.
“No,” he said too harshly and too quickly, holding up his
hand to me.
The rejection and humiliation burned hot. He offered to help
me and when I wasn’t offending him, I bowled him over like an overeager Labrador. I worried this time I’d pushed him too far and
now he would take me home.
He seemed to understand how I was feeling. His voice was meant
to soothe as he broke into my thoughts. “Claire, you have a stronger ability
than I was ready for. It took me by surprise is all. I will be better able to
help you if I eat before we continue.”
Instantly, I felt the color drain from my face. My heart leapt
into my throat. He was going to eat? Me? No, Stephen said he didn’t do that.
“Relax,” he assured with a small grin. “My supply is in my
refrigerator. If you would have a seat and give me just a few moments, I will
take care of my needs and return with your tea.”
“Oh, okay. That’s, um, thoughtful.” Well, that was arguably
the weirdest conversation I’d ever had. Feeling better about a lot of things,
confused about others, I sat down on the couch and pulled my legs up underneath
me to wait while James went about his business. Left to my own nosiness, I took
the time to look around. What had seemed so clean and streamlined about the
house initially I now saw as sterile.
Most people have pictures around their house showing hints
of who they are. Pictures of their hobbies, people they know and love, places
they’ve been. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but figured out in the lack of what
I was seeking that I was hoping to learn more about my handsome tutor. He spoke
formally at times, so I thought he was from at least the turn of the century
when English got more mixed and slang became more acceptable. Or, maybe he
wasn’t American initially and had learned it later. The foreign exchange
students I had met in high school had learned what we called “British English”
which was way more formal than our own American version. Of course I was also
looking for evidence of a girlfriend. She would have to be pretty amazing to
get this guy and, I assumed, she would have to be a vampire too, or it wouldn’t
be fair because she would be too scared to break up with him.
I had put the cashmere throw on my lap while I was deep in
thought about the hottie in the other room who was quickly becoming an
incredibly fascinating person. Uh oh, double trouble. Great to look at, better
to talk to.
Switching gears for my own safety, I looked around me. This
was a comfortable house, I was tired and it was safe here. Relax, I thought as
I closed my eyes for just a minute. I could return myself to a steadier place
while I waited, thinking we could work that much better when he returned.
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that I had
been asleep when I awoke to his voice in my ear. “Claire, I should bring you
home.”
I sat up with a start, nearly smashing into his face in the
process. He must have been right in my ear. Good thing he moved so fast or we’d
both have serious goose eggs on our foreheads; well, I would anyway. “No, I’m
alright. Please, I’ll be fine after I have some caffeine.”
He didn’t look convinced, but I wanted a chance to prove
myself after the earlier debacle. We couldn’t end our session like this or it
would be our last. “Are you certain? I warned you these practices can be
draining. If you are already tired, I don’t want you to pass out on me.” He
grinned teasingly and I felt my stomach flip. His color was closer to human,
feeding must give him color as well as warmth, which explained the difference I
saw in his pallor earlier as well.
“Let me have a cup of tea and I’ll be among the living
again.” I froze and shot a look at him unable to read his reaction. Not sure if
I had done damage or not, I concentrated on my tea.
After a few sips I put the cup down, pushed the blanket
aside and stood up. “Okay, let’s try this again. I’m ready.”
He stood as well, so gracefully it was inconceivable,
mesmerizing even. “Yes,” he agreed cautiously. “But this time, you hold still
and I will come to you.”
We both put our palms out again but this time, obediently, I
held perfectly still. When we touched, it was not like before. He was completely
shielded and I had my first feeling of just someone’s hand. This was just
touch. I felt the solidness of his palm, the coolness of his skin. I felt him.
I was unprepared for what it would do to me. Before I realized it, I was
weeping; uncontrollably weeping.
James instantly pulled his hand back and I heard the
confusion in his voice. “I was shielded, you shouldn’t feel anything.”
That just made me cry harder. I couldn’t look at him.
Through my sobs, I tried to speak. “I don’t. That’s it; I’ve never felt...nothing
before.”
He understood that and closed the last step between us. As I
saw his arms coming up, I jerked my face up to his and he saw my panic.
“Trust me. You’ll be safe.” James put his arms around me,
letting his shields block out everything and give me peace. I finally felt what
it was like to be comforted by an embrace. I wept for everything I’d never had,
for the fear that made me cringe from a hug instead of lean into one. I felt
him lift me up with one arm, sweeping my legs up with his other and without the
slightest indication of exertion, he sat on the couch pulling me up into his
lap. I tried to tell myself he’d seen it all before working with people like me
and then cast that aside, preferring to think this first embrace was special
for more than just me.
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