"Fawn, hun, why are you crying?" I heard Lucas ask through my sobs. I didn't answer.
"Last time I saw you crying this much was- oh no, Fawn." Lucas came over to me and hugged me while I was on my bed.
"The last time I saw you crying this much was when you realized you thought of Neal and I as family- who is it this time?" I took a few deep breaths,
"I made new friends Lucas, and they're amazing, one of them- I don't even know how I think if him- b- but Lucas- I'm gonna hurt them- I- I might hurt them," I started to cry even more at the thought.
"Fawn," Lucas took my face in his hands so that I would look at him,"You think you might, but you won't."
"How do you know that," I whimpered.
"I know you, Fawn, I know you and that power of your's, and you can control it, you wont hurt them, I know it." I hugged him and started to cry on his shoulder. Lucas started to pat my head.
"Fawn, you wouldn't hurt a fly unless it hurt someone you love. You won't hurt them." I pulled myself from his hold and looked him in the eyes,
"Thanks, Lucas."
"Anytime, Fawn."
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A musically talented teen with her sights set on the spotlight must find a way to get her life back when she falls in with the mob.
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In a city where con artists make the rules and aspiring females wear sequins and dance with a pole, Melody Holiday refuses to ride on the coattails of her semi-famous grandfather. She wants the freedom to choose her own path to showbiz greatness. When a chance meeting with a handsome stranger provides Mel with an opportunity, she thinks she's landed the big one. But her grandpa isn't thrilled with the direction Mel's career is going, and it's not until she stumbles across something she probably shouldn't have that this becomes clear. Perhaps meeting the stranger with the Rocky Balboa eyes wasn't by chance. Maybe Mel is rubbing elbows with the kind of people who could take away her freedom for good.
This story is loosely based on the author's feral youth. So, if you like your fiction shaken not stirred with a sprinkle of badboy on the rim, NEON GIRL delivers the goods; giving readers a dose of drama, a dash of romance, and a heaping helping of Las Vegas schmaltz. Oh, and there's a killer playlist, too.
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