Blurb: Years before the United States collapses and the New Order takes over, Asher Jones is a teenager living in Taylor, Michigan. Turmoil rocks the country. Citizens are dismayed. But for Asher, his only concern is the girl next door. His world is perfect until the night his family is brutally killed. Asher struggles to make sense of his life. Drugs and alcohol become his constant companions and land him in jail. Now he’s at a crossroad—clean up his act or continue down the path of self-destruction. Every choice, however, comes with a consequence. When a kid from the right side of the tracks veers left, how does he find his way back? Tag Line: “Out of pain comes growth.”
One of our favorite places to hang out was the Taylor Twist ice cream parlor on Eureka Road. It was a family-friendly place with the best sundaes in town. Cindy ordered her usual brownie sundae with a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream and extra whipped cream. I was happy with a double scoop of Superman—blue, red, and yellow ice cream. Taylor Twist’s version came in blueberry, cherry, and banana flavors. We took our orders to one of the plain brown tables in a corner. My multi-colored ice cream melted over my fingers watching Cindy. Her tongue swirled around the spoon licking off the ice cream and whipped cream. She plunged the spoon back into the bowl. This time she stuck the whole thing in her mouth and sucked it off slowly. I gulped, wanting to trade places with the spoon. Cindy’s pretty lips lifted into a smile. “If you planned on watching me eat, why’d you order anything?” Her words brought me back to reality. I grabbed a stack of napkins and cleaned up the mess I made. “Yeah. Looks like you’re enjoying your ice cream.” “Nope.” “No?” I was confused. “I’m enjoying the expression on your face. Want some?” Cindy held the spoon out for me. Hell, yeah. But what I wanted didn’t come on a spoon. So I lied and tried not to notice the boner her little display gave me. “Naw. I’m good.” “I bet you are,” she teased. Cindy closed her eyes, putting a scoop of ice cream on her tongue. Her lips opened and closed around the spoon. She gave a little moan. I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. As her sundae disappeared, so did my resolve. If I got this wrong, I was going to die.
About the Author
SF Benson, a native of Michigan, resides in Georgia with her husband, a human daughter, and a couple of miniature fur kids (two female short-haired guinea pigs). At one time she wrangled a household which included three Samoyeds, saltwater fish, a hamster, and three guinea pigs. When she’s not busy playing Doctor Doolittle, she enjoys answering the question “what if” by writing mostly Dystopian/science fiction and paranormal stories for young adults and new adults. And if a spare moment happens, she morphs into a bookworm and devours a few books simultaneously.
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