Over to Jo...
Hi there, my name is J. (call me Jo, I like the sound of that) Lilley. I write Young Adult stories.
I live in Scotland, on the edge of a forest, with my husband and two cats.
I admit I'm a travel-oholic. Other people cringe at the thought of packing, flying etc.to me, half the fun is in the planning. I make lists, pour over guidebooks and maps, and load my ereader. (Have ereader will travel, I now have space for clothes in my suitcase.) Our kids all did gap years. We are doing gap-weeks.
My stories are set in the Trossachs, the most beautiful, underestimated and little known area of Scotland.
When Sam finally asked Andy out, little did he know what he had let himself in for.
For Andy was not as he seemed; and Sam's life was to be turned upside down.
Scary, dangerous and life threatening times awaited.
Could he save his friends, and all they believed in, or would Sam walk away and leave them to their fate?
"Sam," Brios spoke to Sam again. "This evening is going to stretch your credulity, and make you wonder what the hell is going on. All I, all we, can ask, is you keep an open mind. You said you saw a fox? A silver fox?"
Sam nodded. He'd told them that, so he had no idea why they needed to hear it again, however, he thought he'd better speak.
"Yeah, twice. Why? Have there been a lot of sightings? Whereabouts?"
Brios laughed at his response.
"What do you know about a silver fox?"
Why is he answering a question with a question?
"Other than I've seen it twice today? Nothing. Should I know something?"
"In some legends it's a sign of a shifter."
"Pardon?" Do I sound as confused as I feel. Definitely something in the water. And everyone else, even Andy is just sitting there, not at all worried Brios sounds as if he's stepped off the Twilight or True Blood set. Scary. Think I'll just smile and nod.
Shit! Was that a growl from Brios? And he's baring his teeth like a…"Look." He tried for a reasonable tone, hoping his voice didn't shake and nobody could see the metaphorical knocking of his knees together.
"I really have no idea what you're talking about. Who or what is shifting? Define a shifter. Do you mean like in those paranormal books there's so many of about now?" Sam asked in what he hoped was a neutral, 'just asking' tone. "They're just books aren't they, not real life. I saw a fox, or so I thought. Twice. Both times today, not before today. And that's it. The only shifting I know is furniture or when we move between rooms at school." He could have sworn he heard a muttered "Yeah I said that as well," from Rach, but didn't dare risk a glance at her. To him, Brios still looked like an annoyed—well—big cat. He'd never noticed how almond shaped and amber Brios' eyes could look.
Cat-like. Very cat… like Leira's. Oh what the…
"So, er, I don't know what I'm supposed to say really."
Andy stood up and faced him. Sam found himself holding his breath. Why did he have the feeling that the next few minutes were going to be among the most important of his life?
"Sam," he began. "You need to suspend belief, and listen with your heart. Today you asked me to go out with you. Something we both want, something we've both wanted. I've been an ass, knowing I was gay; knowing I wanted you and not doing anything about it, because I knew there would be opposition. Not from friends and immediate family. But from my Shalean family, and enemies." He paused, and Sam saw the entreaty in his eyes. He stood up as well, and moved to stand beside Andy. He had no idea why he did, just that it seemed the thing to do.
"Shalean? Your mum was a McRae. I'm lost." He watched as Andy shrugged his shoulders; Sam touched Andy's shoulder in what he hoped was recognized as a gesture of support. He watched, as Andy's hand lifted to cover his, very briefly, before he turned to look at Brios in what seemed like entreaty.