Here it is: After much waiting:
Joclyn Despain has a scar. In fact, it is almost like a brand on her skin. She doesn’t know why it appeared on her neck, but she doesn’t want anyone to see it, including her best friend Ryland, who knows everything else about her. The scar is the reason she hides herself behind baggy clothes, and won’t let the idea of kissing Ryland enter her mind, no matter how much she wants to.
The scar is the reason she is being hunted.
If only she knew that she was.
If only she had known that the cursed stone her estranged father sent for her 16th birthday would trigger a change in her. Now, she is being stalked by a tall blonde man, and is miraculously throwing her high school bully ten feet in the air.
Joclyn attempts to find some answers and the courage to follow her heart. When Ryland finds her scar; but he knows what it means, and who will kill her because of it.
Kiss of Fire is available now! And Goodreads, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble
And, just for fun. I’ll leave you with an excerpt:
“I better get going to class,” Wyn said, without looking away from me.
I watched her as she turned to leave, ratty shoulder bag draped across her back. I wanted to run after her, explain why everything upset me, and explain about Ryland and my dad and everything. But, I couldn’t make myself move.
Wyn took a step to the side, leaving a break in the small group of students leaving the cafeteria. That small movement gave me a clear view of the door, and the blonde man standing next to it.
I looked away from Wyn’s retreating back to meet the stare of bright, blue eyes. My stomach clenched in fear as his gaze bored into mine in a glance so intense I felt the blood drain from my face. All the times I had seen him, I had felt uncomfortable, like I was being stalked, and, this time was no different. Except, now I knew without a doubt that he was following me. My frantic heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.
The man leaned forward, his back arching him forward. His eyes narrowed as he continued to stare into me. A shiver wound its way up my spine causing me to gasp for a breath I hadn’t remembered holding. At my sudden intake, a coy little half smile spread across his face as if he enjoyed it. My stomach clenched in even further terror, my mind casting away any thoughts of what that smile could mean. I didn’t want to know. He continued to stare into me before releasing me as he turned to walk out of the cafeteria.
I didn’t dare move, even though class had already started and I was left alone with the janitorial staff and the smell of ammonia. I continued to stare at the vacant door as the edge of fear ebbed away and my spine started to relax. I shouldn’t be so worked-up over one random man staring at me, even though he had been following me. But it could be anything right?
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
