Hooray for another update. First things first, someone was kind enough to create mock book covers for my novel. I like them a lot and hope that you'll enjoy seeing a picture or two of them :).
I thought the clock design on this one was interesting
I think this one might be my favorite.
I really like this one though
This was the first mock cover that was made for me. I like it a lot.
Things are finally starting to get interesting in my novel. The pieces are falling into place nicely and I can actually see the complete plot connecting to one another. It's wonderful. I feel like I've really reached a turning point in my writing so far. At least where the plot development is concerned. I know there's still a lot to do, but hey at least I'm making progress right?
As always I hope you enjoy my writing and will leave a lovely comment. Let me your opinion about the plot, writing style, anything really! Enjoy!
“Are you proposing m’dear?” Adam asked in a teasing tone.
“Hardly,” I replied drily. “Can I just go now?”
“Would you care to come to the car then?” Adam questioned, a smile on his face.
I shook my head, “No thanks. I’d rather walk today. It’s so nice. Feel free to take a day off.”
I doubted he’d take my advice.
Adam laughed lightly, “Right. That’s exactly what I’ll do. Leave you alone to fend for yourself.” There was a light tone in his voice but his eyes were hardened.
I was confused by his conflicting actions but determined that it was merely Adam being his normal strange self. Choosing to ignore his request I turn back towards the car I continued on towards campus, reveling in the fresh air and trying to comfort my wounded pride. I seemed to do that a lot lately. Adam was a persistent nag on my lifestyle. He knew how to shake things up and fluster me.
But, changing weather was so pleasant I wasn’t too put out by the prospect of a future battle on my freedom from Adam’s presence. I could try again later. I was nothing if not persistent.
“Jenna?” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and noticed a stranger standing a few meters in front of me. I’d never seen him before.
“Can I help you?” I questioned coming to a stop, Adam right behind me.
“You’re Jenna Matheson?” He questioned quietly, his eyes hooded under a baseball cap, tufts of brown hair poking out the sides.
“Yes? Do I know you?” I felt Adam’s presence behind me, his breathing close enough to distinguish from the other sounds around me. He was standing very close.
The man standing across from me chuckled, in a dark tone. “I don’t believe we’ve ever had the pleasure of being introduced Jenna. However, I did know your father. He was a friend of mine.”
Adam grabbed my arm, “We need to move Jenna,” He urged whispering in my ear.
“I’m not sure I understanding,” I confessed, ignoring Adam’s urging. He was tugging rather forcefully on my arm.
The man lifted his head, his chestnut eyes glistening in the sunlight, a sinister smile was on his face. Warning bells were signaling in my head. But curiosity was getting better of me. He knew my father, I had to at least hear him out.
“Yes indeed I knew your father. He was great man. However, he left many loose ends at our facility,” he emphasized the word, “before he died. I’m merely here to collect what is needed to complete the project.”
Now I was really confused. “What does that have to do with me? I didn’t know what my father did for a living.”
“Jenna we really need to move,” Adam whispered again, pulling harder, “He’s not a good guy.”
The man laughed, “Ah Adam, still playing the hero eh? Well, I always knew you were the fool.”
Adam stiffened shooting a glare at the man, “I won’t let you touch her Derrick,” He warned, his voice like steel, “And I’m not fool. I see the reality of the situation. You’re deluded by arrogance and selfishness. It will never work.”
Derrick narrowed his eyes, “Oh believe me I’ve seen power that can be generated. Now we just need the girl to bring things into fruition.”
“What does this have to do with me?” I questioned again interjecting my presence between the stiff glares that were shooting from both men.
The man laughed again, “Oh it has everything to do with you my dear little one. Just be patient pet, you won’t suffer for long.”
I took a step back. The word “suffer” sending me into panic mode. Adam’s grip tightened on me and we started to retreat.
“When I say run you run alright?” Adam whispered in my ear. I almost nodded but didn’t want to give anything away. Things were spiraling into the strange territory.
“You will not touch her. I swear it,” Adam ground out, pushing himself in front of me. “I won’t let you.”
“Oh do you really think I wasn’t prepared for you? Please Adam! Give me some credit. I’m rather smart in my old age you know.”
“Jenna run,” Adam muttered. “Now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I hastily spun on my heel and started to dart away, my heart pounding in my ears. But, I skidded to a halt as three men walked out into the street blocking my retreat.
We were surrounded.
Quickly I retreated back towards Adam, grabbing his sleeve. His hand sought mine, clasping it tightly. My heart was hammering.
“Things could get messy Adam. It’s best to hand her over. No muss no fuss.”
Adam barked a laugh, “Sorry, I made a promise that I intend to keep.”
“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” Derrick replied, the smile dying. His eyes hardened, “Take him out, but don’t hurt the girl.”
Adam pushed himself closer to me, “Just hold on alright? I’m going to do something strange. Don’t panic.”
I didn’t have time to nod me head before a strange buzzing noise engulfed me, making my ears ring. Colors started blending, the men’s faces melting into a swirl. I was getting dizzy.
“Stop him!” Derrick’s voice was coming as an echo, “Shoot!”
I heard a loud bang and Adam groaned, his grip becoming painfully tight on my arm.
“Just keep holding on Jenna,” He shouted over the roar. The men’s faces were coming into clearer focus. I pushed myself closer to Adam’s frame, unsure of what was going on but terrified of what the men would do to me.
With a yell of anger, the air around Adam intensified in electrical charges. The men’s faces melted away, air rushing at a higher speed, becoming almost painful. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the men to grab me.
My consciousness began to fade, my grip still firm on Adam’s arm.
I smacked into a hard surface, bringing my sense back to the present. Letting out a moan, I opened my eyes slowly. I was staring at a blue sky. The world was still shaking, but I noticed lazy white clouds floating slowly across the panorama I was observing.
“Jenna?” Adam’s voice murmured, near me. I let out a sigh of relief.
I sat up hastily, the world tilted and I fell back again, my breath coming out in a puff.
“Adam?” I whispered, my voice as shaky as my vision, “what happened,”
“Just lie still for a moment,” he replied, “just wait for the spinning to subside.”
“What exactly happened?” I questioned again. He was avoiding answering. I turned my head towards his voice.
Adam was laying next to me his eyes closed, a grimace on his face, “It’s-it’s hard to explain Jenna.” He grabbed his shoulder and hoisted himself into a sitting position. I slowly did the same, my vision swimming only momentarily.
“Well perhaps you should explain then because this doesn’t look like New York to me,” I remarked gazing around. It was warmer and greener and brighter.
“It’s not,” Adam replied shortly, “We’re in France.”
“Excuse me?” I questioned, “What do you mean France?”
“I mean exactly what I said,” Adam looked over at me, clearly haggard, “We’re in France.”
Now I was confused. How was that possible?
“I don’t get it. Is this a joke?”
“Why would I joke about this?” Adam was getting exasperated, “I’m perfectly serious.”
“Because it’s not possible,” I remarked, my voice raising an octave, “You can simply transport to a different country! That…that doesn’t make sense. It’s illogical and improbable.”
Adam tried to stand, “Do you remember anything that your parents ever spoke of? About time travel?” With a groan he slumped back down his grip tightening on his shoulder.
“What happened to you?” I queried concerned, “Did you get hurt?”
“It’s alright Jenna. I’ll be fine,” he remarked removing his hand momentarily. A sticky red splotch dotted his shirt. My eyes widened.
“You were shot!” I scooted closer to him, grabbing his shoulder. Adam let out a hiss, “sorry,” I remarked chagrined, “let me look.”
Gently I looked at the wound. The bullet had torn a jagged hole through Adam shirt, bloody oozed lazily from the wound. It looked painful.
“What can I do?” I asked concerned, “We need to get you some help.”
Adam chuckled, “I’ll be alright trust me Jenna. Don’t worry.”
“What do you mean don’t worry? You were shot, we need to take you to the hospital!”
I hoisted myself to my feet, gazing around for signs of a road. Wherever we were, we could hail a cab or flag a driver. Or….something.
“Easy Jenna, just relax. I’m already feeling better,” Adam soothed, trying to pull me back down, “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. Just enjoy the scenery while we talk.”
I thought the clock design on this one was interesting
I think this one might be my favorite. 
I really like this one though
This was the first mock cover that was made for me. I like it a lot.Things are finally starting to get interesting in my novel. The pieces are falling into place nicely and I can actually see the complete plot connecting to one another. It's wonderful. I feel like I've really reached a turning point in my writing so far. At least where the plot development is concerned. I know there's still a lot to do, but hey at least I'm making progress right?
As always I hope you enjoy my writing and will leave a lovely comment. Let me your opinion about the plot, writing style, anything really! Enjoy!
“Are you proposing m’dear?” Adam asked in a teasing tone.
“Hardly,” I replied drily. “Can I just go now?”
“Would you care to come to the car then?” Adam questioned, a smile on his face.
I shook my head, “No thanks. I’d rather walk today. It’s so nice. Feel free to take a day off.”
I doubted he’d take my advice.
Adam laughed lightly, “Right. That’s exactly what I’ll do. Leave you alone to fend for yourself.” There was a light tone in his voice but his eyes were hardened.
I was confused by his conflicting actions but determined that it was merely Adam being his normal strange self. Choosing to ignore his request I turn back towards the car I continued on towards campus, reveling in the fresh air and trying to comfort my wounded pride. I seemed to do that a lot lately. Adam was a persistent nag on my lifestyle. He knew how to shake things up and fluster me.
But, changing weather was so pleasant I wasn’t too put out by the prospect of a future battle on my freedom from Adam’s presence. I could try again later. I was nothing if not persistent.
“Jenna?” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and noticed a stranger standing a few meters in front of me. I’d never seen him before.
“Can I help you?” I questioned coming to a stop, Adam right behind me.
“You’re Jenna Matheson?” He questioned quietly, his eyes hooded under a baseball cap, tufts of brown hair poking out the sides.
“Yes? Do I know you?” I felt Adam’s presence behind me, his breathing close enough to distinguish from the other sounds around me. He was standing very close.
The man standing across from me chuckled, in a dark tone. “I don’t believe we’ve ever had the pleasure of being introduced Jenna. However, I did know your father. He was a friend of mine.”
Adam grabbed my arm, “We need to move Jenna,” He urged whispering in my ear.
“I’m not sure I understanding,” I confessed, ignoring Adam’s urging. He was tugging rather forcefully on my arm.
The man lifted his head, his chestnut eyes glistening in the sunlight, a sinister smile was on his face. Warning bells were signaling in my head. But curiosity was getting better of me. He knew my father, I had to at least hear him out.
“Yes indeed I knew your father. He was great man. However, he left many loose ends at our facility,” he emphasized the word, “before he died. I’m merely here to collect what is needed to complete the project.”
Now I was really confused. “What does that have to do with me? I didn’t know what my father did for a living.”
“Jenna we really need to move,” Adam whispered again, pulling harder, “He’s not a good guy.”
The man laughed, “Ah Adam, still playing the hero eh? Well, I always knew you were the fool.”
Adam stiffened shooting a glare at the man, “I won’t let you touch her Derrick,” He warned, his voice like steel, “And I’m not fool. I see the reality of the situation. You’re deluded by arrogance and selfishness. It will never work.”
Derrick narrowed his eyes, “Oh believe me I’ve seen power that can be generated. Now we just need the girl to bring things into fruition.”
“What does this have to do with me?” I questioned again interjecting my presence between the stiff glares that were shooting from both men.
The man laughed again, “Oh it has everything to do with you my dear little one. Just be patient pet, you won’t suffer for long.”
I took a step back. The word “suffer” sending me into panic mode. Adam’s grip tightened on me and we started to retreat.
“When I say run you run alright?” Adam whispered in my ear. I almost nodded but didn’t want to give anything away. Things were spiraling into the strange territory.
“You will not touch her. I swear it,” Adam ground out, pushing himself in front of me. “I won’t let you.”
“Oh do you really think I wasn’t prepared for you? Please Adam! Give me some credit. I’m rather smart in my old age you know.”
“Jenna run,” Adam muttered. “Now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I hastily spun on my heel and started to dart away, my heart pounding in my ears. But, I skidded to a halt as three men walked out into the street blocking my retreat.
We were surrounded.
Quickly I retreated back towards Adam, grabbing his sleeve. His hand sought mine, clasping it tightly. My heart was hammering.
“Things could get messy Adam. It’s best to hand her over. No muss no fuss.”
Adam barked a laugh, “Sorry, I made a promise that I intend to keep.”
“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” Derrick replied, the smile dying. His eyes hardened, “Take him out, but don’t hurt the girl.”
Adam pushed himself closer to me, “Just hold on alright? I’m going to do something strange. Don’t panic.”
I didn’t have time to nod me head before a strange buzzing noise engulfed me, making my ears ring. Colors started blending, the men’s faces melting into a swirl. I was getting dizzy.
“Stop him!” Derrick’s voice was coming as an echo, “Shoot!”
I heard a loud bang and Adam groaned, his grip becoming painfully tight on my arm.
“Just keep holding on Jenna,” He shouted over the roar. The men’s faces were coming into clearer focus. I pushed myself closer to Adam’s frame, unsure of what was going on but terrified of what the men would do to me.
With a yell of anger, the air around Adam intensified in electrical charges. The men’s faces melted away, air rushing at a higher speed, becoming almost painful. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the men to grab me.
My consciousness began to fade, my grip still firm on Adam’s arm.
I smacked into a hard surface, bringing my sense back to the present. Letting out a moan, I opened my eyes slowly. I was staring at a blue sky. The world was still shaking, but I noticed lazy white clouds floating slowly across the panorama I was observing.
“Jenna?” Adam’s voice murmured, near me. I let out a sigh of relief.
I sat up hastily, the world tilted and I fell back again, my breath coming out in a puff.
“Adam?” I whispered, my voice as shaky as my vision, “what happened,”
“Just lie still for a moment,” he replied, “just wait for the spinning to subside.”
“What exactly happened?” I questioned again. He was avoiding answering. I turned my head towards his voice.
Adam was laying next to me his eyes closed, a grimace on his face, “It’s-it’s hard to explain Jenna.” He grabbed his shoulder and hoisted himself into a sitting position. I slowly did the same, my vision swimming only momentarily.
“Well perhaps you should explain then because this doesn’t look like New York to me,” I remarked gazing around. It was warmer and greener and brighter.
“It’s not,” Adam replied shortly, “We’re in France.”
“Excuse me?” I questioned, “What do you mean France?”
“I mean exactly what I said,” Adam looked over at me, clearly haggard, “We’re in France.”
Now I was confused. How was that possible?
“I don’t get it. Is this a joke?”
“Why would I joke about this?” Adam was getting exasperated, “I’m perfectly serious.”
“Because it’s not possible,” I remarked, my voice raising an octave, “You can simply transport to a different country! That…that doesn’t make sense. It’s illogical and improbable.”
Adam tried to stand, “Do you remember anything that your parents ever spoke of? About time travel?” With a groan he slumped back down his grip tightening on his shoulder.
“What happened to you?” I queried concerned, “Did you get hurt?”
“It’s alright Jenna. I’ll be fine,” he remarked removing his hand momentarily. A sticky red splotch dotted his shirt. My eyes widened.
“You were shot!” I scooted closer to him, grabbing his shoulder. Adam let out a hiss, “sorry,” I remarked chagrined, “let me look.”
Gently I looked at the wound. The bullet had torn a jagged hole through Adam shirt, bloody oozed lazily from the wound. It looked painful.
“What can I do?” I asked concerned, “We need to get you some help.”
Adam chuckled, “I’ll be alright trust me Jenna. Don’t worry.”
“What do you mean don’t worry? You were shot, we need to take you to the hospital!”
I hoisted myself to my feet, gazing around for signs of a road. Wherever we were, we could hail a cab or flag a driver. Or….something.
“Easy Jenna, just relax. I’m already feeling better,” Adam soothed, trying to pull me back down, “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. Just enjoy the scenery while we talk.”
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