Author Erica Cope

I woke up this morning and checked Facebook over breakfast and guess what?! 200 "likes"! It's time for another sneak peek! This scene is actually part of the dream I had that inspired me to write LARK.   I'm so absorbed in my own thoughts that I take the next corner too quickly and lose control of my car. Suddenly, we are swerving wildly and sliding all over the steep hill. I hear screaming and realize a moment later that the frantic cries are my own. I struggle with the wheel, desperately trying to regain control of the car as we hurtle straight toward a telephone pole. My attempts to steer fail entirely and we crash. We crash hard. I hear a horrific shattering of glass right before the airbags deploy. It takes me a second to catch my breath before I realize I'm alone inside the car. I look through the shattered windshield and see a dark mass laying about ten feet away from my car. B rian, shivering so much from walking in the cold, must have forgotten ...