Something new is coming. My first young adult book, Cherish, is about to come on the scene.
From the back cover:
Cherish can’t be my name. It doesn’t sound right. But who am I? I should have listened better to that mini-psych course in middle school. I’ve heard of bi-polar and multiple personalities. I think. Is this the way people go crazy?
Kayla shouldn’t have taken that strange girl’s hand, because that’s when everything changed.
And, wasn’t it the twenty-first century? What’s with the date, October, 1946? That can’t be right. It’s the same school, sort of. The same town, but different.
But, if she is Cherish, how about the date on that tombstone? If she doesn’t find a way back to her own body, in her own time…,
Kayla will die in a few days.