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I am currently working on the sequel. Actually, it wasn´t my intention to write a sequel. I just wanted to write a book about a girl who couldn´t accept herself. Honestly, I didn´t even think of publishing it. But after getting positive feedbacks, I told myself that I should try it.

And now, I´m working on the sequel and I love it so far! I love visiting Selena´s and Keenan´s world so much.

I wish I could write every day but school doesn´t let me. My final exams are just around the corner and they are really, really important. After these final exams I will be finish with the school. Yay!

So, I try to learn and write at the same time, even though I want to write the whole time. Writing is way more interesting than learning absolute probability. Ugh, I hate math!

Anyway, I will leave you with a little teaser from UnM2 (I still don´t have a title, so I will go with Under the Moon 2)

Enjoy! :)

Selena was lying in my arms, her back pressed against my chest. Her body was warmth and soft against mine, and I snuggled my face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent of flowers. With each breath, her chest was falling and rising in rhythmic moves, telling me she was still asleep.
I loved waking up with her in my arms.
I loved watching her sleep.
And I was the happiest and luckiest man in the world.
Selena has given me the best gift on earth: her love.

She had the kind of loved that captured your heart fully, taking power over you and your soul only just to leave her marks on your heart and soul. If you tried to walk away from Selena, you weren’t able to forget her ever. She branded herself forever in your life. 



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Happy Reading! :)

Rose xx



Here is prologue of Under the moon!!!

Enjoy :)


“Mom!” I called, buttoning up my coat. “We’re going!”
She came out from the kitchen, a towel between her hands.
“Dad, are you ready?” I asked him.
He was leaning against the wall, raising one brow. “I was ready fifteen minutes ago,” he said dryly.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m a woman, Dad. We need more time.”
His brow arched higher. “Woman?”
I nodded, raising my chin. “Yes, I’m nineteen. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
He laughed and took me in his arms. I inhaled his familiar scent. “You will always be my little princess.”
I could feel his love, warming my soul. “OK. Enough touching moments,” I replied, and withdrew.
Mom watched us with a warm smile on her face.
“We will be back tomorrow,” I said to her as I took her in my arms. 
“Just be careful, Selena,” she said, and kissed my forehead.
“We will,” I assured her.
Dad kissed Mom on the lips and whispered something in her ear, but I couldn’t hear it.
I loved the relationship my parents had. It was passionate and full of love. My mom was a woman with temper, and my dad always knew how to smooth her over. He was the only one who knew how to handle my mother.
“Come one, lovebirds,” I said, opening the door. “Aunt Sherry is waiting.”
Dad kissed Mom one last time on the lips before following me out to the car. It was mid-November and the temperatures were freezing. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and waved at Mom.
“Be careful!” she said again, worry written all over her face.
“Yes, Mom,” I replied. “Go back inside. It’s freezing.”
She hesitated before she said that she loved us and closed the door. I turned toward my Dad.
“Dad, can I drive?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes.
He looked at me. “I don’t know, Sel. It’s dark and I’m sure the streets are frozen up.”
“Please, Dad,” I begged him. “I’ve had my driver’s license for almost a year now. And you know I drive slowly. I will be careful. I promise.”
He let out a sigh and threw me the keys. “OK,” he surrendered.
“You’re the best,” I said, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Dad laughed softly. “Let’s drive or your aunt will kill me.”
Aunt Sherry was coming for Christmas so we could celebrate together. Since she didn’t have a car, it was upon us to fetch her. I loved Aunt Sherry. She was Dad’s younger sister and she was always smiling, really. I didn’t know how she did it, but Aunt Sherry was always full of positive energy and love of life.
We got in the car and I started the engine. Shifting into the first gear, I pulled the car onto the street and slowly began to accelerate.
“Dad,” I said after a while. “When can I buy a car?”
He pushed his seat back and tried to stretch out his long legs. “Why do you want a car?” he asked, instead of answering.
I sighed. “Everyone at school has a car, Dad.”
“You aren’t everyone.”
“But I want to be.”
I saw him shaking his head from the corner of my eyes.
“A car is more expansive than you think, honey,” he said softly.
I glanced briefly at him. “Then I’ll find a job and work hard so I can save the money.”
“But you need to concentrate on your final exams,” he interjected sternly.
“I don’t have to work every day. I can work on the weekends.”
Dad pressed his lips together. “I don’t know, Selena. Truthfully, I don’t want you to have a car.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
I felt his eyes on me. “It’s safer if you take the bus.”
“Oh, come on, Dad!” I groaned, becoming irritated. “How’s a bus safer than a car?”
“Well, it’s safer because the driver has more experience in driving than you do.”
“I need to drive to gain experience, Dad. I can’t get better if I don’t practice,” I explained to him.
Sometimes my dad could be really stressful and stubborn. I got my stubbornness from him.
“You can learn when you’re driving with me,” Dad said simply.
And suddenly I understood. I gripped the steering wheel, gritting my teeth.
“You don’t trust me,” I said frankly. “You don’t trust that I could learn it on my own.”
“No, Selena,” Dad replied, shaking his head. “That’s not the reason. I do trust you.”
“No, you don’t,” I intended.
“Selena, sweetheart, you know I trust you,” Dad said, his voice strong and without artifice. “But you’re my little girl, and well, getting your own car is a step towards your independence. And though I want you to be independent, a part of me doesn’t want it.”
My anger melted at his words like ice under the sun. “I understand, Dad. But put yourself in my shoes.”
“Let’s talk about it later, Sel. I’m tired, and you know your mother has to agree, too.”
I scoffed. “I’m sure she’s against it.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said absently.
“You’re driving too fast, Selena. Slow down,” Dad ordered, his eyes on the speedometer.
“Chill out, Dad,” I reassured him, picking up the pace. “Let me overtake this truck.”
“No, Selena. Slow down. These streets are dangerous.”
“This is proof that you don’t trust me!” I called out, looking at him angrily. His eyes darted to the street.
NO!” Dad suddenly screamed, grabbing the steering wheel. Wincing, I looked back at the street, seeing headlights coming closer.
I stepped on the brakes, but it was already too late. The car didn’t stop. It slithered over the frozen street.
And with a deafening noise, the cars collided.
I heard something loud as I was thrown forward. My breath was knocked out of my lungs and a sudden pain in my head clouded my vision.
Glass shattered around me.
A loud groan of metal filled my ears.
Shards of glasses stabbed into my skin, my eyelids. Just everywhere.
My last memory was the horrible pain as a piece of metal dug itself deep into my stomach.
Then nothing.
It was the only word that crossed my mind when I opened my eyes. Blurry white lights stung my eyes and I quickly shut them again.
My body felt torn. I didn’t know if I had arms or legs. I wanted to move them, but I didn’t feel them. I wanted to breathe, but I couldn’t open my mouth. Everything around me was in a haze, a grey dust weighing heavily on my body.
My eyelids were too heavy to lift, so I let the darkness surround me again.
There was someone beside me, calling my name. Her voice was soft, but edged with fear and tears.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
I’m trying, I wanted to say, but there was something in my throat. Taking all my strength, I forced my eyes to open up to the world.
“Try it, Selena,” the voice encouraged me. “I know you can do it.”
Blinking, my eyelids finally decided to obey me and I stared at the blurry white light again until a shadow hovered over me.
“Show me your beautiful eyes, honey.”
I knew that voice. It belonged to my Aunt Sherry. But what was Aunt Sherry doing here? The important question was, where I was? I couldn’t remember anything. My head was numb and heavy like a stone.
“Selena,” Aunt Sherry said again.
Slowly, my vision cleared, the haze sliding away, opening me up to the truth. I darted my eyes around, taking in the blue walls, the machines, and a man in a white coat standing next to my bed.
“Selena, can you hear me?” he asked me with a soft voice.
I nodded my head, each movement pure torture for me.
“Do you remember what happened?”
I wanted to ask him where I was, but suddenly all the pieces clicked together in my head.
I was in the hospital, lying on a bed. I still couldn’t feel my limbs nor take a deep breath. I moved my lips, forming unspoken words. My throat felt dry and the fact that I couldn’t speak or move gave me the creeps.
My heartbeat started to increase and the constant sound of one of the machines began to get louder and faster.
“Calm down, Selena,” Aunt Sherry said. “You’re safe.”
“You have a tube in your throat, Selena. It supports your breathing.”
What happened? What happened? What happened? That was the only question I wanted answers to.
“Your lungs are getting stronger every day, but I’d like to let the tube support you for one more day. Your heartbeat is strong and steady. You have been given morphine so you won’t feel any pain. But as soon as you’re out of the ICU, you’ll be able to breathe on your own and feel your body again.”
My head worked slowly, trying to catch every word he said. It took my brain cells too long to put the information together and gain any sense.
“Sleep now,” the doctor said gently. “Tomorrow is a big day.”
The tube was out. I was stationed in a normal room and began to feel my arms and legs again.
And the pain.
The pain was sizzling, blazing, and cutting through my body like a hot knife. My arms and my right leg were bandaged, as well as my face. My head still felt like a thick stone was sitting in there instead of my brain. My voice was hoarse, and my lips were so dry that they felt like sandpaper.
And I remembered what had happened.
Car accident. Dad. The pain.
The pictures were just fragments flashing through my inner eyes, but I was able to put them together.
“Where’s Dad?” I croaked out, looking at Aunt Sherry.
She was sitting on the chair beside me. I hadn’t seen my mom or my brothers yet.
“Where’s Mom?” I asked.
Aunt Sherry took a deep breath. Her face was pale, her red-rimmed eyes screaming for sleep. Fresh tears filled her eyes when I mentioned Dad.
“Is he still in the ICU?” I asked further.
She shook her head as my mom entered the room. My gaze fell on my mom. She looked just like Aunt Sherry.
“Mom, where’s Dad?” I questioned, getting anxious. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, panic wrapping its icy arms around my body.
She walked to the other side of my bed and took my hand. She kissed each of my fingers as silent tears streamed down her face.
“Selena,” she said quietly.
The moment her eyes met mine, I knew I was wrong. My mom wasn’t devastated.
My mom was ruined. I could see her broken soul behind her eyes. And that was a moment I would never ever forget. It was one of those moments that burned themselves in your mind with or without your permission.
I knew my dad was dead before the words left her trembling lips.
“Selena, your father is dead,” Mom whispered hoarsely.
It was like I was crashing against the other car again. Her words pulled the rug out from under my feet. Everything around me slowed down. Time stopped.
Grief was a tornado. It was invisible at first, awakening in your heart like a lurking animal. Then slowly it gained power, encircling your heart. It funneled through your heart, leaving its poison everywhere. Then spinning, it cracked, smashed, tore, and broke your heart into so many pieces that you never could put the pieces back into their old shape. Leaving the broken pieces behind, grief ruined your soul.
The only difference between a tornado and grief was the duration. Tornados lasted minutes, but grief … grief lasted forever.
“No,” I mouthed, shaking my head.
My dad was dead, gone forever.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Mom said, and grief poured out of her in the form of tears and sobs.
I stared at her, knowing I was ruined, too. All of the broken pieces of my heart were lying on the ground, engulfed by guilt.
I stared at myself in the mirror of the bathroom.
Mom’s sobs sounded muffled behind the closed door. She hadn’t stopped crying since she’d told me that Dad was gone. And then I learned that two people in the other car died, too. 
I couldn’t take it any longer. Knowing that I caused the car accident, Dad’s death, Mom’s pain, and the death of two innocent people, I needed to get out. Since Aunt Sherry didn’t allow me to go out by myself, I locked myself in the bathroom.
I took a deep breath as I met my eyes in the mirror. My head and my face were still bandaged, and I knew that I didn’t have hair anymore. Without thinking, I turned from the mirror and I started to unravel the long layer of gauze from my face. Round and round, I unraveled the bandages until I pulled the last one free.
My heart hammered against my chest and blood rushed to my ears. I was afraid. I was so afraid of what would I see.
But I needed to face myself.
Slowly, I turned around until I was standing in front of the mirror.
Two faces were staring at me.
I registered my shocked face at first, the wide eyes and the slightly open mouth. Then I saw my own face, only it wasn’t really my face anymore.
The right side of my head was completely bald with a huge lump on the right side of my head. The left side of my face was swollen and a huge cut made its way from the left corner of my mouth to my hairline. My mouth was warped. The left corner of my mouth was tugged upward, looking like a bad attempt at smiling. My left eyelid hung slightly over my eye, so my left eye looked smaller than my right one.
I was disfigured.
And I’ve deserved it.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my trance. The door was pushed open slowly, and Aunt Sherry entered the room.
“Selena!” she cried out the moment she saw me. “What did you d–"
The words died on her tongue as I turned my head toward her. She sucked in a sharp breath, and for a moment, she was speechless.
I smiled sadly at her. “I have always feared death. But now that I’m here, death seems to be a luxury.”
My words brought my aunt out of her shock. Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head.
“Don’t say things like that, Selena.” She took me in her arms, pressing me firmly against herself. “Everything will be okay. Everything will be alright.”
How could everything okay when I killed my father and two other innocent people?

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