After the strangest summer of their lives, Nate and Larissa prepare to face their biggest challenge yet: High school.
With jocks that seem intent on making Nate’s life miserable, the reappearance of the mysterious green-haired shifter (now with new and improved blue hair), and Charlie, the new girl, who affects Nate in the weirdest way, it’s shaping up to be a doozy!
Greendale High isn't the only place in turmoil; Panteria is dying and only the Pantera twins can save it. Will Nate to return to the world that he has sworn to hate before it’s too late?
L. M. Davis loves great storytelling. She needs nothing more than a good book and a comfy chair to be happy. She was born in the south, raised in the north, and has several English degrees under her belt. She currently lives in Atlanta and is contemplating getting a cat. It will probably be black. The first two books of her Shifters Novel series, Interlopers and Posers, are available now.
Charlie is the last of the characters that really makes her intro in Posers. Again, we meet her briefly in Interlopers, but we really get to know her in Posers.
Charlie is a weird set of contradictions. She is both friendly and sweet, but also timid and easily cowed.
Of all of my characters, Charlie is the one that I worry about the most--if that doesn't sound too strange. But, once you get to know her mother, Blanche, you'll understand why.
The unhappy girl looked at the small white
contact case that the older woman had placed in front of her just
moments before. She picked up the case and twisted off one of
the tops. Inside was a blue colored contact. She took
out the small, colored lens, holding it gingerly on the tip of her
Charlie looked at the mirror that was across the
room hanging over her dresser. A dark haired, ghostly,
woeful, green-eyed visage stared back at her from inside the
“Do not make faces,” Blanche said archly,
meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Just do as I
Charlie could feel the woman’s growing
impatience. It filled the room with a slight heat.
Relaxing her face, Charlie glanced apologetically at her mother
before looking again at the contact on her finger.
“I like the color of my eyes,” she
muttered under her breath unable to stifle the words, even knowing
the consequences if her mother overheard them. At the sharp
intake of breath from behind her, Charlie realized that the woman
“What did you say?” Her mother’s
unnaturally deep, gravelly voice became, instantly, a hiss of rage,
and Charlie knew what was coming next. She did not even try
to offer an excuse. Past experience had taught her that
silence was better when her mother was in one of her moods.
Instead, she braced herself, physically and mentally, for the
barrage to come. “You ungrateful little…” Blanche trailed
off. “This is for you! All for you!”