Title: The Reborn(The Book of Dain)
by: Casse Narome
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release date: 3/21/13 from Bayou Brew Publishing
Dain has lived a total of ninety-nine different lifetimes and in every single one, he has loved the same girl.
Their past is marred by ill-fated romance and almost encounters.
Evil forces have conspired to keep the two of them a part and it seems to have succeeded ...
Tara is gone, and in her place stands Bonnie, the complete opposite of Tara.
Is Dain's shot at love over or has he lived all these lives because he has loved the wrong girl all along?
A hundred chances at love…and it comes down to only one.
We sat across from each other at a small, round, wooden table in the crowded restaurant where Tara had insisted on eating. It seemed swanky with its beige table clothes and polished silverware, and we’d had to drive a few miles to reach it. The occupants of the tables around us were largely wealthy looking Latinos and people of Afro-Caribbean decent. The restaurant felt more crowded than it actually was because the tables had been pressed together to form a clearing where a few couples danced. Tara tapped her fingers against the table rhythmically to the beat of a heavily Caribbean infused song. An awkward silence spread between us. I thought she was crazy, and she was obviously aware of the fact. That caused a bit of discomfort, I guess. The idea that she found my suspicion amusing made me even more convinced that she was an insane asylum escapee.
"You are being unusually quiet," I said, leaning across the table and placing my hand on top of hers, effectively stopping the tapping.
She looked at me with a challenge in her eyes. "How would you know," she paused dramatically, "Dylan?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. Don't start with that reincarnation crap."
Her eyes narrowed. She looked dangerous. "Crap? Really? You can call what we shared crap? That’s just insensitive."
"Tara, I don't remember. This all sounds far-fetched to me." I softened my voice as I tried to calm her. If she was dangerous, I didn’t want to upset her before I got the hell away from her.
She nodded. "Fine. Why am I here with you? Why did you even ask me to come if this is all crap to you?"
I shrugged. Why had I asked her? The truth was that I wanted to be around her. Crazy or not, I needed to get to know her. I couldn’t explain it, so instead, I lied. “I was hungry and thought you might be too.”
“Huh. Well, let’s order and eat so I can get the hell out of here.” Her voice dripped with annoyance.
“Tara, can’t we just get to know each other?”
She shot daggers at me with her eyes. “I already know you.”
“It is no orphanage. Dylan, we have to get her out.”
The weight of his conviction and terror hung heavy in the air and pressed down on me.
“Let’s go.” I turned to toss my dinner bag on the porch.
Suddenly the front door swung open and my dad’s glazed, and blood shot eyes glowered down at me. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
I felt Marco stiffen at my side. “Your dad?”
I nodded. “Yup, my dad.”
I sighed heavily. I did not have time for him to kick my butt tonight.
“Can we take him? I think we can take him.” Marco’s voice was tight as I saw his muscles coiling as his entire body tensed.
I shifted my gaze from Dad to look at Marco and glared at him like he was insane.
“Dude, he’s my dad.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but it looks to me like you’re the only one who cares about that. He sure as hell doesn’t.”
And as if right on cue, I felt my dad’s fist hit the side of my face closest to him. I stumbled back, off balance from the blow.
“I so don’t have time for this tonight,” I mumbled.
“Agreed.” Marco took a step toward my dad, and for the first time, Dad seemed to notice that there was another guy with me. His eyes widened with obvious fear.
I regained my footing and raced toward them before I threw myself into Dad. My body weight and the fact that he was drunk caused him to lose his balance and both of us fell to the ground. I pushed away from him quickly and got to my feet. Standing over him, but well out of his reach, I waited to see if he was going to get up.
He mumbled and flailed in a drunken rage.
When it was obvious he was too drunk to recover, much less do any more damage, I glanced at Marco. “Are you ready?”
He grinned. “I’m somewhat impressed. Maybe Bonnie didn’t do such a bad job.”
“Shut up and come on.”
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Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at
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