Excerpt of Sebastian by Dana Pratola

He couldn’t say there were fireworks. There was heat, and light, but instead of quick bursts of energy and color, there was one long, white hot blaze.

This was bad. This was so bad. As his lips pressed more firmly onto hers, as hers softened beneath his, his mind tumbled through time and space. And though he’d never felt anything like this, ever, it felt familiar, right. Even in these bizarre circumstances, he knew he was right where he was supposed to be.

He recognized the white flare for what it was—his own emotion. An emergency flare. Not to signal the forces of nature to run to his rescue and prevent disaster, just a marker so they’d know where to find the wreckage of his former life. Was it insane to believe that this single kiss had changed the course of his life? Because he believed it. Knew it.