Title: WAITING FOR APRIL
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 102,000
Twenty-one-year-old Harvard Law student, April Fletcher, is unaware she is living her fifteenth life.
April doesn’t know she has never survived to see her twenty-second birthday, nor does she realize that Scott Parker, her best friend, is actually her childhood sweetheart and fiancé from her very first life. Sadly, April is also oblivious to the fact that whenever she dies, Scott is rendered immortal until she returns to him in her next life and confesses her love.
Scott Parker knows. He also knows that this time, things have changed. April has denied her feelings for him, is dating someone else, and with her twenty-second birthday fast approaching, their friendship is falling apart. Scott fears that this may be his last chance to win her heart and save her life.
Unfortunately, what Scott Parker doesn’t know is that April's deaths aren't accidental. There is someone else out there whose immortality is dependent on his soul mate's death.
And that person is dead set on living forever.
If I could sleep, I’d dream it was 1729 again, and I’d save April Anne Fletcher. Perhaps if I’d saved her that day, I wouldn’t have had to watch her die another thirteen times since.
But there was no going back. No way to change the past. All I had was the future, and the determination not to lose her again. So while others slept, I searched for answers, and each morning I stood in the hallway of Harvard’s Quincy House waiting to discover if the love of my life was still alive. But this morning – the first day of our summer vacation – there was no light spilling out from under her door, nor had she answered when I’d knocked.
My blood ran cold. I twisted her spare key in the knob and pushed the door open to reveal a lifeless room. Her jacket lay on the end of her bed, which was still made. In fact, it appeared nothing had been touched since I’d been here last night. I gripped the doorknob tight.
I checked my cell phone as I raced down four flights of stairs and into the courtyard. No text messages. No calls. My chest tightened.
I’d only just scrolled to her number when something slammed into my back. I stumbled forward as April wrapped one arm around my neck, and her legs around my waist.
I let out a silent sigh of relief, the crippling tension in my muscles dissipating. “You’re late.”