Here's an EXTRA SPECIAL DELETED SCENE from THE CHARGE, just for my blog followers!!!
About this deleted scene, from Sharon: "Since I was right on the border of YA and adult, I struggled to classify The Charge. In an earlier draft, I had more scenes from the perspective of adult characters, like Jack and the President. In order to shift The Charge more towards the YA classification, I decided to cut most of the scenes from the perspectives of adult characters."
Jack leaned up against the car, playing lookout so he could finally have a moment alone. He couldn’t see much of his surroundings under the new moon sky, but his other senses were working against him, making it impossible to ward off emotions he would rather not feel. Every sensation, the warm night air on his face, the frogs singing, and worst of all the dusty, sweet smell of some flower that he hadn’t smelled in over thirty years transported him back to his childhood. A lump grew in this throat and he thought he might cry without even knowing why. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried. Twenty years ago? That couldn’t be right. Perhaps if he had allowed himself to care for anything…a pet maybe, or even the fate of a sports team…he might have had reason to cry in the last twenty years. But his life was empty. Still, an empty life was the least of what he deserved.
Part of him wanted to be found. It would be relief to finally face his punishment – most likely death. He felt bad for wishing it, as he was supposed to be protecting the two kids. They surely wouldn’t hurt the boy. He was one of theirs. And the girl, she’s not important enough to kill. He still didn’t even understand why Lorelei had been so insistent that he take her. But who knows, they are savages. They will kill anyone who threatens them.
The image of his mother flooded into his mind as crisp and clear as if he had seen her yesterday – tough, tanned skin and hair bleached in defiance of her bloodline, singing out of date pop songs from her old life as she washed their clothes in the river. He could almost picture her coming through the trees beckoning him to finally join her. She would tell him she still loved him despite what he had become. A childish thing to imagine, Jack thought. The smell of that wretched flower was making him ten years old again. The rustling of the trees above increased in volume and he was surprised the kids weren’t woken by the sudden roar of wind. The air felt cooler and his skin crawled with the electric sensation that he hated. They may not have avoided the storm after all.
by Sharon Bayliss
When King of the Texas Empire kidnaps Warren's brother, Warren embarks into a still Wild West to save him. On his journey, he makes a discovery that changes his life forever—he and his brother are long-lost members of the Texas royal family and the King wants them both dead.
He gets help from an activist Texan named Lena, who's itching to take on the King and happens to be a beautiful firecracker Warren can't stay away from. Convincing her he's not one of the bad guys becomes harder when a mysterious energy stirs in his body, turning his brain into a hive of emotions and memories—not all his own.
A legacy of violence is not all he inherited from the brutal Kings of Texas. The myth that the royal family possesses supernatural powers may not be myth at all.Gone are the days when choosing a major was a big deal. Now Warren must save his brother and choose whether or not to be King, follow a King, or die before he can retire his fake ID.