With All My Soul by Rachel Vincent, the seventh and final book in the Soul Screamers series from Harlequin TEEN, is available tomorrow! Bean sidhe Kaylee Cavanaugh sure has faced a lot of battles over the course of the series–including facing off with Sabine, a girl with the power of nightmares. What could Sabine do to Kaylee? Well, here’s Sabine to tell you how she goes about getting the boy of her dreams (who just happened to be Kaylee’s boyfriend!)…
That is a seriously stupid question. First of all, the phrasing is problematic, especially for a mara—the living incarnation of a nightmare. I’ve been the girl of many people’s dreams. Four or five a week, at least. Often more. But none of them want to “get” me. Unless, by “get” you mean drive away, never to return.
As is the case with claiming anything you want, the first step is to set your eyes on the prize. Then state your intent, clearly, leaving no room for misinterpretation. For instance, when I started school at Eastlake with the express intent of resuming my relationship with Nash and driving off all who threatened our blissful-yet-white-hot unity, I began by telling Kaylee exactly what I had in mind. It wouldn’t have been fair to take her boyfriend without officially declaring war.
Once you’ve stated your intent, anything goes. If you ever start to wonder whether or not you’ve gone to far, just chant the jilted lover’s mantra—“All’s Fair In Love And War.” I write it on nearly every sheet of paper that passes beneath my pen, and I’m considering a small, tasteful tattoo.
In the end, no matter what approach you take, the key is perseverance. If you can’t chase your opponent off, scare her off. If you can’t scare her, outwit her. If you can’t outwit her, outlast her. The winner is always the last one standing, and everyone has to sleep eventually.
When she falls asleep, seize your moment, and if you’re able, seize her dreams. Reduce her into a sniveling mass of tears and snot, red-faced, slobbering, and about as attractive as a bulldog with a sinus infection. Then step in front of her so that you are the only thing he sees. The only thing that matters.
Now that you’ve caught his eye, all you have to do is keep him interested, and if you can’t figure that part out on your own, then I’ve been wasting my time.
Wasting my time makes me angry, and anger makes me hungry. You see where I’m going with this, right?
I’ll give you a five-second head start.