{Character Profile} Cole Waverley from Dark Reflections

Name: Cole
Age: 22
Hair Color: Sun-bleached blond hair
Eye Color: Aquamarine
Closest Friends: Frank, Ben, Nikola
Girlfriend: Alana

Personality: Passionate, intelligent, judgmental

Likes:

The Ocean. Cole inherited his love of the ocean from his late father. When he moved in with his uncle, he joined every water sport he could. Anything that would get him in or on the water. And when he declared a major, he chose marine biology.

Cooking. Cole’s happiest memories are in the kitchen. Though his father couldn’t cook to save his life, their housekeeper, Florencia, taught Cole everything he needed to know about the kitchen. Yet ship’s biscuits—the one recipe his father could master—will always be Cole’s favorite.

Art. Though not an artist himself, Cole’s uncle has taught him to appreciate art. In fact, it was Alana’s oil pastels that first drew him to her. And through her art, he believes he can learn more about her.

Dislikes:

Abuse. Cole’s childhood is filled with bullying and abuse. But like hell is he going to let a girl with a split personality knock him down. He’ll fight Charissa. Fight her to his last breath, if he has too. For his sake as well as Alana’s.

Non-traditional Foods. Though he loves to cook, Cole is against experimenting in the kitchen. He cooks by the book. Even ordering a pizza, anything unusual such as pineapple, chicken, barbeque sauce is off the menu. Give him a traditional pepperoni pizza any day.

Vampires. Despite dating a psychic vampire in college, Cole is not a huge fan of the life-style or fandom. Mostly because it was all based in the mystical and magic, not science. However, Charissa’s bloodlust has colored his opinion of the species even darker than before.

Favorite Scene: “And what are we making, exactly?”

Cole smiles a real smile, which is like watching the sun rise. It’s warm and thoughtful. It’s something I rarely see. “Ship’s biscuits. It’s a recipe my father taught me.” Cole sputters a laugh. “In fact, it was the only recipe he knew how to make. It was our housekeeper, Florencia, who really taught me how to cook. But nothing could compare to baking ship’s biscuits with my dad.”

I smile at Cole’s confession. “I would cook and bake with Makuahine. My favorite treat is okoshi—which are puffed rice cookies.”

Cole raises a brow. I know I’ve been avoiding any details about my personal life with Charissa’s victims, but if Cole is opening up to me, I feel I should return the gesture. At least for today. Maybe by doing so, he’ll see me less of a monster, which may or may not be a good thing at this point. But this is the first real conversation that didn’t involve the curse words.

“Maybe we can make them sometime,” Cole presses.

Being possessed by a vampire sucks!

Alana Jones’s world has been completely turned upside-down after being bitten by a vampire’s reflection in a cursed mirror. Now she’s forced to stay in an abandoned Victorian inn on an isolated island off the west coast of Florida, where Alana lives a double life: one as herself and one as a vicious murderer. Over the past year, she has spilt and drunk the blood of sixteen victims. The guilt of their deaths slowly eating away her sanity.

Sixteen dead . . .

However, things become even more complicated when Alana finds Cole, a surfer she felt a connection with the moment they met on the mainland, locked up in the island’s shed. Knowing his death is inevitable, she attempts to distant herself from him, continually reminding herself of the monster residing underneath her skin. Unfortunately, it’s a small island, and the more she interacts with Cole, the more her feelings grow for him.

Eventually, she has to make a decision. Either accept his fate or find a way to expel the vampire’s spirit from within herself before she murders him as well.

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