Release Date: March 25, 2014
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Jule Welsh can sing. She
enthralls people with her bel canto voice. But it takes more than practice to
reach her level of exquisite song; it takes siren's blood running through her
veins. Jule is starting her senior year at Cougar Creek High when her relatively
normal world begins to resemble a roller coaster flying through a carnival
scare house. Her mother is diagnosed as insane and committed, a psycho-stalker
is snapping pictures of her to put into his homemade Jule-shrine, her voice is
suddenly putting people into comatose trances, oh and the gorgeous new guy in
town, Luke Whitmore, is interested in her . . . but also wants to kill her.
Excerpt!
A deep growl comes from him.
I turn without any further questions and start walking. Goosebumps that have nothing to do with the crisp breeze speckle my arms. “Nooo…” he calls out. The sound is the sorrow-engulfed wail of the tortured. Will my death stop it? I fling the thought away from me like a live grenade. I take another step and hear his breath catch. “You,” he says in a deep, wavering voice, “need to run.”
I see the door I exited, and way to the left is the south entrance. The growl behind me forces the decision and I sprint toward the closest door. The cop will have to let me in if I’m pounding on it. I dodge cars, graze mirrors, tripping over those stupid cement barriers between rows. My legs pump, feet skidding on the loose pebbles. My arms and hands catch me, keeping me on course through the slalom of cars. I try to concentrate on the crunch and pounding of my sneakers against the blacktop, and not the smash of Luke’s body as he plows through obstacles behind me. The door’s ahead, lit like a glowing beacon, but no one stands at it anymore. Is it locked?
My knees and thighs strain to extend my stride, but I know. As I huff in and out, dodge and swing around hoods and tailgates, I know that Luke is faster, even without the curse adding to his strength.
“Go, Jule!” he yells from behind, but he’s close, too close. There’s no way. I veer off toward the dark shadows of a loading dock without allowing my conscious thought to take over. I can’t outrun him. And I won’t lead him to where a crowd can witness his insanity. I throw myself against the cinderblock wall. My chest hurts as I drag in breath after breath. He’s there before I can take two.
The light of the moon slashes down. I watch his sculpted chest heave through his T-shirt as he stands before me. With the last amount of courage I possess I look up into his eyes. They burn. Light from within swirls in the darkness, like hot oil.
“You won’t hurt me, Luke.” I swallow hard as I gulp air. “You love me.”
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A deep growl comes from him.
I turn without any further questions and start walking. Goosebumps that have nothing to do with the crisp breeze speckle my arms. “Nooo…” he calls out. The sound is the sorrow-engulfed wail of the tortured. Will my death stop it? I fling the thought away from me like a live grenade. I take another step and hear his breath catch. “You,” he says in a deep, wavering voice, “need to run.”
I see the door I exited, and way to the left is the south entrance. The growl behind me forces the decision and I sprint toward the closest door. The cop will have to let me in if I’m pounding on it. I dodge cars, graze mirrors, tripping over those stupid cement barriers between rows. My legs pump, feet skidding on the loose pebbles. My arms and hands catch me, keeping me on course through the slalom of cars. I try to concentrate on the crunch and pounding of my sneakers against the blacktop, and not the smash of Luke’s body as he plows through obstacles behind me. The door’s ahead, lit like a glowing beacon, but no one stands at it anymore. Is it locked?
My knees and thighs strain to extend my stride, but I know. As I huff in and out, dodge and swing around hoods and tailgates, I know that Luke is faster, even without the curse adding to his strength.
“Go, Jule!” he yells from behind, but he’s close, too close. There’s no way. I veer off toward the dark shadows of a loading dock without allowing my conscious thought to take over. I can’t outrun him. And I won’t lead him to where a crowd can witness his insanity. I throw myself against the cinderblock wall. My chest hurts as I drag in breath after breath. He’s there before I can take two.
The light of the moon slashes down. I watch his sculpted chest heave through his T-shirt as he stands before me. With the last amount of courage I possess I look up into his eyes. They burn. Light from within swirls in the darkness, like hot oil.
“You won’t hurt me, Luke.” I swallow hard as I gulp air. “You love me.”
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What stood out for me is how does Luke keep from harming Jule.
ReplyDeleteDef the beauitful cover! :D
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Mary G Loki
The cover it's beautiful Thank you for the giveaway.
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