Wow, I can't think of anything to write. I think this whole I'm a published YA author is not going to sink in, until probably next year. Still, I want to thank you guys for your support, especially quashing my self-doubt during the past year.
This book is dedicated to my parents, my Dad, an aspiring writer of science fiction, and my Mami, my bright star, who always told me I could be anything I wanted to be, as long as I worked hard for it.
My boys, and husband often ignored as I write, have been a bastion of energy, support and never ending love. I love you much more than words can say.
Thank you so much to Raine Thomas and Iambe Books for taking a chance on me. You guys rock!
And special thanks to Jan Maspaitella http://janmaspaitellaphotography.com/ for the awesome picture used as background on the cover, and Devan Edwards http://nimbidesign.wordpress.com/ for the amazing cover, which is so much more beautiful than I could have ever envisioned.
Thank you to the bloggers, reviewers and fellow authors who have supported the tour! You are totally awesomesauce!
And a huge thanks to those of you, who have been following the blog, emailing me and asking about the progress of the book. You guys make me feel like a rock star.
And here it is, an excerpt from my YA Debut Novel, (someone smack me, is this for real?) INTERRED.
When we reach the front porch, I turn around and try to spot the car while Dickie continues
around to the back of the house to check the fuse box. Through the heavy snow, the black sedan continues down the road at a snail’s pace. Something about the slow-moving vehicle inching through the storm strikes me as ominous. I shrug the feeling away, figuring the driver is just lost.
“It’ll be okay,” Dickie assures me as he returns to the front porch. “This is normal for
Vermont this time of year.”
I swallow my response. Sure it’ll be okay…easy to say for people who grew up in the North.
The only blizzards I’ve witnessed have been through the magic of television. This amount of
snow should be illegal.
“Come inside before you really do freeze your butt off.” Dickie opens the door and I pull
away from the view.
“Baxter, can you make some tea please?” Mom asks as I walk by the living room.
Nodding, I move to the kitchen where the lights flicker like mad. The storm must be
wreaking havoc with the power. As I reach for the kettle, the lights turn off for a few seconds,
then back on. It’s unnerving, especially with the wind outside roaring like a wounded animal.
Fighting my unease, I carry the kettle to the sink and glance out the window facing the front
garden. My heart stops.
My brain has surely overdosed on scary movies. My hand presses against the window,
leaving an imprint. It’s suddenly midnight black outside and I have to glance at the kitchen
clock. Four minutes ‘til two in the afternoon, yet the only visible thing on the field is a boy who
looks about my age with long black hair, a top hat and a coat. Around him shines a bright, eerie
light, as though a permanent spotlight focuses on him. He walks toward the house.
I’m rooted to the spot, unable to move, my body shaking as if I’m under a spell. Even though
I can’t see his eyes, I’m convinced he’s looking at me. I’m convinced he knows me.
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