The release date for the ebook version of Tortured Souls has changed. Originally the release was scheduled for July 14th, but with a little luck, it looks like I'll be able to release it on July 1st instead. For those of you waiting on the print version, the expected release date is July 22nd.
More great news. The ebook will release for $0.99 on Amazon and run at that price through July 20th. After that it will be back to the regular price of $2.99.
Now I'd like to share an excerpt:
Chapter One
Something Wicked
Deafening
music shakes the walls, vibrates the floor, and pounds a rhythmic beat in my
skull. Gyrating bodies turn every bit of space into a dance floor. Sweat breaks
out on my forehead, and my heart races. Strobe lights flash, teens dance with
wild abandon. Shrieking laughter bubbles around me.
“Gotta
take a leak!” my dance partner shouts over the music.
He
races off, weaving through the thick wall of bodies. Mike or Mick or
something—I didn’t catch the name he yelled when he asked me to dance. Doesn’t
matter, he wasn’t my type at all. I mean, the guy guzzled beer while dancing. After
grabbing a diet soda from a nearby cooler, I’m about to search for my friends
when a dark feeling washes over me. My feet refuse to move, and I stand rooted
in place.
The
once loud music is now hollow in my ears. I gasp for breath, choking on the
lack of air around me. Tiny hairs on the nape of my neck rise to attention. Something
wicked is behind me. I know I’m the only one here who feels a difference in air
pressure. An oppressive weight presses against my skin, making me feel as
though I’m underwater. I blink a few times, watching the people around me
continue their manic dancing—oblivious to the bogeyman that just entered the
room.
Afraid
to turn around, I stand my ground, sipping my soda. I pretend I’m unaware of
the shuffling noises behind me, sounds I shouldn’t be able to hear over the
blaring music. Swaying my hips, I hum along with the music, trying to ignore
the ominous presence crushing me.
Whatever
it is, I can’t let it know I sense it. Evil pours off it in waves, blanketing
the entire room. I close my eyes, willing the creature to go away, return to
whatever mausoleum or grave it calls home. Malevolent spirits feed on fear. I
must control mine at all costs.
When
I open my eyes, I’m gazing into the face of an angel. Not literally, but he may
as well be in my book. Logan glances behind me, and I know he sees the spirit.
He doesn’t gasp or scream or faint dead away. His golden eyes narrow as though
he’s in a staring contest with the specter.
“You’re
not welcome here,” Logan says to the presence behind me. He meets my gaze
again. “You know it’s there.”
It’s
not a question but a statement. I nod, a weak bob of my head, unsure whether
this intimate moment with my dream guy is a good thing or not. Meeting over a
nasty phantom is not my idea of romantic. And yet I can’t stop staring at the
way his blue t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders and chest—how his light brown
hair curls around his earlobes. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. For six
weeks I’ve wanted out of the friendship box with Logan, but I was hoping for
girlfriend, not crazy girl.
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