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Published by: Curiosity Quills Press
Publication date: September 3rd 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
When an undead woman with serious de-comp issues stalks sixteen-year-old Lyla Grimm, her hope of rescuing her rock-bottom reputation takes a back seat. Especially once Lyla’s new talent of resurrecting the dead draws the attention of Eric, a Grim Reaper with a guitar and a chip on his shoulder.
While Lyla navigates the gossip-ridden halls, Eric works to gain her trust and discover why Death’s clients aren’t staying down. If she passes on her gift, his death-messenger destiny might be altered. But the closer he gets to Lyla, the less sure he is of his plan. The dead are way easier to deal with than the living.
Gossip explodes, the Grimm family implodes, and desperation sets in. Death wants the gift and a soul. Lyla and Eric face hard choices with hidden consequences. Sometimes life’s choices aren’t really choices at all.
I'm honestly super excited about this novel! I've been a fan of YA and Paranormal since forever and I'm really hooked when I read the blurb about this book. I went through the rabbit hole when I also read the excerpts! So you guys have to watch out for this one and add it to your TBR pile!
“Of all the places,” I mutter. Cornfields and pastures fill
the passenger side window in a tortuous repeat. Mile after mile of nothingness.
And inactivity. And boredom. “I’m in a small hellhole located in the middle of
can’t-find-it-on-a-fucking-map. This is just perfect.”
I pull over and my
headlights frame the tall green sign that proclaims the city limits for Martin.
A thatch of dead grass surrounds the base of the pole.
“Bet that resembles
the residents of this fine town,” I shout. No one’s ever around to hear me or
respond.
I roll down the
window and the scent of grass and dirt rolls in. There’s no exhaust, no
cigarette smoke. The purity of the air confuses my lungs.
Just hours ago, I
was in the beautiful and busy paradise of Miami, Florida, where anger, envy,
and sin pollute every taken breath and every exposed mind. It’s one of my
favorite places. There’s enough activity there to keep someone busy every hour
of the day, which is why I want to return. Idle time has painful effects.
Only one car passes
while I’m parked on the shoulder, contemplating my purgatory that now goes by
the name of Martin.
The passenger handle
clicks and the door opens. Deon lowers his head and peers in. “Heard you were
coming.” He smiles and the dashboard lights give his teeth a red glow. “Welcome
to Martin.”
I shrug. “Yeah. I’m
here.”
“So why you?” he
asks, his smile not fading.
“Beats the hell out
of me.” Exhaust mixes with the night air and enters through the open car door.
I take a deep breath.
“No, seriously, this
is my territory. Why you?”
I survey my new
terrain. Moonlight reveals more nothingness. “I’m not fighting you for it. I
was sent. I didn’t have a choice.”
“No one really has a
choice.” He slips his frail frame into the passenger seat and closes the door.
“What are you
doing?”
“Going for a ride.”
He taps the dash twice. “I’ll show you around.”
Understanding the
territory will help. I pull back onto the road and my headlights only compete
with the moon’s glow until we get closer to civilization. If you can call this
actual civilization.
“You’re here as a
punishment, aren’t you?”
“Judging by the look
of this place, I’d say yeah.”
Deon laughs and
adjusts the navy ball cap he wears low on his head. “Everyone knows about you.”
“Really?” I want to
take back the word, or rather, my tone. It sounded as if I was interested.
“You’re too messy
and over-the-top. You attract attention. And you’re undisciplined.”
I huff. “You
finished?
Elsie Elmore lives in North Carolina with her husband and two kids. She loves the color red, has an appreciation for chocolate and coffee that borders on obsession, writes stories that challenge the laws of nature, and wishes fall temperatures would linger year round.
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