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Monday, May 27, 2013

Excerpt/Giveaway: The Grave Winner by Lindsey R Loucks



The Grave Winner
Lindsey R Loucks

Leigh Baxton is terrified her mom will come back from the dead -- just like the prom queen did.

While the town goes beehive over the news, Leigh bikes to the local cemetery and buries some of her mom’s things in her grave to keep her there. When the hot and mysterious caretaker warns her not to give gifts to the dead, Leigh cranks up her punk music and keeps digging.

She should have listened.

Two dead sorceresses evicted the prom queen from her grave to bury someone who offered certain gifts. Bury them alive, that is, then resurrect them to create a trio of undead powerful enough to free the darkest sorceress ever from her prison inside the earth.

With help from the caretaker and the dead prom queen, Leigh must find out what’s so special about the gifts she gave, and why the sorceresses are stalking her and her little sister. If she doesn’t, she’ll either lose another loved one or have to give the ultimate gift to the dead – herself.

Oooh, sounds good, right?  Well don't leave yet! I have an excerpt and a giveaway for TWO copies of The Grave Winner!  So make sure you enter for that.  Giveaway is International, and I will pick a winner next Sunday! 

EXCERPT

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                 Dad, Darby, and I stood rooted in place at Mom’s burial. The weight in my chest threatened to suffocate me if I looked at the lid of her gleaming casket any longer. Instead, I focused on the black birds cutting across the sky in a sharp V formation. They pressed on until the tops of the trees took them from me.
                The preacher had stopped talking a long time ago. People still crowded around us, heads bent, smothering their sniffles with tissues. Someone patted my back. I wished they’d stop. No attempt to comfort would help.
                The white-haired old man hovering back by the fence hacked loudly then puffed on a cigarette with a dirt-spattered hand. When we arrived at Heartland Cemetery, I’d seen him preparing another grave for a casket. He bounced on the balls of his feet, probably anxious to get the body in the ground.
                Mom’s body. Once the ground swallowed her, her death would be final, and that guy wanted to speed things up. He probably wanted to get to his coffee break or something. Heat flashed through my gut. I took a step towards him.
                Dad grabbed the collar of my dress and yanked me back. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words died in my throat when I saw the tears slipping down his cheeks.
                Darby had her head buried in his side. She looped her small fingers around my plaid belt, the one Mom got me for my fifteenth birthday. I grasped Darby’s warm hand and closed my eyes against the pricks of hurt inside them.
                The people closing us in shifted and began to wander away. The old man inched closer to Mom’s casket. Dad tightened his hold on my collar. I gripped Darby’s fingers and glared at the man.
                The few people who were left gave us consoling looks and said empty words before they drifted off. One was the woman who’d seen my funeral attire earlier and clucked her tongue in disapproval. Mom had loved my black eyeliner and these combat boots, though. She’d said I reminded her of herself when she was young.
                “It’s time,” Dad said.
                A choked cry forced its way out of my mouth. No, it wasn’t. If we left, the old man would lower Mom into the ground. It would be final, and I couldn’t stand it.
                “Why?” I asked, my voice cracking.
                Dad just shook his head, hugged us both to him, and turned to leave Mom with the old man.
                I wriggled free and ran.
                “Leigh?” Dad called.
                I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing. But I needed to be away—away from that stupid man who wanted to put the final punctuation mark on Mom’s life. Away from the unfairness of her death.
                My breath came in quick, sharp gasps as I wound around crumbling headstones. The sun threw bright rays on the maze of white, rocky paths and made my eyes tear up. I pumped my legs harder until I became nothing but movement. The untied laces of my left boot whipped my bare legs. Grass and mud around the graves muffled my steps until my boot flew off my foot and landed with a thwack in the middle of a cluster of trees.
                I leaned over to catch my breath, unsure if I wanted to laugh or cry. Several yards behind me, Dad and Darby stood and waited. I waved them on to the gates and went to retrieve my boot.  There seemed to be no one around except the trees and me. The leaves murmured to each other while the wind swayed the branches. Heartland Cemetery had more trees than the rest of Krapper, Kansas, and they all whispered and danced for the amusement of the dead.
                A sudden breeze brushed over my arms and sent a faint smell of rotten hamburger past my nose. My stomach rolled. What was that? That didn’t smell like the usual slaughtered cow stink that came from the other side of town. I shoved my foot into my boot and hobbled away.
                The breeze and stink faded to nothing as quickly as they had come. I bent to tie my boot, but a crackling behind me made me pause. A cloud cast long, dark shadows over the headstones and chilled my skin. The hairs along my arms prickled.
                The crackling came closer. I turned my head slightly. In the corner of my eye, inky black darkness crawled up the bark of a nearby tree.
                I gasped and shot to my feet. The black ink crept to the tips of the branches and ripped away its leaves, leaving it empty and naked. More darkness pooled at the bottom of the trunk and inched along the grass towards me. Every green blade curled in on itself with that awful crackling sound, dying. The darkness reached straight for me.
                A shudder raced across my shoulders. I stumbled backwards. My gaze caught on blackened footprints that led to the tree. Someone was doing this? But how? This wasn’t possible.
                I glanced back at Dad and Darby, but they’d gone on without me. This couldn’t be real. None of it. I shook my head hard, trying to wake myself. Nothing changed.
                Something dark fluttered from behind the dead tree. Whoever was doing this stood behind the trunk.
                I dug my nails into my palms, pressed my lips together, and took a step back. A branch snapped under my boot, louder than the crackling. I froze. My heart jumped.      
                Scraps of muddy fabric flapped around the trunk, followed by a girl.
                My flesh crept up and down my bones. Sweat trickled down the back of my dress. That rotten meat stink kicked my stomach, forcing me to clap a hand over my nose and mouth.
                The torn fabric that hung from the girl’s scrawny frame looked like a prom dress. Mud and grime covered her entire body. Her mouth sagged open in a silent scream.
                I couldn’t move. The darkness pooled underneath the dangling hem of the girl’s dress and spread dangerously close to the toes of my boots, but I couldn’t move.
                The girl raised her tucked chin and looked at me. The whites of her eyes blazed behind the mud caking her face. Her open mouth held the same black gloom that dripped at her feet. A grimy tiara perched on the side of her head.
                My muscles stiffened. I gasped as recognition hit me.
                I knew the girl. Or knew of her. Her social circle was my social nightmare. Her name was Sarah, a popular cheerleader who committed suicide a week ago.
                But how could she be here when she should be in the ground? I had to be hallucinating. My grief, the stress from the day, it was all making me see things.
                Jumbled whispers swirled through the air. Was Sarah trying to tell me something? Because I didn’t want to hear it. My feet finally got the message to move just before the killing darkness touched my boots. I ran.
                “Mom,” I called without thinking. Mom.
                The old man cranked a lever that lowered her into the ground. A dull pain stitched my side. A sob welled in my throat. I couldn’t watch.
                “Dad!” I raced for the cemetery gates. He and Darby stood just outside. When I neared them, I breathed, “Something’s wrong.” Because what else could I say in front of Darby? If she’d seen what I saw, it would be too much to handle in one day. I stood so I blocked her view of anything behind me and resisted the urge to flip the glasses off her face.
                Jo, my best friend, put her hand on my shoulder. I hadn’t even noticed she was there. “What is it, Leigh?”
                I took giant gulps of air and risked a glance behind me. The trees looked normal. Black death hadn’t dripped everywhere. Everyone was in their graves.

                That fact made me wince. “Nothing.”




Lindsey R. Loucks works as a school librarian in rural Kansas. When she’s not discussing books with anyone who will listen, she’s dreaming up her own stories. Eventually her brain gives out, and she’ll play hide and seek with her cat, put herself in a chocolate induced coma, or watch scary movies alone in the dark to reenergize. She’s been with her significant other for almost two decades.


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35 comments:

  1. It sounds a bit different and I am adding it to my list.

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  2. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 27, 2013 at 11:32 AM

    Thank you for hosting me. :)

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  3. This sounds awesome! Thanks for sharing! Definitely added to my wishlist :)

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  4. Definately a must read for me it sounds awesome.

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  5. It does sound really good, I think. A bit of a different spin :) Good luck on the giveaway!

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  6. My pleasure! Thanks for taking the time to stop by :)

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  7. It does! I'm excited to get to it myself - slowly working through my mountain of TBR! :)

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  8. Eeeeeee maybe not the excerpt to have read at 4am. Especially when I need to go unload some things from the car. Eeep!

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  9. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 1:00 PM

    Did you survive unloading your car, Anna? ;)

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  10. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 1:01 PM

    Good luck in the giveaway!

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  11. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 1:01 PM

    Thanks for stopping by to read it, Naomi!

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  12. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 1:02 PM

    Thanks, Wanda!

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  13. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 1:03 PM

    Thanks for reading it, Erin!

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  14. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 1:06 PM

    Thanks, Debra! My TBR list is crazy big, too.

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  15. Sounds like a fun (if you like urban fantasy type stuff like I do) read to me, so yes, it's going on the pile.

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  16. LOL I did. I did. And thank God the rabbit that usually freaks me out in the middle of the night visiting took the night off. I would have squealed like a girl. :snort:

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  17. This looks so great! Thanks for sharing with us! I adore that cover as well.

    Books like this make me wonder whether the author had any influence from friends and family while writing it.

    Thanks for the giveaway!

    mestith at gmail dot com

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  18. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 28, 2013 at 8:24 PM

    LOL! Glad you survived!

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  19. The Grave Winner sounds fantastic! Will definitely be adding it to my TBR list. Thanks for the great giveaway!

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  20. Yes This book sound good.Thanks for the chance to win.

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  21. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 29, 2013 at 7:45 PM

    Thanks for stopping by, Sherry!

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  22. Lindsey R. LoucksMay 29, 2013 at 7:46 PM

    I like your name, BookLady! :)

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  23. It does sound really good :) I can't wait to read it myself!

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  24. Hey Meghan :) Thanks for coming by. Good luck on the giveaway!

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  25. I'm a big UF fan, myself. I'm looking forward to this one, too!

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  26. Ok... you are afraid of a rabbit? I'll try really very hard to not let that come up in conversation, and I promise I won't make fun of you.

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  27. Awesome!!! Thanks for coming by Naomi!

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  28. LOL I'm completely secure in my rabbit phobia. They are squeal worthy and I am not ashamed. LOL Creepy little buggers!

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  29. I have absolutely added it to my TBR list!!! Great excerpt and post!

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  30. absolutely !! i want to read this book and already put on my TBR list before i join this giveaway :)

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  31. Real life always makes an appearance in my writing! Thanks for stopping by!

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  32. Thanks for reading!

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