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by R.J. Garcia
Genre: YA Coming of Age/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 5th 2019
Parliament House
Summary:
Fourteen-year-old Hannah Priestly crashes into a terrifying future. She wakes up in her dorm room now knowing the name of an infamous serial killer, Norman Biggs. He will attack her in the future unless she and her three male friends can change fate.
Hannah is a suntanned, obsessive-compulsive California girl dropped off at an English boarding school by her celebrity mother. Hannah has difficulty understanding algebra, let alone her increasingly dark visions. Rory Veer is Hannah’s smart, easy-going and romantically challenged friend and school crush. When Norman Biggs unexpectedly appears in Rory’s reality, terror is set in motion. It is Rory who must acknowledge a past he has denied if the mystery is to be unraveled.
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Excerpt from The Call of Death
Abruptly, Paul grabbed my hand, pulling me along the narrow strip of space squeezed between the marsh and dunes. Then he let go and started drawing another circle in the sand around us. He came back over to me. We were close. Our faces almost touching, our breath one. Under that gold moon, I was oddly attracted to him but only at that moment. He instructed, “Make a wish, Hannah.”
“Wait,” Rory called out uneasily.
“This is stupid,” Christian mumbled.
“I won’t cut myself,” I blurted.
“Fine, I will.” Paul lowered his head and smiled before a straight line of blood bloomed under the blade. He shook his index finger, and dark drops fell to the sand. I grimaced, but he laughed.
“Is this sacrilegious?” I wondered out loud, nervously bringing my hand over my mouth.
“How could moonlit ceremonies and bloodletting be sacrilegious?” Rory asked. His voice again dry and sarcastic.
Christian and I exchanged a glance.
Making the sign of the cross, I barked, “You’re crazy. Just wish for something, Paul.” I wanted out of the circle.
“I did,” Paul answered.
My eyes explored their faces. Christian’s mouth melted into a hard frown, and Rory had his signature confused face, eyes squinting and lips slightly parted. It should have worried me, but I didn’t care. I let go.
“Me too.” I closed my eyes, concentrating on my wish. Then the world seemed like a collapsing star, and for a millisecond, I swear I floated away.
R.J. Garcia is a wife and proud mom. She earned her MSW and worked with foster children and as a school social worker. Writing has been her other great love. She has published several non-fiction pieces. She has been writing short-stories for as long as she can remember. To her amazement, those short stories became novels!
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