The Undead: Playing for Keeps by Elsie Elmore
Published by: Curiosity Quills Press
Publication date: September 3rd 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Synopsis:
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.
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.
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Excerpt Chapter 9
Tap. Tap. A knock rattles against my car.
From out of the darkness, Mrs. Weller’s pale face presses
against the passenger side window.
A quick intake of air is all I manage before I freeze.
She’s here.
Skin sags off her face, creating gray pouches beneath her glazed
eyes. But they don’t look like eyes anymore, just opaque circles. Her smooth
silver curls jut out in tufts and frizzes around her head.
My insides tighten like someone’s squeezing them, lungs
included.
Her rickety finger rises. She points to the empty passenger
seat.
Does she want to get closer? In the car closer?
Her hand moves above the lock and she taps on the window again.
Crap! The passenger door’s unlocked.
I lunge across the seat and slap down the lock.
Mrs. Weller’s eyes track my hand touching the window before her.
She taps faster with her fingers.
I jerk my hand back and scoot my body across the seat as if the
window can’t stop her. I need to get farther away. But there’s nowhere to go.
Cool air rushes in from my window.
“Crap! C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” I mutter and feverishly crank my
window handle, urging it to work faster.
My arm muscles burn.
When I look back up, she’s still there, on the other side of the
window, tapping with those bony fingers. The dashboard light shows details of
her grayish skin. Bulging veins riddle her neck, and dark shadows cover her
hand and cheek.
She paws at the handle. Each knock echoes inside me.
I punch the gas pedal and tear out of Cassie’s driveway
backwards, bumping over brick pavers that line the driveway and fishtailing
near the mailbox. I dart all the way into the road and pull my wheel hard to
the right. My car rocks back and forth when I brake. Burnt tire smell hangs in
the air and dust clouds my headlight beams.
I scan each window, searching for her.
Cassie’s yard instantly darkens and I struggle to make out
shapes without my headlights. My heart pounds like KX’s big drum. I shift the
gearstick into drive and turn the wheel, checking each side slowly. If she gets
in front of me, I’ll hit her. That will get rid of her.
But I can’t hit what’s not real.
Because she’s not, right?
AUTHOR BIO
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.
Elsie is a member of several writing organizations: RWA, SCBWI, and WSW. The Undead : Playing for Keeps is her debut novel.
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.
Elsie is a member of several writing organizations: RWA, SCBWI, and WSW. The Undead : Playing for Keeps is her debut novel.
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