Before Emma's adventures in Oxford, her best friend Diana came face-to-face with a killer...
Diana Calvert is so over high school. Who cares if Olivia hates her? And David needs to forget about having a crush on her STAT. Even Emma’s crazy fashion choices can’t keep Diana entertained. All she can hope for is a dance scholarship to a college as far away as possible from too-small, too-boring, too-nothing-ever-happens New Freedom, PA.
And then, of course, something does happen. Diana meets Nicholas Woodhaven. He’s pale, angry…yet weirdly charming. And she can’t stop thinking about him. The more time they spend together, the more she wonders who – or what – he really is. Because he isn’t anything like the other guys she knows. Not with the whole only-going-out-at-night thing. And living with his creepy aunt instead of his parents. Not to mention, he doesn't even go to school!
Just when Diana thinks she’s got Nicholas all figured out, people in her small, nothing-ever-happens town start dying. She has to wonder – can she trust him? And even more alarming – could she be next?
A murder mystery with a paranormal twist, Moon Child is best read under the covers with a flashlight...if you dare!
And now, for this week's teaser!
Long, dark hair sweeps in finger-like shadows across his face. The guy stares at me, his ice blue eyes narrowed and wary. I stare back, wracking my brain for a name, a spark of recognition, anything. I come up empty.
He looks young, but the skin around his mouth and eyes feathers just a bit, like he’s got laugh lines already. His lips are almost as pale as his skin but take on a bluish cast in the silver light of the moon. If I didn’t know better, I might wonder….but he’s too good looking to be a corpse.
Even so, he’s a stranger. Less terrifying than zombie invasion, sure, but it’s still kind of freaking me out. So, I ask again, louder, “Who are you?”
This time, finally, he answers. “I’m the one who stopped you from cracking your skull on that gravestone.” He kicks the offending rock. His voice has a gravelly tone, like he hasn’t used it in a while.
I step away, a little unsteadily. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I—uh….” Why am I so flustered all of a sudden? It’s not like he saved my life. Bumping into somebody who might otherwise have fallen doesn’t make you Prince Charming.
“If you’re that clumsy,” he adds, “probably shouldn’t be walking around graveyards after dark.” The corner of his lip quirks, his skin crinkling like paper.
“I’m not clumsy,” I reply with a glower, “And you didn’t answer my question.”
The moonlight catches against his cheekbones as he turns. “Maybe you should take the hint.”
Just before his hair hides his face, the arrogance slips away, leaving something else. Sadness? Disappointment? I can’t tell. Without thinking, I reach out.
“Now wait a second.” When I grab his arm, his skin is so cold I draw back in surprise. He’s wearing a black t-shirt—no sweater, no jacket, nothing. That’s ridiculous. It’s freezing out here. As if to prove my point, a shiver tingles through me. “Seriously, I’m not playing games. Who are you?”
“Why do you care?” He doesn’t turn back to face me, but he doesn’t move further away either.
“Because it’s creepy, you out here by yourself wandering around in the dark. Why are you out here?” A gust of wind sweeps down and kicks up a flurry of leaves between us.
“Think what you want.” He starts to walk away, the darkness eating him up bit by bit.
Oh my gosh. Why is he being so annoying? I can’t let it – him – go. “Alright, I think you’re a weirdo who grabbed my boob two minutes ago and won’t tell me who you are,” I call after him. He whirls to stare me down with those pale, nearly colorless eyes. On a roll, I keep going. “Maybe you’re a thief. A criminal escaped from juvie? Or, I don’t know, a serial killer or something.” It’s meant as a joke, but as I list the possibilities my annoyance fades into a wash of unease. What if this guy really is, like, dangerous? Maybe I’m the one who should be bailing.
He cocks his head to the side. “Wow. Remind me never to save another stumbling beauty. It’s not worth the inquisition. Besides, why would a serial killer bother with a graveyard? Everybody’s already dead.”
That's all for now! Moon Child will be coming to you in ebook and paperback on August 16th! If you'd like, you can add it to your Goodreads shelf here.