The first exciting novel in a brand-new series from New York Times bestselling author C. C. Hunter!
Her dad’s job is with the dead . . . and he’s bringing his work home with him.
The Mortician’s Daughter Excerpt:
“Help me!” The voice draws my attention at the same time the cold lifts goosebumps on my skin.
I look over and Abby is standing there, her back to me. I release a breath and see steam snake up in front of my face. She feels colder this time. It reminds me that Hayden isn’t cold.
“I want to help you,” I say. “What did you mean by the truth?”
“What?” Hayden asks, then looks around. “Is it Abby?”
I nod. “
Tell her if she can tell you where the ring is, I can go and make sure it’s still there. That way when we drive up there to get it, you’ll find it faster.”
I never told Hayden I’d do it. But right now doesn’t seem like the time to say that.
Abby turns around. I gasp and scoot my ass to the other side of the bed. Her face is… It’s bad. Bloody. There’s a deep gash on her cheek, one on her throat, and blood is pouring down her pale dress. Her arm is dangling downward, a bone is protruding out of her elbow.
I thought my eye was bad, but both of hers are bloody and swollen shut and one side of her head seems caved in, as if her whole cheek bone is crushed.
My heart hurts. My stomach lurches. I look away.
“What is it?” Hayden asks.
“She looks bad,” I say. This hasn’t ever happened. They always look nice. Nice like my dad leaves them.
Then I know this is what she looked like before Dad fixed her up. Instantly, my heart goes to my dad. How many times has he had to see death this ugly?
“You have to help me. Please,” she starts sobbing.
I try to look at her, but I can’t. It hurts to see her. I turn away again. Right then a knock sounds at my door. I hear it click open.
“Riley? You okay?” I swallow, turn to my dad peering inside my room, and try to hide the horror from my face.
“Yeah.” He stares at me and frowns. I hope it’s from my eye and not that he sees the sheer horror I’m feeling.
“How about we order Chinese tonight?”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah.” I stand, refusing to look at Abby.
“You have to help me,” she pleads and her words cause a spasm of pain in my chest.
“I’ll order for us,” Dad says and moves out into the hall.
“Okay,” I manage. And I hear Dad’s footsteps tapping down the stairs.
Did you know The Mortician’s Daughter: One Foot in the Grave is only the first book in a series of three? I love the cover, but I also love the covers for books 2 (Two Feet Under) & 3 (Three Heartbeats Away). So, I’m revealing them here.