Giveaway!

Three Heartbeats Away, my C.C. Hunter young adult paranormal released last week. It’s been getting great reviews. Do you read young adult books? Have you read it yet? A lot happens to Riley. In fact, someone gets shot! And getting shot really sucks! Who do you think get shot?  Here’s an excerpt with some clues.

 

Excerpt

The phone rings again. I snatch it off the bedside table and hear Kelsey muttering something about the cold and ghosts. I see the time is eleven. Not as late as I assumed, but we were both exhausted and went to bed right at nine.

I blink and focus on the number, half expecting it to be Dad but praying it isn’t. I don’t want to have this conversation now. Too tired. Too hurt. Too…everything. But when I focus on the screen, I realize I’m wrong. It’s not Dad.

It’s Hayden. What’s he doing calling this late? My heart says he might have remembered something else. Maybe even remembers everything about us this time.

“Hello?” My voice sounds scratchy and sleepy.

“Riley.” His voice is pure panic. “This is going to sound so nuts, but I just…had another dream or whatever you want to call it, and in it Kelsey’s grandmother insisted I call you to wake you up because you’re in danger. She said she tried to wake you but couldn’t. I didn’t want to call, but it felt so real. And I thought… Shit, I shouldn’t have called. This is stupid.”

“What danger?” Cobwebs of sleep start clearing.

“It sounds crazy,” Hayden said.

Bessie appears, fear and fret in her eyes. “He’s here. Get out of the house.”

“Is that her I hear talking?” Hayden asks.

“Gotta go!” I disconnect the call with Hayden and stare at Bessie. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s trying to break in right now! Go out the back door!”

My heart jumps, and my mind goes straight to the man who murdered the bride. “The killer’s here? How—”

“What?” Kelsey fights to get the covers off and sits up. “Killer? Here?”

“No,” Bessie says. “Charles is here. But he’s drunk or high, and he’s got a gun.”

“Crap!” My pulse flutters at the base of my neck.

“Crap what?” Kelsey’s eyes are wide and awake now.

I shoot off the bed, still feeling half out of it, and look down at my best friend. “Charles is here!”

Kelsey bounces out of bed, then shakes her head. “No, he’s in jail.”

The cracking sound of glass breaking echoes from the living room and punctuates her words. Footsteps echo in the house. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. A door farther in the house opens, then slams.

“Window,” Bessie yells.

“Bat?” Kelsey screams.

“You left it in my car,” I say and tell myself to think, to think fast.

“Window,” Bessie yells.

“Window,” Kelsey says, almost as if she hears her grandmother. Kelsey runs for her window and tries to pull it up. I run to help. More footsteps ring out.

“Hurry,” Bessie says.

Kelsey’s bedroom door swings open. We turn around. Charles stumbles into the room, a gun in his outstretched hand.

All I can do is stare at the weapon and know it only takes a twitch of a finger to send a bullet inside either me or my best friend. One quick pull and our lives could end. I’ve never had a gun pointed at me. Never thought of them as terrifying. Until now.

You can now order your ebook or print copy of Three Heartbeats Away at Amazon,  Barnes & Noble or Kobo.

Giveaway!!

So who do you think get’s shot? Riley, Kelsey. Charles or maybe someone else?  Don’t say the answer if you know.  Let’s keep the people who haven’t read it wondering.

Today I’ll give away a C.C. Hunter T-shirt to one person who leaves me a comment and tells me their favorite things about Riley?  Don’t let it contain any spoilers. (Sorry, but this giveaway is limited to U.S. residents only.)

3 thoughts on “Giveaway!

  1. Riley is strong and sticks to her gut. She doesn’t let anyone tell her how to feel and act, BUT on that same note she knows when to apologise and when to be the bigger person. And my goodness she is brave!

  2. Riley has to deal with so much but instead of burring her head in the sand, she is dealing with it the best she can and she’s not giving up.

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