NEW RELEASE! DEATH AND THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

I can't believe how excited I am.  My favorite adult author has a NEW RELEASE in Young Adult.
In case you haven't heard of Dayrnda Jones. Get ready for your world to turn upside down.
She is the writer of the magnificent Charley Davidson series. Sound familiar?  Well here's a hint.
FIRST GRAVE ON THE RIGHT! 
SECOND GRAVE ON THE LEFT!
THIRD GRAVE DEAD AHEAD! 
and coming October 30th FOURTH GRAVE BENEATH MY FEET! 

Her BRAND NEW TITLE is 
DEATH AND THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
(Darklight Series #1)


Darynda Jones, author of The New York Times bestselling series that began with First Grave on the Right, brings us Death and the Girl Next Door, a thrilling Young Adult novel garnering high praise and early buzz from major authors

Ten years ago, Lorelei's parents disappeared without a trace.  Raised by her grandparents and leaning on the support of her best friends, Lorelei is finally beginning to accept the fact that her parents are never coming home.  For Lorelei, life goes on.

High school is not quite as painful as she thinks it will be, and things are as normal as they can be.  Until the day the school's designated loner, Cameron Lusk, begins to stalk her, turning up where she least expects it,  standing outside her house in the dark, night after night.  Things get even more complicated when a new guy—terrifying, tough, sexy Jared Kovach—comes to school.  Cameron and Jared instantly despise each other and Lorelei seems to be the reason for their animosity.  What does Jared know about her parents?  Why does Cameron tell Jared he can't have Lorelei?  And what will any of them do when Death comes knocking for real?  Thrilling, sassy, sexy, and inventive, Darynda Jones's first foray into the world of teens will leave readers eager for the next installment.

"Unique, witty, and touching—I LOVED THIS BOOK!" —P.C. Cast, New York Times bestselling author of The House of Night Series

EXCERPT!!! 

I scanned the distance back to see if Mr. Davis was still standing
watch. Instead, I found Cameron Lusk. He hadn’t gone to
class. I could see him through the plate-glass windows that lined
the front of Riley High. He stood leaning against the building,
looking directly at me, a strange expression I couldn’t decipher
shadowing his face.
I offered my own glare, completely perplexed. The guy had
never shown the slightest bit of interest in me. Then, out of nowhere,
I couldn’t turn around without finding him waiting for
me, watching, like he was mentally calculating how long it would
take to strangle the life out of my body. A cold chill shimmied
down my spine with the thought.
And worse, I didn’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want
to alarm my grandparents. They had enough to worry about. The
anniversary of my parents’ disappearance always put them in a
strange state, as it did me. I didn’t want to call the police. Naturally,
they would have to tell my grandparents. And I was nowhere
near moronic enough to pretend I could take him. Boys, no
matter how lanky, were generally strong.
“I’m stronger.”
I jumped at the sound of a male voice behind me and whirled
around to slam face- first into a brick wall. My notebook flew out
of my arms, launching a ticker tape parade of science notes into
the air. They floated down to land in whispery chaos on the
ground.
For a second I just stood there in shock until humiliation
took hold and surged through me with a fiery vengeance. I could
feel my cheeks heating as I looked up. And up. Into the eyes of
the off ending wall.
I stilled.
It was the new guy. And his eyes were amazing. Dark, steady,
penetrating.
Penetrating?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Where’d penetrating come from? I felt my cheeks grow even
hotter. “Of course,” I said, glancing down to hide my face and
my bruised pride. I tucked a curl behind an ear and bent to
gather my notes.
Supernova knelt to help me.
“You don’t need to do that,” I said, even more embarrassed as
he scooped up my messy notes before I could get to them. Honestly,
why couldn’t I at least try to write neatly?
“I don’t mind,” he said, lifting the drawing I’d done that
morning.
I snatched it out of his hand before he could get a good
look.
He glanced at me but not in surprise at what I’d done. More
like curiosity. His dark gaze was startlingly intense. The contrast
of molasses- colored eyes and hair made his flawless skin appear
almost translucent. The effect was haunting.
I forced my thoughts back to the present. “I’m Lorelei,” I
managed at last.
He hesitated as he had with Mr. Davis. After a quick glance
over his shoulder, he stood and offered his hand. “I’m Jared.”
I almost looked at the poster again. Instead, I shut my eyes as
a slow dawning crept over me. I recognized his face. I’d drawn it
that very morning. I’d been dwelling on it for three days. It was
him. The boy. Only the puzzle was complete, and what a puzzle it was.


New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a RITA®, and a Daphne du Maurier. As a born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Darynda lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.


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2 comments:

  1. I am so excited for this book I can hardly stand it. Oh, and that tasty little excerpt definitely doesn't help with the waiting but I know the wait will be well worth it. :) October 2nd can't get here quick enough!

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  2. I have been excited to see how this book compares to the other series. I really like reading YA novels from authors who write kicking adult series. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com

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