I’m a young adult paranormal author, teenagers crowding my mind and refusing me rest. Usually my books lean toward the action/adventure bent with a thriller sideline (The
Hunted Series), or the witchy sarcastic with a kiss of romance (The Hayle Coven Novels). But occasionally I’m drawn into darkness. So it was with Emily and her story in Best
The blurb: A tragic accident strips sixteen-year-old Emily Underman of her three best friends. Depression consumes her until her little brother goes missing, jerking her out of her emotional coma. That’s when her friends appear. Haunting her, driving her to madness. Trying to tell her something. Guilt forces her to trust the spirits of her ghostly friends who lead her closer and closer to the kidnapper—and redemption.
I’m happy to have the chance to share an excerpt of the book with you.
A train whistle mourned in the distance. Their ride was calling.
Emily ran, flew, soared. Her friends flickered around her, bright and beautiful. And ahead, long black braids streaming, Sam led them on.
The sound of the rushing river. The pounding of their feet on the wooden bridge. Ahead, the train tracks shone in the bright light of the full moon. Sam’s piercings flashed as she spun to a halt, teetering close to the cliff and the ravine below.
Tara panted beside Emily. The tip of her joint glowed in the darkness. She passed it to Sam. Her face blurred behind the cloud of smoke making her look like an angel. If angels were Goth and wingless with a taste for whisky and weed.
Liquid sloshed against glass. Emily accepted the bottle from Madison’s tiny hands. The familiar fire filled her mouth, burning a path to her stomach.
Sam belched a work of art, echoing back from the trees.
The train sobbed in answer.
The joint had made it to her. The drag burned as much as the whiskey. She struggled not to cough, held in the requisite four count, letting it out in a rush of air.
And instantly felt lighter.
Sam stared at her over the rim of the newly acquired bottle. Emily could almost see her thought process. The weed made everything.
Sam spun in a circle of anticipation, her short tartan skirt swaying, fishnets torn at the knees above her army boots. Emily smiled in wonder. She was gorgeous! Moonlight flashed on chrome buckles, black nail polish, silver piercings.
“I love you.” Sam’s voice echoed, repeating in Emily’s head over and over. Her favorite thing when they were drinking. Emily understood. Sam needed love. It was okay with her.
“Love you too.” Her own voice fascinated. Did she sound like that? She giggled.
“You are my sisters. The only ones that will ever matter to me.” Sam took the time to meet their eyes, gesturing with the bottle. Emily felt a few droplets hit her face. “Always and forever.”
“Always and forever.” She could feel their energy connecting. Binding. Pulling each other close. She wanted another hit on the joint, sure she would be able to complete the connection if she just had a little bit more. But it was clutched in Tara’s hand like she’d never let it go.
Sam dropped the bottle, the precious stolen liquor draining out onto the ground. Emily couldn’t stop staring at it as it gulg-glug-glugged its life into the grass.
The train whistle echoed closer, making Emily’s head ring.
“Hear that?” Sam laughed. “Our destiny.” She took a step closer to the edge of the grass, leaning over the tracks a short drop below. “I love you guys. I’d do anything for you.”
“Us too.” They all said it. Emily was sure she spoke. Her lips felt funny.
“Together, then.” The skull ring on Sam’s finger caught the light as the train whistle blew.
Jake Hind was late, damn it. The wife already called twice to bitch and he still had the sweet young girlfriend to see before he went home. He felt tired, strung out. The caffeine wasn’t doing the job anymore. Neither were the uppers. He slammed the engine down another gear. The tires hummed beneath him, late-night country music bleeding sorrow and heartache all over him from the radio. The road was his favorite place, but he’d been on it two weeks and it was time to stop.
Just a few more miles.
Up ahead, warning lights began to flash.
About the Author: Patti Larsen is an award-winning middle grade and young adult author with a passion for the paranormal. Her YA thriller series, The Hunted, is available now. Book one of that series, RUN, is a recent recipient of the 2012 PEI Book Awards for Fiction. Eight books of her very popular Hayle Coven Novels, beginning with Family Magic, are also out now. Her YA steampunk series, Blood and Gold, can be found on Amazon, along with her YA paranormal novel, Best Friends Forever, and The Diamond City Trilogy. Her middle grade novel, The Ghost Boy of MacKenzie House (Acorn Press), is available now. She is a full time writer and a part time teacher of her Get Your Book Done program. Patti lives on the East Coast of Canada with her very patient husband and four massive cats.
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