>I glanced at my calendar this morning—a dangerous prospect, when you have as many deadlines as I do at the moment—and realized it’s only eight weeks until My Soul to Save hits the shelf. I’m not sure where the time has gone since my first YA release, and I’m dismayed by how little I have to show for it (other than moving to San Antonio. And writing most of ALPHA. And doing revisions/copy edits on Shift), but it’s almost time to post the 1st chapter excerpt. I’m thinking next week, maybe.
Until then, however, how about a mini-excerpt?
But first a little background, for those unfamiliar with my Soul Screamers series…
SPOILER WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN’T READ MY SOUL TO TAKE, DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU DON’T MIND SPOILERS
This scene shows three of the principal characters:
Kaylee Cavanaugh is the viewpoint character, who, in the previous book, discovered that she’s a bean sidhe (banshee). Kaylee is clever, and resolute, and driven to help people, fueled in part by a determination to earn the life she’s been given. (That’ll make sense if you’ve read the first book.)
Nash Hudson is Kaylee’s boyfriend. Nash came onto the scene (in the previous book), knowing things about Kaylee that even she didn’t know. He gave her some much needed information and risked his life more than once to help her, both of which put him on the fast track into her heart. But from the beginning, Kaylee’s been suspicious of his interest in her, and trust doesn’t always come easily.
Tod is a rookie grim reaper, only a couple of years dead, whose humanity is just starting to fade. While he clings to the strongest, most volatile of his human emotions, he no longer has a firm grasp on gray area misdemeanors, like privacy and tact. Tod obviously cares about both Nash and Kaylee, but he has his own agenda, and he’s increasingly unfettered by human restraint or propriety. [Note: he's one of my favorites! 
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]And with that, here’s a snippet of a scene from chapter two of My Soul to Save. Kaylee’s the first one speaking…
“You don’t have to wait for us.” As cool as it would have been to meet Addison Page, telling a rising star that she was going to end both her career and her life in less than a week was so not on my to-do list. “I think I’m gonna sit this one out.” I propped my hands on my hips and glanced at Nash to see if he was with me, but he and Tod wore identical, half-amused, half-reluctant expressions. “What?” “I’m dead, Kaylee.” Tod stopped in front of the first door we’d come to, his hand on the knob. “Addy came to my funeral. I can’t show up in her dressing room two years after I was buried and tell her not to kill herself. That would just be rude.”
I laughed at his idea of post-death etiquette, pretty sure that “rude” was a bit of an understatement. But I sobered quickly when his point sank in. “Wait, you want us to tell her?”
“If she sees me, she’ll freak out and spend the last days of her life in the psych ward.”
I bristled, irritated by the reminder of my own brief stay in the land of sedatives and straitjackets. “It’s called the mental health unit, thank you. And we are not going to go tell your famous ex-girlfriend to lighten up or she’ll be joining you six feet under. That would be rude.”
“She wouldn’t believe us, anyway,” Nash said, crossing his arms over his chest in a show of solidarity. “She’d probably call Security and have us arrested.”
“So make her believe you.” Tod gestured in exasperation. Like it’d be that easy. “I’ll be there to help. She just won’t be able to see me.”
I glanced at Nash and was relieved to see my reluctance still reflected in his features. As much as I wanted to help—to hopefully save Addison Page’s life—I did not want to be taken from her dressing room in handcuffs.
My dad would be soooo pissed if he had to bail me out of jail.
Interested? You can find both My Soul to Take and My Soul to Save here, as well as My Soul to Lose, the free ebook prequel/teaser here.
