Friday, January 18, 2013

Shrapnel Blog Tour: Excerpt

Welcome to today's Evernight Teen blog tour stop for Stephanie Lawton's SHRAPNEL. I'm excited to be able to share an excerpt from Stephanie's newest book with you guys today. Happy Reading!


“Jesus, it’s creepy out here,” Jake whispers.
I guess he’s right. To a normal person, the shadows cast by the full moon would send the blood racing. Wind rushing through millions of live oak leaves would make you shiver. And being outside after midnight on haunted grounds would feel … wrong. Illegal.
Not to me. I never feel so alive as when I’m confronting the unknown. There’s nothing more beautiful and peaceful than a world asleep under a glowing moon. No one analyzing my every move, no cameras in my face. Just me and the spirits who have kept me company my whole life. Jackson said he likes strong girls. I wonder if Jake does too, or if he thinks I’m a freak for getting off on this. He’s here with me, and not with Ashley. Is that my answer? I shouldn’t care so much.
“I want to start by the tree,” I tell him. “Remember earlier when the Ovilus kept saying tree over and over? That’s got to mean something.”
“How do you know it’s this tree?”
“Dude, you’re questioning the psychic?” I punch his arm. He digs the Ovilus and K-II out of his pockets, handing the former to me.
“So …” He kicks an acorn across the sidewalk. “What do you think happens when we die?”
I go slack and tilt my head. “Really? You’re asking me now? You wanna know the meaning of life, too?”
He stares after the acorn he just assaulted. “I know, it’s just, this weekend has gotten me thinking. I mean, Ashley’s freaking about her brother, and Ethan is dead but he’s still in this house. And the whole church thing she brought up. I don’t have that much experience with actual ghosts, so … it’s a bit much.”
I ignore him and circle the tree a couple times, gazing up into its shadowy branches. A quick movement to my left catches my eye. A shape flies out of the dark and straight at my face.
“Shit!”
Jake doubles over in laughter. “Watch out for those killer squirrels, Dylan. God’s punishing you for ignoring my question.”
I point right at his nose. “And that right there is why I don’t want to talk about it.”
“God’s army of killer squirrels?”
“Ha-ha.”
Jake’s doing that squinty thing people do when they want to ask a serious question but don’t want to be all heavy. “You think he punishes people?”
“I know it.”
“Want to explain?”
“Nope.” I am not having this conversation. The memories start poking their way to the surface.
“C’mon, you can’t leave me hanging like that. Does it have to do with the cross shape branded on your thigh?”
Anger. It whips through me faster than I can think, scorching my nerves and setting my scar on fire. “Just shut up, okay?”
“Easy, Dylan. You want to talk about it? Is it, like, some weird cult initiation or something? You a closet Jesus freak?”
“You think I did this to myself?” I rub my thumb over my thigh. The memory of that day makes me tremble.
Jake’s eyes widen. “You’re terrified. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought—”
“What? You’d pry into my business? Make the freak talk?”
“Dylan—”
“Fine. You want to know? I was in the bathroom at school. Four girls came in. They dragged me into the handicapped stall, pinned me to the floor and pulled down my pants. One took off her cross necklace and heated it with a lighter. Then she pressed it into my leg while her friends sat on my arms and legs and laughed. Now I have a scar. Happy?”
“God, Dylan.”
“Exactly. God. He and I aren’t on such great terms.”
“They did that because you see spirits?”
“That’s one reason.”
“There’s more?”
He has no idea. And if I can help it, he never will. “Look, I didn’t come out here to talk. You want that, hit up Ashley. I’m sure she’d be happy to help you out. I came here to investigate. You’re free to do whatever the hell you want. Just stop asking questions.”
Jake runs his fingers through his messy hair and kicks another acorn. “I’m sorry, Dylan.”
“Yeah, fine. You ready?”
He nods. “Show time.”
Slowly, I turn the knob on the Ovilus.
Tree. Tree. Bad.
Jake and I stare at each other with matching expressions. Then the Ovilus pipes up again with a different word.
Run.

About The Book:


It’s been six years since Dylanie and her family visited a Civil War site and the place came alive with cannon fire. Problem was, no one could hear it but her.
Now she’s sixteen, her dad’s moved out, her mom’s come out of the closet and Dylan’s got a spot on Paranormal Teen, a reality TV show filming at historic Oakleigh Mansion. She’ll spend a weekend with two other psychic teens—Jake and Ashley—learning how to control her abilities.

None of them realized how much their emotional baggage would put them at the mercy of Oakleigh’s resident spirits, or that they’d find themselves pawns in the 150-year-old battle for the South’s legendary Confederate gold. Each must conquer their personal ghosts to face down Jackson, a seductive spirit who will do anything to protect the gold’s current location and avenge a heinous attack that destroyed his family.

Publication date: January 2013 by Evernight Teen: http://www.evernightteen.com/


Author bio:



After collecting a couple English degrees in the Midwest, Stephanie Lawton suddenly awoke in the deepest reaches of the Deep South. Culture shock inspired her to write about Mobile, Alabama, her adopted city, and all the ways Southern culture, history and attitudes seduce the unsuspecting.  
A lover of all things gothic, she can often be spotted photographing old cemeteries, historic buildings and, ironically, the beautiful beaches of the Gulf Coast. She also has a tendency to psychoanalyze people, which comes in handy when creating character profiles.

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