I am so excited that DEAD GIRLS DON'T DANCE by H.G. Lynch is
available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard
about this wonderful book by Author H.G. Lynch, be sure to check out all the
details below.
This blitz also includes a
giveaway for a super cute sugar skull clutch, courtesy of H.G. and Rockstar
Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the
bottom of this post.
About the Book:
Author: H.G.
Lynch
Pub. Date: November
2, 2018
Publisher: H.G.
Lynch
Formats: eBook
Pages: 33
What
would you do if you woke up dead?
Gabriella
remembers only parts of dying. She knows when she wakes up in a casket that she
didn't survive the crash.
But
being dead doesn't mean she can't enjoy the afterlife.
Antonio
is mysterious, lonely, and charming. Fortunately, he's dead too.
With
only two days before the end of the Day of the Dead festival, they have to
figure out how to catch a murder, avoid the Grim Reaper, and get their Spirits
to the Other Side before the Gate - between the living world and the realm of
the dead - closes for another year.
Book Trailer:
Excerpt:
I felt dead. I couldn’t tell
you exactly what it felt like, but I knew the moment I woke up that I wasn’t
alive anymore. It was a sort of inner silence, the lack of my body’s natural
mechanisms ticking and tocking – no heartbeat, no gurgling stomach, no wheezy
lungs.
Scattered around my casket were
bouquets of flowers – rich golden marigolds and butter yellow chrysanthemums.
The air smelled of their sweet perfume, and of sugar.
I sat up, my body stiff and cold.
Looking around, I saw I was surrounded by headstones, each garnished generously
with orange flowers, fine decanters of wine or brandy, and plates of cookies
shaped like skulls.
The cemetery was also full of people. Men
and women with brightly painted faces, in lavish clothing, knelt by the
headstones, chatting, drinking, and sharing food. As far as I could tell, mine
was the only open grave.
Curious, and tired of sitting in a
hard casket, I tried to stand. But my body wouldn’t co-operate. It was like I
had no balance. Grabbing onto the sides of the casket, I carefully got my legs
under me, and then used the side of the hole to pull myself up.
It was easier than I expected to
haul myself up over the lip of the hole and onto the grass. It was as if the
muscles in my arms didn’t care how much I weighed.
Sitting on the edge of my own
grave, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed me climbing out of the
hole, but nobody was looking my way.
About H.G.:
H.G. Lynch is a Paranormal Romance author from
Scotland. She is an avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days
writing, while wrestling her cat off her laptop. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek,
and snow.
Her books are dark paranormal romances.
Giveaway
Details:
1 winner will win a sugar skull clutch.
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