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The
moment seventeen-year-old Samantha Thompson crawls out of her grave, her second
chance at life begins. She died of cancer with her long-time boyfriend, Ethan,
by her side—a completely unfair shot at life. But Ethan found a way to bring
her back, like he promised he would. Only Sam came back wrong.
She's
now a monster that drains others' lives to survive. And after she kills, she’s
tortured by visions—glimpses into her victims would-have-been futures had she
not killed them. Barely able to live with herself and trying to make things
right, Sam ends up a pawn in a vicious game of payback within the local coven
of witches.
But
when the game reveals what Ethan had to do to save Sam, she must make a choice
that will change all their lives forever.
Kelly Hashway grew up reading R.L. Stein’s Fear Street novels and writing stories of her own, so it was no surprise to her family when she majored in English and later obtained a masters degree in English Secondary Education from East Stroudsburg University. After teaching middle school language arts for seven years, Hashway went back to school and focused specifically on writing. She is now the author of three young adult series, one middle grade series, and several picture books. She also writes contemporary romance under the pen name Ashelyn Drake. When she isn’t writing, Hashway works as a freelance editor for small presses as well as for her own list of clients. In her spare time, she enjoys running, traveling, and volunteering with the PTO. Hashway currently resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, and two pets.
The car stopped, and Ethan’s hand
slipped from mine. I turned to him, blinking against the fluorescent lights of
the gas station.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to
wake you. I just needed to get some gas and a few things from the convenience
store. There’s no food at the cottage. I thought I’d grab some crackers and
soda. Stuff like that. I’ll even see if they have black licorice for you. I
know you love it.”
I nodded and started for my seat
belt.
“No. You stay.” Ethan opened his door
and stepped outside. I let my hair fall across my shoulders, trying to warm
myself against the night air. “I’ll be right
back.”
The trunk opened, and a moment later,
Ethan opened my door, handing me one of his sweatshirts. “Here, you look
cold.”
I smiled. “Thanks.” He knew me so
well. I watched him walk inside the store and heard the soft click
of the car locking again. He wasn’t taking any chances with me. I
knew he’d protect me from anything. He’d already protected me from death. He
was my every- thing now. I would never see my family or friends again. I had to
start over. The thought terrified me, but at least I had Ethan by my
side.
I hugged the sweatshirt to my body. I
was too tired to actually put it on, and, this way I could breathe in Ethan’s
scent while I kept warm. I inhaled deeply at first, and then my breaths became
shallow, which was weird considering how tired I felt. I yawned. Exhaustion
overwhelmed me. Apparently it took a lot of energy to return from the
dead.
I leaned my head on the window,
hoping the cool glass would keep me awake, but my head spun, making me dizzy.
My arms and legs tingled with the sensation of pins and needles. I felt like I
had a million spiders crawling all over me. I threw the sweatshirt off me and
onto the floor. My arms were bare. No spiders. But the feeling didn’t go away.
I panicked. The walls of the car were caving in on me. The air around me was
tight, strangling me.
I searched the convenience store
windows for Ethan, but all I saw was a guy in a cowboy hat, and a woman taking
her little boy to the bathroom. Where was Ethan? The lightheadedness was
getting worse—more intense. My breathing was labored. In a panic, I reached for
the door handle. It took me a moment to remember it was locked, but when I
finally got it open,
I stumbled out of the car into the fresh air. I gulped oxygen into my lungs, hoping it would make me feel better, but it didn’t.
I was suffocating. Life was draining
out of me. I collapsed to my knees, skinning them against the pavement.
Wheezing, I crawled forward, trying to reach the convenience store door. Trying
to reach Ethan. I needed help. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but it
felt like I was dying...again.
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