Dancing
with a Dead Horse
Danielle
DeVor
Genre: YA Thriller
Publisher: Eirelander Publishing
Date of Publication: April 30, 2014
Word Count: 65,104
Cover Artist: Buffi BeCraft
Book Description:
Sometimes lullabies aren’t
soothing; they’re deadly.
Sixteen-year-old, Jason Miller,
wants three things: to become a professional Mixed Martial Arts fighter,
graduate from high school, and avoid his mother’s ballet classes.
When he finds the body of the
most popular girl in school, he has a major freak-out session, and then calls
911. But if finding a body wasn’t bad enough, when a horse doll made of human
skin and hair is found in his locker, the entire town accuses Jason of the
murder.
As the body count rises, so does
the hostility. Jason is left with a choice: To run and hide or to clear his
name and find out why the killer is targeting him before it’s too late.
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Excerpt:
Palomino
Living in a
small town is like living in a bubble. Everything seems to go the way it has
for eons, until something comes along and POP! The bubble bursts. That’s when
mass panic sets in.
The panic
doesn’t come immediately. Usually, it takes some loser redneck with a chip on
his shoulder to say something like, “Kyle Crabtree has always been weird. Weird
ain’t good.” And the next thing you know it all goes to h*ll and poor Kyle has
a mob surrounding his house demanding justice. Unfortunately, Kyle has no idea
what’s going on. Then, they drag him out of his house. If Kyle is lucky, they
don’t beat him to death.
Thank God, I’m
not Kyle.
My name is Jason
Miller and I almost died today. Believe me, it sucked. All I wanted was a
normal life, instead, I ended up with a giant mess.
But, today
wasn’t the beginning. It all started about six weeks ago…
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“Jason,” Mom
said. We were in the kitchen. She had done a lot of work to it over the years.
The formerly green metal cabinets were replaced with white wooden ones, and the
sink was made of some type of soapstone. She’d spent hours trying to decide on
the right colors, the right design, but I never really paid much attention.
Kitchens just weren’t my thing. Not that I really paid much attention to the
rest of the house either, but that was beside the point. I looked up from my
cereal. She was wearing her do-what-I-say-mister-or-you’ll-be-sorry look. Her
brown hair was pulled back into this severe bun. It was so tight that it seemed
to stretch her eyebrows up towards the top of her skull. People said I looked
like her. I guess it was the brown hair and blue eyes. Who knew what I’d done
this time. Mom was kind of obsessive compulsive.
About
the Author:
Danielle DeVor spent her early
years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many
times. After living briefly in Baton
Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write. When not writing and reading about weird
things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a
mocha frappuccino.
Twitter: @sammyig
Blog: http://danielledevor.wordpress.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/DanielleDeVor
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