About the Author
Kimber Leigh Wheaton is a bestselling YA author with a soft spot for sweet romance. In addition to
writing, she works as an editor for two publishers as well as select indie authors. She is married to her soul mate, has a teenage son, and shares her home with three dogs and lots of dragons. Kimber Leigh is addicted to romance, video games, superheroes, villains, and chocolate—not necessarily in that order. (If she has to choose, she’ll take a chocolate covered superhero!) Winner of the 2014 Rising Star Award at the BTS Red Carpet Awards in NOLA.
Excerpt From Twisted Sister
“Huge EMF spike!” Carl shouts, waving
the EMF detector in the air.
That’s it. I can’t wait for Raven any
longer. Mr. Kincaid’s voice echoes in my ears, calling me stupid for rushing in
not knowing what’s in there. I’m in charge of this fiasco… I never should’ve
let her run in without more information. Steeling my shoulders, I cross the
threshold into the house.
I stop and survey the scene in seconds,
taking in the ridiculous amount of damage. The living room is trashed: sofa
overturned, lamps broken on the floor, and the front window shattered by the
flying armchair. No sign of Raven, but the girls said they were using the board
in the kitchen. As I walk down the hall toward the back of the house, a ceramic
figurine flies at me. I duck just in time as it grazes the top of my hair. I’m
finding it difficult to believe spirits summoned from a spirit board by
amateurs could be this powerful.
The family room is in a similar state to
the living room. When I spy the sixty-inch TV on the floor in a smashed mess my
heart thumps faster. These are powerful spirits or maybe even a rogue gang.
That TV had to weigh over one hundred pounds, and it’s a good twelve feet from
the entertainment center. No sign of Raven in here either.
A fierce wind blows from the kitchen, slamming
me against the wall. So much power. None of this makes any sense!
“Raven.” I try to call out, but my voice
comes out a hoarse croak.
My body is freed as the wind dies down,
and I race toward the kitchen. Something shoves me from behind, sending me reeling
across the tile floor. I manage to rotate myself at the last second so my
shoulder impacts the wall instead of my head. The wind stops the moment I hit
the wall. As I rub my sore shoulder, a loud scream pierces the silence. My
stomach drops at the sheer terror echoing in that scream. Raven.
Leaping to my feet, I search the large
kitchen for her. When my eyes land on her, I blink a few too many times. This
shouldn’t be possible.
“Hang on, Raven,” I call out to her form
suspended in midair near the ceiling.
“Hang on? Really?” Her arms are splayed
out to the sides. Though she tries to project confidence with her words, I can
tell from her face that she’s terrified.
“Release her at once!” I yell at the
invisible spirits. “She has done nothing to you.”
“Don’t you think I already tried that?”
Raven bites out in between gasping breaths.
“St. Michael, the archangel, def—” I
start the prayer, but something crashes into me, knocking the wind from my
lungs as I’m slammed into the floor. It takes a few dazed seconds to realize it’s
Raven’s body crushing me. “Can you move?”
“I don’t know.” She rolls off me despite
her words, groaning. “Those damned spirits. Madder than cornered rattlesnakes.”
“I can’t feel anything but intense
hatred and fury.” I push to my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my side.
After hauling Raven up by the arm, I drag her toward the back door.
“Wait!” she yells, yanking her arm away.
“The board.” Raven disappears beneath the long oak table. A few seconds later,
she pops out holding the spirit board.
“Come on,” I shout when I feel the
spirits returning for round two. “Crap, too late.” An invisible force plows
into me, pushing me back into the unforgiving wall. “Raven, run!”
Something hits me in the ribs, banging
my body into the wall once, twice, three times. My head spins from the impact.
At least Raven made it out. A white mist fills my vision, and I blink several
times. It doesn’t go away, only becomes sharper, more focused. Her form is
wispy, ethereal. She would be beautiful were her lips not turned into a vicious
sneer. I lay on the ground, waiting for her to make her move while she floats
around me.
My Thoughts:
I love the cover, it goes very well with the first book in the series, Tortured Souls. I loved Tortured Souls and it came out just in time to put me in the Halloween mood and I am so glad the sequel is coming out around the same time. This series is the perfect ghostly Halloween read, or for anytime you want to curl up with a spooky read.
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