My next novel Chasing Mercy, which has nothing to do with my Transformed series, is going to be released next month! In it we meet Mercy who cheats Death and finds him chasing her, not willing to let her go.
This is the first preview of Chasing Mercy, an excerpt from the first chapter, when Mercy first discovers that escaping death might not be as easy as she first thought.
About Chasing Mercy
The summer after graduation should have been the most exciting time of Mercy’s life.
Instead, on the way to an exciting overseas trip, she barely survives an accident that kills the rest of her family. As soon as she’s released from the hospital, a creepy hooded figure wearing black skinny jeans begins to chase her.
At home, Mercy experiences other ghostly encounters. Kit, her neighbor who happens to run a paranormal blog, thinks that her brush with death has made her more sensitive to life on the other side. She discovers that the creepy hooded figure is holding her dad’s ghost captive so she enlists the help of Kit to rescue her dad from the ghost who’s chasing her.
Something caught my eye at the edge of my line of sight. I turned my head slightly and looked to the side as far as I could. There was a guy standing by a wall with a black hoodie pulled up over his head. I couldn’t see his face because the hood covered it almost completely. He was wearing black skinny jeans and black shoes as well—were those Converse?
Even though he was in all black, he clearly didn’t fit in at the funeral. Nobody else acted as if they even saw him. I felt as though he was staring directly at me. I couldn’t see his eyes, so I didn’t know for sure, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me.
I looked back up toward the service and tried to listen again. One of my uncles was sharing some stories with tear-filled laughter. I recognized the story that he was sharing at that moment and smiled at the memory. My heart ached at the loss.
My feeling of being watched remained. I looked out of the corner of my eye again and saw that guy was still standing by the wall, this time facing me directly. Couldn’t anyone else see him?
Chills ran through me from my head to my toes. All that the creepy guy needed was a sickle, and he could be the Grim Reaper. My heart stopped at the thought.
Could he actually be a spirit coming after me? Was he mad that I’d escaped, and lived through the accident? My heart sped up, and soon it was the only thing I could hear.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I stopped looking at him from out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to face him. I still couldn’t see his face, but he nodded his hooded head at me.
The blood drained from my face and I turned to the front again. He was staring at me. There was no question about it now. Keeping my head forward, I looked at him from out of the corner of my eye again.
I nearly jumped out my seat. Now he was standing at opposite side of the pew, staring right at me. He was practically touching the woman sitting at the other end of the pew in front of it, but she didn’t notice. He was so close that if she had seen him, she definitely would have moved away. Nobody else paid him any attention either.
My heart raced even faster as I considered my options.