Wednesday, 17 February 2016

DIG THE DEMON'S GRAVE

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About the Book


Title: The Demon’s Grave
The Demon's Grave front cover draftAuthor: E.M. MacCallum
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
When strange shadows and messages plague Nora’s daily life she fears for her sanity. To escape questions from her family, Nora joins her friends on a weekend getaway. Despite not liking Aidan Birket, Nora finds his remote, Victorian house charming. Until they discover the marble doorway on the third floor and, against Nora’s better judgment, they open it.
Trespassing into an unfamiliar world called the Demon’s Grave, the group face a charismatic demon and six nightmarish Challenges as punishment. Those that make it to the end can go home, but those that don’t will be his forever. Friendships are tested, secrets revealed and sacrifices will be made.
Nora battles zombies, doppelgängers, eyeless bikers, and the demon—whose interests are more than just a game of cat and mouse. If it’s all in her head, then it should be easy. But, if not, it means the demon knows about her sticky past, and the death of her twin sister.
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Author Bio

EMMacCallum Author PhotoE.M. loves long walks through bookstores, Disney, horror movies/books, anything supernatural, and researching random facts. She lives by a lake out in the Canadian wilderness with internet access, her husband, and a rag-tag band of pets.
“The Demon’s Grave” trilogy came out mid-2015
“Zombie-Killer Bill” novella will be re-released 2015
If you’d like to know more, please visit: www.emmaccallum.com
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Book Excerpts
Excerpt #1 (Chapter One)

"Good idea," Phoebe said and changed the subject. "We should ask Aidan to come."
"Uh, no."
"He's cute."
"He's creepy."
Phoebe rolled her dark green eyes. "You're irrational."
"And you're pushy." I looked up at her and flashed teeth in a satisfied grin.
Phoebe sighed. "Touché. So, meet at lunch tomorrow and we'll figure it out? And, just so you know, Aidan's coming. Read's already asked him."
I faltered in my step. "Read is an asshole."
Phoebe grinned. "Told'ja. And we might not have to look for a place to camp."
Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder I started to slow as we reached my locker. I noticed Phoebe didn't carry anything with her. She rarely left the school with more than a few books at a time. "What do you mean? Did Robin get angry about Whitefish Lake again?"
Phoebe snorted. "Yes, but that's not it. Aidan says he has the perfect place."
Aidan Birket was coming. Something about that made my stomach drop. I never really liked Aidan and not knowing why was doubly frustrating. He wasn't mean, cruel, annoying, or any quality I can list that would stretch my dislike beyond instinct. There was something about him that was just off.
"What perfect place?" I asked, hearing the edge. I focused on the locker door instead of Phoebe.
"Wouldn't say. I guess we find out tomorrow." Phoebe leaned against the locker next to mine and stretched her arms over her head. Her olive tanned stomach was toned to perfection. I suppose wanting to get into physical education had benefits.
"You do that to make people jealous?" I asked and tugged down her white t-shirt. "You'll stop traffic."
Already there was an anonymous whistle from the crowd.
Grinning, Phoebe lowered her arms and jutted her chin at me. "What's that?"
To my horror, she was looking at my fist. A bit of paper poked out.
So much for a temporary distraction. "Nothing."
Dismal is the Demon's Grave. It didn't even make sense. Maybe it was someone with really similar handwriting and it somehow got stuck in my book.
Unless it wasn't my book. Students scattered their stuff across the library tables like they were prepping a picnic. Marly from my media class had been across from me this afternoon.
Dropping the backpack off my shoulder, it fell with a thud against the linoleum.
"You okay, Fuller?" Phoebe quirked a thin, yellow brow.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered and pulled the Writing for the Media book free.
"Are you missing something?"
Flipping the book open I saw my name scrawled at the top.
My shoulders slumped and hope whistled by. It must have been a prank. There was no point wasting time thinking about a stupid note with finals in a few weeks.
"Hey look." Phoebe's swan-like neck stretched. "It's your book, imagine that," she said flatly.
Part of me wanted to tell her what I'd found but if she mentioned any of it to my family I'd be wheeled off to the sanitarium. I wish that were a joke.
Until I could explain the note, I'd have to hide it.
Slipping the note in my jeans pocket I started stuffing the locker with books I didn't need. Slamming it shut I met Phoebe's eyes. "It's nothing," I said, hearing the darkness in my own voice. "You should go save Robin instead."
Looking past Phoebe I could see the petite former cheerleader arguing with a handsome, blonde guy from the football team. Phoebe had pointed him out once or twice. If someone was into sports, leave it to Phoebe to know who they were.
"That's weird," Phoebe said slowly, eyes narrowing.
I took advantage of Phoebe's distraction and slammed my locker shut. "I'll see you tomorrow!" Before she could speak, I bolted into the streaming crowd.
As much as I adored Phoebe, she'd never understand the note or my family.

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