Today we’re revealing
not one, but two covers for upcoming books by Sara Hantz. In the Blood releases November 5 and Will the Real Abi Saunders Please Stand Up? releases May 6, 2014.
Purchase Links: Coming soon
Book Blurb: For seventeen years
Jed Franklin’s life was normal. Then his father was charged with the abuse and
murder of four young boys and normal became a nightmare.
His mom’s practically
a walking zombie, he’s lost most of his friends, and the press camps out on his
lawn. The only things that keep him sane are his little sis; his best friend
and dream girl, Summer; and the alcohol he stashes in his room. But after Jed
wakes up from a total blackout to discover a local kid has gone missing—a kid
he was last seen talking to—he’s forced to face his greatest fear: that he
could somehow be responsible.
In a life that’s
spiraled out of control, Jed must decide if he chooses his own destiny with
Summer by his side or if the violent urges that plagued his father are truly in
the blood…
Chapter
One
Pedophile: Noun
An adult who is
sexually attracted to children.
Scum.
Sleazeball.
Creep.
Loser.
Lowlife.
Asswipe.
Dad.
Chapter
Two
Benjamin Franklin. My Dad.
Not that Benjamin
Franklin.
That
Benjamin Franklin.
Pedophile and murderer.
Freaked out?
Did you even know a
bastard like that could lead a regular life?
With a wife and two
children. A son and a daughter. No, nor did we. Until it was too late.
Too fucking late.
The numbing shock
when he was arrested. The disbelief. The conviction that the police had gotten
it wrong. Way wrong. Even in the face of damning evidence, we knew that the
truth would come out. That the evidence got switched. That there was a cover
up, or something.
Something.
Then the police found
locks of hair belonging to each of those dead boys, so well hidden in the
little trinket box my dad’s mom gave him on her deathbed.
Then we knew. Really knew.
And that’s when our
lives changed.
Forever.
Author: Sara Hantz
Genre: Young Adult
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Book Blurb: Abi Saunders might be
a kickboxing champion, but when it comes to being the center of attention,
she’d rather take a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus any day. So when her
trainer convinces her to audition to be the stunt double for hot teen starlet
Tilly Watson, Abi is shocked—and a little freaked out—when she gets the job.
Being a stunt double
is overwhelming, but once the wig and makeup are on, Abi feels like a different
person. Tilly Watson, to be exact. And when Tilly’s gorgeous boyfriend, Jon,
mistakes Abi for the real star, Abi's completely smitten. In fact, she’s so in
love with her new life, it isn’t long before she doesn’t have time for her old
one.
But when the cameras
are turned off, will she discover running with the Hollywood A-list isn’t quite
the glamorous existence she thought it was?
“Abi, for God’s sake,
concentrate,” Zak shouts. “Fairies don’t look like elephants when they fly.
Legs together, arms graceful, and glide. Please.”
My cheeks are crimson
and I want to die. I know he’s the director and has the right to holler, but
doesn’t he understand that the louder he is the worse I am? We must have gone
over this move fifty times and I still can’t get it. And I know, without even
looking, the other guys have lost it with me. It’s easy for them but I’m a
kick-boxer, not a freakin’ acrobat.
And now Zak’s saying
something to one of the crew. Let’s all guess what it is: get rid of the silly girl. We couldn’t get anyone more incompetent if
we tried. In fact a monkey could do better.
Well, he’s right, a
monkey could do better. Then again, a monkey wouldn’t need to wear a harness
that cuts badly into its thighs so it can fly across the room. We’re doing wire
work, the one thing I was looking forward to. Ha. What a laugh that is.
At least we’re not
filming yet. This is just the rehearsal or, as they say, ‘prepping’. We’re in
one of the studios that’s full of equipment with pulleys and wires. I’ve no
idea how it all works, except that it keeps me up in the air. I thought we’d be
doing this outside but it seems they film wire work stuff indoors against a big
screen, and then edit to make it look like it’s outside by dropping in a
background. As Mom would say: “the wonders of modern science”.
What I’m doing is
really basic stuff, nothing like the things they did on the Matrix. Which it
wouldn’t be, obviously. I remember reading that those actors had months and
months of kung fu training even though most of the stunts were done by stunt
men.
Right. This is it.
I’m going to really concentrate. I will not be beaten. I can do this. It’s not
hard.
I’m
a graceful fairy,
I’m
a graceful fairy,
I’m
a graceful fairy.
“Ready,” I call, for
the first time feeling confident of success.
The technician holds
up his thumb so I know we’re about to go. I take a deep breath, point my toes,
bring my legs together and hold out my arms at a forty-five degree angle. So
far, so good. I swallow hard as I begin to move.
Yay, I’m doing it.
I’m actually doing it. Please let Zak say
it’s ok.
“Hu-fucking-ray,”
booms Zak’s voice. “At last, she’s got it.”
I’ve done it. I’ve
actually done it. I can do wirework. And even Zak’s sarcastic tone can’t spoil
it.
A loud crash,
sounding like someone slamming the door, gives me a start and I jerk backwards.
My legs splay and I lose all control of my body, until suddenly I’m hanging
upside down.
This so isn’t
happening to me. My hair flops into my eyes and my arms dangle in mid-air. And
let’s not even think about how shallow my breathing is.
Crap.
After what seems like
an eternity (which is probably only a few seconds) someone starts a slow
handclap. And here’s me thinking it couldn’t get any worse.
I figure it’s Zak and
wait for everyone to join in. Except they don’t.
The silence is
deafening. Until…
“Look at that crazy
bitch. You’re surely not expecting her to be my double.”
Tilly Winters in the
flesh. And none too happy to see me!
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