Final Whisper Teaser
Well the Whisper launch is upon us.
10 days and counting.
What an amazing ride.
Sometimes, I actually pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming.
I’m a writer, who knew.
From a woman afraid to pen reviews because spelling and grammar are completely daunting; to having 2 books of my own published, and 2 more in the queue.
I love what I do. I hope you do too.
So, in the spirit of a launch, I’ll give you one final teaser.
Don’t forget to go out and buy your own copy of Whisper, A Lakeview Novel, on March 15th.
Happy Reading – Stacey
Halle shivered and ran her hands down her arms. For some reason she kept feeling like she was being watched. The hair on the back of her neck caught on the gold chain she always wore, sending a chill down her spine.
The trunk she had been going through for the last hour seemed devoid of anything that mattered; old receipts, kitchen menus, the occasional health pamphlet were the most noteworthy items. Boring. Halle yawned. Her arms hurt from sorting and her fingers were cramping. Maybe she should have stayed back in the dorm. When did Mr. Bowen say they could break for lunch? She wished Calum would come back. He made her laugh. Griffin did too, but it was more fun to see Calum and Leigh go at each other. They argued like third graders with a secret crush on each other.
Halle sat and rested her head in her hands, massaging her temples. For a second, she felt close to tears. What was wrong with her this morning? Ever since she stepped into the attic she felt off . . . distant, empty, raw. And when did it get so cold in here?
Leigh and Griffin laughed at a picture of the class of 1972. “Check out the afro.”
Something caught the corner of Halle’s eye and she turned toward the window. For an instant, she saw the face of a girl staring back at her from the other side of the glass. But they were in an attic four stories off the ground. Halle rubbed her eyes. The image was gone.
Someone said her name and she turned.
“Leigh, did you just call me?” Halle asked. It hadn’t sounded like Leigh’s voice, but Halle knew the sound definitely hadn’t come from a man.
“No, you almost done?”
Halle nodded and stood, stretching her legs. Both of her ankles made loud popping sounds.
“Halle . . .”
Halle froze, her heart suddenly pounding. This time Halle knew it couldn’t be Leigh, because she had been looking right at her and her mouth never moved.
“Did you hear that?”
“Never mind, this place just gives me the creeps, I guess.” Halle closed the lid to the trunk and sat down on it, holding her head in her hands again in an attempt to get her heart to stop pounding. A sudden surge of electricity pulsed through her body and she looked up. A pair of icy-blue eyes stared at her through the window pane.”
“Leigh?” Halle screamed.
Leigh rushed over to her. “What’s the matter, Halle?”
Halle gulped huge mouthfuls of stale attic air. Leigh sat down on the trunk next to her, draping her arm across Halle’s back; she took the extra elastic from her wrist and pulled Halle’s hair into a sloppy bun.
“I think I’m going crazy.” Halle started to shake. “I, I just—”
“God, you’re freezing,” Leigh interrupted, passing Halle her discarded sweatshirt. “Here, put this back on. Did you eat enough breakfast this morning?”
Halle sniffed. “No, I kind of forgot about eating. I was too excited about working up here with you.”
“Well, that was silly. Why don’t you rest for a couple of minutes, maybe open the window a little wider and get some fresh air. As soon as Griffin and I are done with these files I’ll go see if we can’t get something to eat.”
Halle glanced at the streaked glass, relieved to see nothing there this time. “Okay.”
Leigh squeezed her shoulder. “Be right back.”
Halle pushed the empty trunk farther from the window and took a deep breath. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. She should have eaten, Leigh was right. Her blood sugar had to be going crazy.
With a shaky hand, Halle pushed the window open. From the fourth floor peak she could see all the way across campus. Several students played hacky sack in a circle on the grassy quad below.
Halle brushed away a thick layer of dirt covering the floor below the window and kneeled on the newly exposed surface to watch. The fresh fall air felt warm against her clammy cheek. The worn gray plank under her knee creaked loudly, and Halle jumped back before the board could break, snagging her pants in the process. She fingered the newly torn hole and swore. Maybe she should just head back to bed and start the day all over again.
The clouds outside parted and sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating a wide gap between the floorboards in front of her. Halle ran her hand along the uneven boards and caught the corner of the plank with her index finger. The wood pulsated against her skin. Pulling on it, a section of the floorboard separated, exposing a small opening below.
Halle’s heart raced again. “Oh my God.” Her fingers brushed what felt like a book.
Leigh stepped from the file cabinet. “Hal?”
“You are not going to believe what I just found,” Halle said, dipping her hand into the rift.
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure.”