Death: An Exclusive Excerpt

 I'll be revealing the cover for Death (Deck of Lies, #3) in less than two weeks, and you've only got a little longer than that to wait for the book's release. Until then, I'm releasing this exclusive excerpt that you can't find anywhere else. Keep reading! 

     I nearly shouted with glee when I saw Fallon’s familiar curvy figure leaning against my locker door. She’s a little taller than me, but Fallon had a habit of slouching and turning her shoulders inward that made us almost look the same size -- at least vertically.
     “Where have you been?” I was so pleased, I leapt forward to give her a hug.
     “I wasn’t in the mood this morning,” she shrugged. “But I showed up in time for lunch. Thanks for not bailing on school again today.”
     “Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. I wasn’t feeling well.” It wasn’t really a lie. I’d been feeling terrible the last few days, but not in the way I was trying to suggest to Fallon.
     “Suuure.” She wasn’t buying it, anyway.
     “Listen, Fall, I need to borrow your car.” I finished shoving books into my locker and turned to look at her, straight into her vivid blue-green eyes so she would know how serious I was.
     “What? What for? Is something wrong with yours?”
     “No, not at all. In fact, you can take mine.” I reached into my Polo purse to pull out the keys and shoved them toward her.
     “Rain, what’s going on?” She didn’t reach to take them.
     “I can’t really explain right now, Fallon.” I took her right hand in mine and turned it face up so I could drop the keys inside. “Just hang onto them until I get back. I’ll meet you in the parking lot at the end of the school day. If something happens and I’m not back, just take the car for today and you can drive it to school tomorrow.”
     “Rain!” She tried to shove the keys back at me, but I’d crossed my arms. “I can’t take your car home. My mom will flip.”
     “Look, I’ll be back in time. She’ll never find out. Has it got gas in it? Where are your keys?”
     “Rain!”
     “Be quiet,” I hissed at her. “This is really important. It’s…it’s about Laurel, Fall.”
     “Laurel?” She looked down, hiding her expression with a curtain of long bluish-black hair. “Is it really, or are you just saying that?”
     “Fall,” I reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. “It is really about Laurel, and it is really important. I’ll be back in time. Wait for me.”
     “Okay. I guess.” I tried not to let her see me celebrate while she dug into her purse for the keys. Fallon held onto my hand after she slapped the keys inside, her bright gaze boring into me. “Not one scratch. And I want my seat put back the way I had it when you’re done.”
     “It’ll be just like I was never there,” I assured her. I sprang forward to give her a quick hug, then fled down the hall before she could change her mind. I would take Fallon’s car straight to the police station, explain everything to Edwards over the next two class periods, and then meet her when school let out for the day. The von Sheltons would never even know. It was a perfect plan.

     For once, everything seemed to work in my favor. I made it all the way to the parking lot without getting spotted, not even by another student who was sneaking away from school grounds, and saw Fallon’s tiny yellow Porsche convertible pretty quickly. She was parked way in the back, because she’d been late. I ran toward the car, weaving through the high-end automobiles that packed the student lot.
     Freedom was just a few steps away when I stepped into one of the wide lanes. My eyes were fixed on the distinct round headlights of Fallon’s Porsche, the keys gripped in my hand. Everything was going to be okay. I heard the squeal of tires at the same time the thought went whizzing through my head, and turned toward the noise instinctively.
     A Mercedes-Benz was barreling toward me at full speed. For a moment I was completely frozen, my legs turned to cement columns beneath me. The car was almost close enough to touch when I heard my own voice in my head, screaming at me to MOVE, and I jerked myself to the right.
     I hit the asphalt roughly, skinning a knee and the heel of my left hand as I went down on all fours. The car blew by me, and I realized how close I’d just come to certain doom. “Slow down!” I screamed, even though the vehicle had already reached the end of the lane and jerked into a screeching turn. I watched it as I picked myself up and tried to brush off my skirt, speeding down the lane next to me. At the end, the car wrenched into a left turn…and started coming down my lane again.

Writing 101: Are You Treating H Like a Vowel?

Do your characters wait for about an hour, or a hour? Does it make a difference that the word hour is pronounced without its H? Should I write that my books delve deeply into a history of a very deceitful family, or an history? Are you treating H like a vowel...and do you know any of the answers?

Why I Hate Words That Start with H

You might think every letter in the alphabet is equal, that all 26 of them are totally benign. The truth is, some of those letters are actually ticking time bombs -- and they may have already detonated inside your book. If you think Y is a tricky letter, you've never gone 10 rounds with the letter H.

The problem with H is that sometimes it audibly shows up to the word party, announcing itself loudly and proudly. Other times, it sneaks in with other letters uninvited. Before you know it, H has spiked the punch, set the carpet on fire and done who-knows-what to get A all bent out of shape. There goes your word party...now you're just breaking up fights between consonants and vowels. Before you know it, some reader's bound to call in the Grammar Police (and those guys are totally un-fun).

H is most troublesome when it starts off a word. Brits won't even pronounce it, and all the rest of us have to remember when it makes a noise and when it doesn't. In American English, H is always pronounced in words like hard, head, hand, hell, hair and heavy. It's sometimes pronounced in words like herb, but it's never pronounced in the words hour, homage or heiress. Words might have a hard H, a soft H, an H that can't make up its mind, or an H that pretends other letters aren't already in front of it (H totally takes the limelight in words like whose, for example, but never in why).

And when your H-word appears immediately after a single A, that's when all the trouble begins. It's common to say "an hour" and "an heiress," but the H never rears its ugly sound in those words. What about when you're using words with a hard H? Should you be writing "an history lesson" instead of "a history lesson?"

Do you treat H like a vowel all of the time, or only some of the time...and when do you know the difference?


A Heck of An Arduous Task

As we all know, the word "a" becomes "an" when it comes in front of a word that begins with a vowel. You have to write that your character picked up an apple and put down a banana. But what if she's eating ham or hummus instead?

It all depends on how she's pronouncing it, actually. Because ham starts with a hard H, your character can eat a ham...she can't eat an ham. The rule actually applies to every single word that starts with a vowel. You wouldn't write that after she eats her ham, she goes to the airport to get an one-way ticket, would you? The word one certainly begins with O (you don't need grammar tips to know that), but it's pronounced WON -- with a hard W sound.

So, if I'm writing a history of a deceitful family without an honorable bone between them, I might have a hard time with figuring out how to best present an H-word...and editing it for proper a and an usage is a headache. If you start having trouble with your a and an usage, just read your text aloud. The pronunciation that comes most commonly to you (herb instead of erb, for instance) is the one you ought to use for your read-along grammar check. Whatever sounds more natural to your ear is almost always the right decision.

Use an Online Grammar Checker to Perfect Your Work

I write a lot about grammar in my writing 101 posts, because it's always difficult. There are tons of rules in the English language, and they're pretty easy to forget. Every indie author has to proofread and edit their own work to make sure it's perfect, but it can't hurt to get a second opinion. Why can't that second opinion be a website?

Check Your Grammar Online

 If you're not sure about a certain sentence or a certain passage in your book, and it's something I haven't already covered in one of my writing 101 posts, an online grammar checker can provide a simple, quick spot-check. There are several of them online, not all of them free, but I like this one best. You simply highlight the text you're unsure about with your mouse, copy it, then paste it directly into the blank box on the site. The corrected text will appear in the second blank box, just beneath the first. Words that have been changed will be underlined in both passages.

It's a very convenient tool, but it's not at all a viable way to proofread your entire book. Most grammar checkers cannot handle huge chunks of text; anything more than two paragraphs probably won't go through the system smoothly. You could spend hours, even days, checking everything paragraph-by-paragraph. It's a huge waste of time, and you'll serve your work much better by proofing it yourself. But if you do have something tricky you want to double-check, an online grammar checker is an easy, quick solution.

If changes do need to be made to your work according to the grammar checker, make sure you know why. The more your own understanding of the rules of language expands, the better your writing will be. It's very easy to rely on Internet tools to do a lot of the work, and sometimes it might even be necessary, but it's the author's job to be the word expert. Don't let the Internet become a crutch, and don't let it keep you from understanding the craft of writing. Internet tools should be used to help you expand your knowledge, not to keep you from learning.

Kindlegraph Your Books

Traditional authors definitely have the edge on indie book writers. Their books are put in print as well as digital editions, and their books are available in book stores and libraries. But the gap between indies and traditionals is getting smaller and smaller all the time. With kindlegraph, indies don't even need to put their books on paper to give away signed copies of their work.

 eSignatures

What goes perfectly with an ebook? An esignature from the author, of course. If writers can sign their paper copies, why can't you sign electronic copies of your work? Kindlegraph says you can, and I'm fascinated by the service. 

Getting started is amazingly easy. Simply go to the site and sign in with your Twitter account. Look for the blue author sign up link at the bottom of the page, and get your Kindlegraph account all set up. The system may not recognize your name immediately, so you'll probably have to manually add your books. Doing so is quite easy; you just need to enter the ISBN or ASIN number of the book. You can add all your books to the system, and you'll be ready to go. 

Once you're signed in and you've added books, go right to your account and you'll find new requests for each of your books. It's a nice little addition of the system, and a chance for you to practice your kindlegraph. Once you're in the system, you're free to accept kindlegraph requests at will. Promote the service to let readers and fans know you're offering it, and you might be pleasantly surprised by autograph requests. You're not going to make money from it, but it is a very nice little extra you can offer to readers, and it takes you one step closer to all those more traditional authors out there.