Wombstone by Jessica Roscoe!!!!

Title: Wombstone: A Vampireland Novel

Author: Jessica Roscoe

Genre:  YA Paranormal (Warning - Mature Readers only 15+. Book includes violence, swearing and sex scenes)

Publisher: Indiana Ink Publishing

Release Date: March 1^st, 2013

Edition/Formats available: Ebook

Synopsis: Mia Blake wasn’t the first girl to be taken by the vampires. She is kidnapped and held prisoner by Caleb, the world’s oldest and most powerful vampire. Turned against her will, Mia must find a way to free herself from Caleb’s grip and get back to those she loves. But defeating the world’s most powerful vampire isn't going to be easy…

AUTHOR BIO:
Jessica Roscoe is the author of Wombstone, a Young Adult paranormal novel. From a young age, she delighted in the written word and would often scare her poor parents with outlandish stories filled with the supernatural and macabre. Jessica studied film and screenwriting at university before deciding that novels were her calling. The setting for Wombstone was inspired by a six-month stint in the U.S. where she worked as a lifeguard at a summer camp in Mt Freedom, New Jersey. She is currently working on the next book in the Vampireland series. Her other loves in life include good quality tea, delicious wine, reading and hanging out with her husband and baby girl.


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EXCERPT

#`1

Once upon a time, I was just a girl. My name was Mia. I lived a long way away from here. I had a mother and a best friend and a boyfriend I was pretty sure I had fallen completely in love with. I lived most of the time in my dorm room at my high school, because despite any other excuse, I didn’t like to be alone.

I wasn’t the first girl that was taken.

Sure, I had heard all about the girls who were missing, and even though they were only ‘missing’ I knew in my heart that those girls were dead. And my heart scrunched up in agony for them, for their families, just for a moment. Until the thought was replaced by something else, something different, because I couldn’t bear to think about those poor dead girls any longer.

I felt sad for them. But more than that, I felt glad that they had been strangers – not someone I knew, and certainly not me. Things like that didn’t happen to girls like me.

They always happened to someone else, and that’s why I barely blinked as I made my way across an empty football field, through a snow–laden parking lot, to meet a fate I had arrogantly assumed was reserved for other people.

I was a stupid girl.

I paid for it.

#2

“What do you want?” I kept throwing questions at him. “Who are you?”

“You are here,” he answered. “If you keep asking questions, I’ll kill you.”

“You broke my nose,” I said accusingly, narrowing my eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, coming closer, peering at my nose. “I could punch you again, straighten it up?”

I pulled my head back, just out of his reach. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

“Do you need anything? More blankets?”

I stared incredulously at this teetering Jekyll and Hyde who wanted to punch me and get me a blankie in the same conversation. “I need to get home,” I said slowly, as if I were speaking to a moron. “I have my geometry final in two days.”

His tone was dry. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem anymore.”

Fear shot up my spine again. “Look” - I started.

“No, you look,” he said dangerously, putting a hot hand around my throat and squeezing. “I didn’t come in here to make casual conversation.”

I gasped and choked for air.

“Just do what you’re told. Cooperate. It will be over soon enough.”

I nodded, still choking. He released his grip and I fell to my knees, holding my throat with both hands. He waited, staring at me blankly, as I found the air to speak.

As I asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted answered.

“Are you going to kill me?”

He laughed, but his mask slipped a little, because he faltered. “Of course not.”

“Well then you’re pretty stupid,” I shot. “Letting me see your face. Your license plate. Your tattoo.” I pointed to the black, luminous symbol etched onto his wrist that looked like a pair of eagle’s wings.

“Are you trying to talk me into it?” he asked with a smirk.

I glared at him.

“I know what you’re doing, sweetie. You’re trying to provoke me.”

“How am I doing so far?”

He grinned like the smug bastard he was. “Terribly.”