Each Tuesday, I will share a snippet from one of my stories, along with three options. To enter, guess which of the three options the snippet is from.
Post your answer in the comments before Sunday evening at 5 p.m. CT. (You may respond here or on my Facebook page). Each Monday, I will randomly draw a name from all the correct answers and that person will win a $5 Amazon Gift Card. Winners will be announced in the next Tuesday Test Day post.
Last week’s winner is…
Leah St. James
Congrats!! Please email me and I will send your $5 gift card. Thank you for playing!
(The correct answer was “Death Notice” – Sorry, I know it was a tough one since they are in the same series. :))
Which of the below stories is this snippet from?
A grin played over his full lips. “I can’t say I’m fond of that adjective. Grim. Sounds sort of…repugnant. I’m just a reaper. Plain and simple.”
“Plain and simple? A reaper is plain and simple?” She shook her head, stalking away from him, then back. “You’re telling me you’re death? You take people’s souls? You’re a killer?”
He scowled. “A killer? Absolutely not. I’m not a killer.”
“Well, pardon me. Then why don’t you tell me how the hell this works.”
“It’s very complicated. There are rules and procedures—”
“Oh, so it’s like a job? You mean your job is to reap?” A bubble of hysteria worked its way up to her throat.
Was she really having this conversation? Had this guy actually just told her he was a reaper? Then again, would a ghost or a demon or whatever else she’d imagined be any easier to believe? Could this really be happening?
Wait. Maybe it wasn’t happening. Maybe she’d died the night of the beating, and she couldn’t move on because she hadn’t accepted it yet. Maybe nothing that happened since then had been real. Her body sagged with the realization.
He reached out as if to grab her, but let his hands fall.
“Am I dead?” she choked.
He shook his head. “No. No, you’re not dead.”
“I didn’t die the night of the beating?”
“No. You survived.”
A chill went over her flesh that was only partly due to the bite of the frigid air. She pulled her jacket more tightly around her. “Then why can I see you? What has happened to me?”
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