PELICAN BAY:
JESSE GILES CHRISTIANSEN
Ahoy,
Mateys! Why did I just say that? And why do I keep hearing “AHHHRRRRRRRR!” in
my ear? And where’s the rattling of old bones coming from … and the smell of
seawater? I get it! It’s time for the Daily Book Giveaway. If you’re lucky, you too will have that
skeleton of a sea captain following you around because the gnarly Captain
Shelby is at the heart of a story that’ll shiver your timbers and make you
wince in fright! PELICAN BAY is a
chiller-mystery concocted by the delectably twisted mind of Jesse Giles Christiansen! He’s an
up-and-coming author that’s causing a lot of people to move inland after
reading this harrowing tale!
Jesse is offering ONE
PRINT and ONE ECOPY of PELICAN BAY, but he’s not
done! With just a little pressure applied to the arm being twisted around his
back, he also agreed to give a sneak preview of his new bestseller called GOTH TOWN and wrote a story to get us even more
paranoid in this most terrifying of seasons! It’s called THE NIGHT THAT NIGHTTIME CAME BACK! So Captain Shelby
be damned! Let’s launch this giveaway!!!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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PELICAN BAY (The Captain Shelby Trilogy Book 1)
“Christiansen
offers a tale sure to entrance readers—a story of love and wisdom and the
mystery of a forgotten graveyard under the waters of PELICAN BAY.”” – Man Martin, author
of Paradise Dogs
Some
things are better left alone…
After
Ethan Hodges discovers an undersea cemetery just off the beach of Pelican Bay,
South Carolina, he seeks answers from a grandfatherly fisherman named Captain
Shelby. The captain wants the past to remain buried, and he warns Ethan to stay
away. But Ethan doesn't listen.
Ethan's
best friend and secret love interest, Morgan Olinsworth, joins in the
investigation, unearthing intriguing secrets about the mysterious fisherman.
When Captain Shelby is suspected of murder and disappears, a manhunt ensues,
revealing a truth that unnerves everyone in Pelican Bay.
GOTH TOWN
SNEAK PREVIEW: Coming November 6th, 2014
GOTH TOWN THEME SONG:
THE
NIGHT THAT NIGHTTIME CAME BACK
by JESSE GILES CHRISTIANSEN
But
one day she came back, in the middle of the month of ghosts.
Her
name was Nighttime, because she first came in the night, from the black,
squalid streets of a disappearing neighborhood. My brothers and I agreed on the
name immediately, as if we were all whispered it by destiny. She was shiny as
all black cats seem to be, perhaps radiating in rebellion against the tyranny
of the Curse of October. But she was fluffy, too; we thought she was touched by
Persia. She loved to jump this way and that, much like a distant cousin of a
sunburnt crab tangoing with a naughty shore.
One
morning I awakened and went outside to play with Nighttime.
But
she was gone.
We
waited for days, cried tears like child parents losing a child. “She’ll come
back,” I said. “She’s just sewing her wild oats,” my mother said. “What if a car
got her?” my brother said.
The
heavy days blackened as they trudged on, hurling for October like desperately
lonely spooks.
When
she came back it was a mid-October night. I don’t remember the exact date. Were
it not for the gigantic, orange moon, it would have been too black to see
anything. The night even veiled the few meager street lamps.
We
were sitting on the worn step telling that ghost story about the man with the
golden arm. After a friend murders the man and amputates his golden arm,
becoming quite rich, not a night passes afterwards when he does not hear that
hoarse whisper surfing the wind, “Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden
arm?”
After
I told the story, my brother and I sat in the orange-black night and listened
for the golden-armed man’s voice, goose bumps riddling our flesh as if we might
dissolve into Halloween ghosts ourselves. But we didn’t hear the man’s
voice—only a meow—more of a blood-rippling howl—very low and surreal, as if
born of that crawling night.
“Do
you hear that?” I asked.
“Yes,”
my brother said. “Could it be Nighttime?”
“But I
thought you said she got hit by a car?”
We
looked at each other with eyes as big as that moon.
I saw
her first. She looked eternally wet as she shimmied up the old sidewalk. Her
once fine coat of black hair was sullied and matted, and there was a whimper as
she crept toward us, orange moonlight lending her the appearance of a jagged
cat crayon-drawn by a possessed kindergartener.
“Nighttime?
Is that you, Sweetie?” I said.
Just
that spine-tingling howl.
“I wouldn’t
touch her if I were you.”
“Poor
thing. She needs a bath.”
“Don’t
do it.”
“Look,
she’s fine. She’s purring now,” I said, stroking her hideous coat and shaking
the violently shedding hair from my hand.
“Leave
her alone,” my brother said. “I don’t trust her.”
It’s
amazing how deep a cat’s teeth can sink, and how feline rage can whip up from
nowhere like a Kansas tornado summoned by the Wicked Witch of the West.
I
still hold the crescent-shaped scar in the palm of my hand today.
My
brother kicked her.
“Don’t
do that! Why did you do that?”
Off
she ran.
And
that car. How I wanted to murder the driver. After all, he did have the orange
moon to lead his way.
And
the night-kidnapped street lights.
Happy
Halloween,
Jesse
Giles Christiansen.
CONTEST CLOSED -- WINNERS POSTED ON FB EVENT PAGE!
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3. That's it! All names will be put into Random.org at 8 PM this evening. Winner's will be posted on FB!
GOOD LUCK!!!
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