Today I’m part of a virtual excerpt tour for paranormal suspense author Donna Galanti for her novel A Human Element.
During her virtual excerpt tour, Donna
will be awarding a $50 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter. If you want to be entered in the contest, leave your e-mail address with your comment. And if you want to increase your chances of winning, stop by other tour stops and do the same thing!
suspense novel A Human Element (Echelon
Press). Donna has a B.A. in English and a background in marketing. She is a
member of International Thriller Writers, Horror Writers Association, The
Greater Lehigh Valley Writers Group, and Pennwriters. She lives with her family
in an old farmhouse in PA with lots of nooks, fireplaces, and stinkbugs but
sadly, no ghosts. Visit her at: http://blog.donnagalanti.com/wp/
Armstrong’s friends and adoptive family members are being murdered, and despite
her unique healing powers, she can do nothing to stop it. The savage killer
haunts her dreams, tormenting her with the promise that she is next. Determined
to find the killer, she follows her visions to the site of a crashed
meteorite–her hometown. There, she meets Ben Fieldstone, who seeks answers about
his parents’ death the night the meteorite struck. In a race to stop a mad man,
they unravel a frightening secret that binds them together. But the killer’s
desire to destroy Laura face-to-face leads to a showdown that puts Laura and
Ben’s emotional relationship and Laura’s pure spirit to the test. With the
killer closing in, Laura discovers her destiny is linked to his and she has two
choices–redeem him or kill him.
Britton spat out a brittle laugh that turned into a hacking cough. He took
another drink. “And this.” He shook his glass at them. “This is
how I live with myself. But delivering Laura here was my saving grace. I would
have killed myself long ago.” His face sagged and he put his drink down on
the edge of the end table. The glass teetered and fell on the floor, splashing
whiskey up his leg. Tears rolled down his wrinkled face.
should have killed yourself, old man,” Ben said. “You don’t deserve
Britton cried harder, soaking his whiskey-stained shirt.
am not your saving grace,” Laura said to the doctor, bent over in
the recliner. She felt no pity for him, only anger. “Where is my
don’t know. We delivered him to the man waiting outside.”
eyes. “I just called him the man in black.”
What did he look like?” Ben shook him again and then let go. He slumped
back in the chair. “We’ll have to come back. He’s passed out.”
looked at Ben.
to the car outside. Ben started to drive away when a hand clamped down on his
shoulder. He jumped, braking hard. Laura screamed. They both turned around
fast, Ben with his fist ready to hit.
his bright green eyes.