Today, I am so thrilled to be sharing the exclusive cover reveal for The Devil You Know by Trish Doller, as well as an excerpt and a GIVEAWAY that includes all three of Trish’s books — Something Like Normal, Where the Stars Still Shine, and one of the first ARCs of The Devil You Know.
Are you read for the cover?
No, really. Are you ready?
Well, okay then. Here it is:
Gorgeous, no? And so, so perfect (I think) for this thrilling new YA novel. Here is the official synopsis:
Eighteen-year-old Arcadia wants adventure. Living in a tiny Florida town with her dad and four-year-old brother, Cadie spends most of her time working, going to school, and taking care of her family. So when she meets two handsome cousins at a campfire party, she finally has a chance for fun. They invite her and a friend to join them on a road trip, and it’s just the risk she’s been craving-the opportunity to escape. But what starts out as a fun, sexy journey quickly becomes dangerous when she discovers that one of them is not at all who he claims to be. One of them has deadly intentions.
A road trip fling turns terrifying in this contemporary story that will keep readers on the edge of their seats.
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One winner (U.S. only) will receive finished copies of Trish’s books Something Like Normal and Where the Stars Still Shine, as well as an advanced reader’s copy of The Devil You Know.
The contest runs through midnight (PT) on Sunday, September 14th. U.S. Only. Remember to share the cover for The Devil You Know as much as possible!
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And now here is an exclusive excerpt from The Devil You Know:
The Devil’s Chair is built into a low brick wall that surrounds a private burial plot consisting of two graves. One of the headstones has toppled over while the other is missing entirely, and the chair sits facing the graves. According to information Matt gleaned from the Internet, the chair is a mourning bench built by a man who wanted a place to sit while visiting his wife’s grave. A symbol of love, not evil. But in the dark, lit only by the narrow glow of the flashlight, I half expect to see the devil waiting there for us.
“What time is it?” I fall back to clutch Noah’s hand as Matt points the beam at his watch. I’m not usually scared of things that go bump in the night, but Joan’s warning creeps out from the corner of my brain where I’ve kept it tucked away all afternoon. What if there’s someone out here, lurking in the woods, waiting for urban myth chasers like us? Thinking about the gun in Joan’s premonition makes me shiver and Noah wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“We’ve got a couple of minutes,” Matt says. He places an unopened can of beer on the armrest of the big brick chair, an offering for the mythical devil who is supposed to drink it without opening the can––or, more realistically, for the person who will come along for the free beer after we leave. “Who’s going to sit?”
“Count me out,” I say.
“Aw, come on, Cadie.” Noah catches me up against him and pulls me down with him onto the chair. Straddling his lap. His hand steals beneath the back of my shirt and his mouth grazes my neck, making me shiver for a whole different reason. “I won’t let the devil get you.”
“You guys…” Matt sounds irritated.
“How do I know you’re not the devil?” I whisper to Noah, my lips touching his. I can feel his smile against my mouth, even in the dark.
“Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t,” he whispers in reply as his fingers tiptoe up my back.
Matt counts down the seconds. “. . . three . . . two . . . one . . . midnight.”
Noah kisses me at that moment, holding me so close I can feel how much he wants me. His face is rough with stubble under my palms and his tongue warm and alive in my mouth. I sink so quickly when I’m around him, turning into an aching, hungry creature more frightening than any devil could be. And it isn’t until the sound of a revving engine splits the stillness around us that I realize we’re alone. Several of the buttons on my shirt are open and Matt is gone.