CONTEST!!!! And excerpt of my current WIP: Glitch

Everlost has hit 50 reviews on Amazon (happy dance)! As a thank you to you, my fab readers, I'm giving away a custom one of a kind swag pack.

GRAND PRIZE:
One winner will recieve:

• A terrarium necklace filled with Natatoria goodness
• Fleur-de-lis earrings 
• Mermaid tail paper art made from pages of Everblue, made by me! (I have the gluey fingers to prove it)

RUNNER-UP:
4 runner-ups will receive:

• Custom bookmark made from the pages of Everblue

For those of you who reviewed before the contest will earn 10 extra entries! 

And without further ado, here's an excerpt of Glitch,
my new post-zombie apocalypse dystopian coming soon:

The soft cheers of fans in the bleachers floated around me, as my feet remained planted in right field. My brain had different objectives. Actually, my eyes were fixed to my life watch latched onto my wrist, resting just above my softball glove. Green glowing letters read sixty-five years, three months, 5 days, 8 hours, 10 minutes and 13, 12, 11 seconds: the time I had until I died. With a slow breath, I tried not to think too deeply about how long or short that truly was, otherwise the stress might subtract a few days.

Instead, I gained comfort in its steady ticking, second by second. As of this moment, there was promise I’d live a long life and hopefully see wonderful new advances in Brighton, marry for love, and have a few kids. The thought made me smile. Then suddenly, the time suddenly flashed red numerals zipping down to ten minutes.

“Aria, heads up!”

With a squeal, I glanced up just in time and raised my glove to catch a pop fly mid-air, stopping the ball from pummeling into my skull.

Holy!

Above my head, like magic, my wrist glowed sixty-five years again, minus a few months. With a deep exhale and a pounding pulse, I chucked the ball toward Mara, who jumped up and down like she had to pee.

She tagged the runner out at second and the team cheered, praising our double play. But all I could do was blink. I’d almost died. Right there. In right field. Died.

Out of the corner of my eye, Elle, my best friend, gave me the look—the one that says, “what the heck?” I shrugged and smiled, then returned to my dented footprints in the grass and tried to shake off the dread pulsing in my veins.

(copyright 2013 by Brenda Pandos)

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