Here is my book cover for Followed, my second novel, set to launch in October 2012. I was super excited when Najla Qamber first showed this design to me. She captured the creepy mood very well along with the eerie forest setting, which is prevalent in the story.
Let me know what you think!🙂
I’ll close with an excerpt from Followed:
Gabriel looked out of his guest bedroom window and grimaced. It was raining again. When would he finally be able to explore his great aunt’s vast property? It was a shame that such great land was being wasted on two frail females.
He sat on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
There has to be something that I can do here besides suffer through another afternoon of Adeline’s piano playing.
Gabriel got up and opened the door. He started down the long hallway. His aunt had one of the largest homes that he had ever seen. Maybe he would find a hidden passageway.
His mother and great aunt’s voices traveled from the drawing room. His mood lightened as he passed by without them noticing.
He tried the first door to his left. It was another guest room. He closed that door and tried several others. All of them were overly furnished, which Gabriel thought was ridiculous for a woman that rarely had overnight visitors.
The next door led to a library with high walls and solid oak furniture. There were shelves upon shelves of books.
Gabriel imagined there was information on every subject in that room. He was sure that it would impress anyone that enjoyed reading, but he had never bothered much with the pastime.
After leaving the library, a black door at the end of the hallway caught his attention. It stuck out in stark contrast to the whitewashed ones. He felt like he had no business going in there, but that only heightened his desire to see what was inside.
Gabriel turned the knob and stared into a dark, windowless room. He took an oil lamp from the table just outside and went in. He was surprised that it was even larger than the library. Even stranger, there were no furnishings or pictures; only two locked cabinets and a few chests.
What could my aunt be hiding in here?
Gabriel took a step back and scanned the room.
“Who’s there?” he shouted.
Perhaps boredom can drive a man to the brink of insanity, after all.
The unmistakable sound of a man’s footsteps came up behind Gabriel. He held his breath and spun around. Only his shadow on the wall looked back at him.
A breeze rushed past him, slamming the door shut. Dropping the lamp, Gabriel ran to it and twisted the knob, but it was stuck. He gritted his teeth, as he tried with all his might to turn it.
Realizing that a latch locked the door, Gabriel lifted it and opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief.
Gabriel fled the room, slamming the door behind him and racing down the hall. He leaped down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a loud thud. He looked up to meet the unsmiling face of his father.
“Decorum,” said Mr. Mornington flatly.
Gabriel nodded, panting.
He decided that it was best not to say a word about the room. They would never listen to him anyway. He couldn’t believe it himself.