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Monday, 29 June 2015

BLOG TOUR & #GIVEAWAY - Sleepless by Michael Omer

Book & Author details:

Sleepless by Michael Omer
(Narrowdale #1)
Publication date: January 10th 201
Genres: Paranormal, Thriller, Young Adult


Synopsis:


Don’t fall asleep. Don’t dream. Don’t get caught.

At the beginning of her freshman year of high school, Amy can think of nothing worse than moving to the boring, suburban town of Narrowdale. And that’s before she starts having the same nightmare over and over again, waking up every night to a creepy whistle outside her window and being haunted by a mysterious, menacing presence. Getting used to the new school becomes the least of her problems.

As she delves deeper to uncover the truth, she unknowingly edges closer to mortal danger. Terrible events that took place years ago threaten to happen again, but now Amy’s life is on the balance. Unfortunately, the one guy who is supposed to protect her, nineteen year old Peter, doesn’t believe her.

Some things seem to happen only in Narrowdale, where dark secrets hide beneath the surface…

As she confronts the mysteries of Narrowdale, Amy documents her experiences in her blog. The book contains live links to this blog.

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I’m walking down the dark street. Why aren’t the streetlights working? In the distance, a dog howls morosely and then starts barking. My footsteps echo eerily in the silent neighborhood. There is something deeply unpleasant about the surrounding darkness, and I decide to walk faster. What is that noise? Someone whistling? It’s just my imagination. The only sounds are my steps and the dog barking. Soon I’ll be home. I have a strange feeling that someone is following me, but I don’t want to look back. I quicken my pace even more. Is the dog barking louder, or am I simply getting closer? My throat tightens, my heart is pounding, I start running. It’s so hot, why am I wearing a coat? Is someone chasing me? My ankle twists, I trip…
I open my eyes, gasping. A dream. Of course it was a dream. Only the dog’s barking lingers on. I get out of bed and approach the window. The white dog is standing in Alex’s backyard, barking angrily into the darkness. It seems to notice me, whines, and becomes silent.
I glance at the clock. It’s thirty-seven minutes past three. No way am I falling asleep again, not with the stifling heat in my room, not after that dream. Yuck, I’m sweating. Tomorrow it ends. Tomorrow...
Hunger creeps up on me. I stumble downstairs to the kitchen, fantasizing about a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. My hand meets with the fridge’s door, brushes across several magnets, locates the handle, and pulls it. The harsh white light shoots out, instantly blinding me. I stand dazed, trying to understand who I am, where I am. Finally I recover and spot the desired jelly jar. I pick it up, get the sliced bread and the peanut butter, and make myself a small heavenly sandwich. Following this rejuvenating snack, I’m feeling much better. My eyes spot the storage room’s door. At night, in the darkness, it’s much more threatening. My throat feels dry, and I force myself to look away, ignore the door looming in the shadows. I drink a glass of cold water, followed by another. Now I need to pee. Off to the bathroom. The flushing seems to be much louder when everyone is asleep. I go back to bed without brushing my teeth, because I am a disgusting, lazy girl.
Forty-nine minutes past three. Almost three and a half hours till morning. Knowing myself, I’ll probably fall asleep fifteen minutes before the alarm clock goes off. I don’t know how I’ll manage to survive tomorrow with so little sleep. Someone is whistling outside. Who walks around whistling so late at night? Now the dog starts barking again. Fantastic.
My footsteps echo in the darkness. I look around, noticing that the streetlights aren’t working. I shove my hands down my coat’s pockets. It’s hot, this coat doesn’t make sense. A dog is barking in the distance. Is someone following me? Couldn’t be, no one walks around here at this hour. Why am I running? Soon I’ll be home, I’m really close. Where is my home? Someone is chasing me, I can hear him huffing. Mustn’t stop, mustn’t stop, one of my ankles twists and I trip. A hand grabs my hair...

This time I scream as I wake up.

Blog Giveaway - ends 24th July

one (1) ebook copy of Sleepless. Open internationally


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AUTHOR BIO:

My name is Michael Omer, and I’m a writer, journalist and game designer. I wrote and published my first novel when I was sixteen, and figured I’d keep at it. Since then, I have published two more novels, and wrote… who can even count how many? I’m happily married to a woman who keeps pushing me to write more, and have three kids who insist I should stop writing and come play with them. I also have two dogs.

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