Book & Author Details:
The Undead: Playing for Keeps by Elsie Elmore
Published by: Curiosity Quills Press
Publication date: September 3rd 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Synopsis:
When an undead woman with serious de-comp issues stalks sixteen-year-old Lyla Grimm, her hope of rescuing her rock-bottom reputation takes a back seat. Especially once Lyla’s new talent of resurrecting the dead draws the attention of Eric, a Grim Reaper with a guitar and a chip on his shoulder.
While Lyla navigates the gossip-ridden halls, Eric works to gain her trust and discover why Death’s clients aren’t staying down. If she passes on her gift, his death-messenger destiny might be altered. But the closer he gets to Lyla, the less sure he is of his plan. The dead are way easier to deal with than the living.
Gossip explodes, the Grimm family implodes, and desperation sets in. Death wants the gift and a soul. Lyla and Eric face hard choices with hidden consequences. Sometimes life’s choices aren’t really choices at all.
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A recipe and an
excerpt
Lyla and Cassie appreciate good
food and aren’t ones to hit the salad bar line in the school cafeteria. But as
Lyla’s troubles begin to pile up, her appetite begins to suffer… which is a
real shame. And Eric’s not been able to enjoy real food since his job began.
They’re missing out.
Excerpt from Chapter
28 :
Her straw wrapper refuses to
tear off in flakes larger than two millimeters. “What are you doing here?” she
asks, tearing off tiny pieces.
“Having lunch with you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Once you understand my
intentions, you’ll realize that I only want to protect you.” I point to her
tray. “You should eat something.” Her blushes show up too easily. She looks
tired and thin.
“I can’t.” She eyes the
Salisbury steak on her tray and then slides it toward me. “You want it?”
I press my forefinger on the
tray’s edge and scoot it back towards her before the smell becomes too clear.
“No thanks.” For the first time, the food doesn’t look disgusting and the smell
doesn’t bother me, but I might not be able to fake my reaction once I put a bite
in my mouth. Repulsion is hard to hide.
“Why do you wear gloves all the
time?” She looks at my hands resting on the table. “It’s not even that cold
yet.”
“I like the way they feel. I
have cold hands.” I watch her eyes as I speak, hoping she’s buying what I’m
selling. I’d rather not confess why. My label is hard to live with. “So, what
happened with the table of jocks before I walked in? I feel like I missed the
main event.”
Her gaze drops to her tray. She
rips off a corner of her napkin and rolls it into a tiny ball. “Nothing really.
He was making comments about the missing bodies and my family.”
“That bothered you?”
Her expression crumbles when I
say that. “Yeah. He was making fun of my family being twisted. I’m not ashamed
of what my dad does. It’s a business. He and my mom treat the families who lose
people with a lot of care and compassion.”
“I don’t doubt that. Your mom
seems like a good person.”
At the mention of her mom, a
small smile lifts her lips. I bet she doesn’t realize she did that.
“So the fact that the corpses
aren’t staying is bad for your family, huh?”
She nods. “Can we change the
subject, please?” Her fingers trace the edge of her tray. “Where are you from?”
I pause. That’s a loaded
question.
“Did you forget? You an Army
brat that moves around or something?”
“Nah,” I shake my head. “I
lived in Miami last.”
“You have brothers or sisters?”
A chill rushes down my back and
I zip up my jacket. But the leather is no match for the demons crawling beneath
my skin right now. This interaction, this conversation becomes an inquisition,
a cross-examination as I sit here. The chill settles in my bones, aching.
“Yeah,” I say in a cough. “But I haven’t seen them in a while.” Is that right?
Did I?
“I’m sorry. You must miss
them.” Her eyes look misty. She’s probably thinking of Ben, who’s somewhere on
the campus alive. Her world is near perfect, yet she doesn’t see.
I exhale harder to push away
the cold infecting my body, chilling my insides, and churning anger. “We can
talk about your gift, if you want.”
“I already told you, this isn’t
a gift,” she whispers.
And the recipe for Salisbury
Steak.
Salisbury steak is a big
favorite at my house. I’ve used several recipes over the years but this one
continues to get rave reviews. I found it on AllRecipes.com a long time
ago.
Ingredients
• 1 (10.5 ounce) can condensed French onion soup
• 1 1/2 pounds ground beef
• 1/2 cup dry bread crumbs
• 1 egg
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
• 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
• 1/4 cup ketchup
• 1/4 cup water
• 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
• 1/2 teaspoon mustard powder
Directions
• In a large bowl, mix together 1/3 cup condensed French onion
soup with ground beef, bread crumbs, egg, salt and black pepper. Shape into 6
oval patties.
• In a large skillet over medium-high heat, brown both sides of
patties. Pour off excess fat.
• In a small bowl, blend flour and remaining soup until smooth.
Mix in ketchup, water, Worcestershire sauce and mustard powder. Pour over meat
in skillet. Cover, and cook for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.
AUTHOR BIO
Elsie Elmore lives in North Carolina with her husband and two kids.
She loves the color red, has an appreciation for chocolate and coffee that borders on obsession, writes stories that challenge the laws of nature, and wishes fall temperatures would linger year round.
Elsie is a member of several writing organizations: RWA, SCBWI, and WSW. The Undead : Playing for Keeps is her debut novel.
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