Art that’s more than anyone bargained for . . .
In a city filled with skin artists, Bartos has
no trouble dealing with the competition because he's stealing more than customers...he's stealing souls. And his customers fall in love with
Bartos Slinderman’s tats but they can’t walk away
from his art.
This young adult novel is set
in Portland, Oregon and with Halloween coming, you'll want to have a scary
story to share...
That’s where DEMON'S INK comes in:
EXCERPT:
DRAKE
Expectations can ruin everything. Like
thinking my senior year was going to be something special. What a set up that was.
I should have known better than to get my
hopes up.
Ever.
I’d never been lucky. No one in my family
was. I was probably only six when I’d heard grandpa say, “We come from a long
line of losers.” He was talking to my Dad. I don’t even know about what. But,
now, I know I should have listened to him.
Dad had already gone to prison, leaving
Mom and me worse off than ever. And we were never good but, at least while he’d
hung around, she managed to act like things were okay. Now she wasn’t even
trying to pretend. Really it was way worse than that; she wasn’t even getting
up off the couch any more.
I’d come home from school to find her
passed out. The first couple times it freaked me out. Seeing her face-planted
in the front room and not knowing whether she was alive or dead, I didn’t want
to be the one to find her like that, to turn her over, to have to check to see
if she was still breathing but I did. . . and I had no idea if she was high or
drunk. I didn’t even care because what difference did it make? She was out of
it. That was all that mattered.
So, after Dad went to jail, I was
completely alone until Bartos made me a deal I couldn’t refuse but that was
later.
For weeks, I’d come home after class and
make a sandwich—if there was bread—otherwise it was a bowl of cereal for
breakfast and dinner, sometimes I’d eat it dry because the milk had gone bad.
I knew I was going to have to get a job if
I wanted to survive and I’d started looking around but that was right before
everything changed.
It was late one Thursday evening. I still
remember because I was thinking, “Only one more day…” I just didn’t know how
right I was.
I don’t know what woke me up that night.
Maybe it was the smell, the heat, the sound of my Mom screaming. I really don’t
know. But I opened my eyes to the thick burning haze of a room filled with
smoke.
I’d gone down into the basement that night
and fallen asleep.
Looking around, I already knew there were
no windows. I was trapped.
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In a city filled with skin artists, Bartos has no trouble dealing with the competition because he's stealing more than customers...he's stealing souls. And his customers fall in love with Bartos Slinderman’s tats but they can’t walk away from his art.
This young adult novel is set
in Portland, Oregon and with Halloween coming, you'll want to have a scary
story to share...
That’s where DEMON'S INK comes in:
EXCERPT:
DRAKE
Expectations can ruin everything. Like
thinking my senior year was going to be something special. What a set up that was.
I should have known better than to get my
hopes up.
Ever.
I’d never been lucky. No one in my family
was. I was probably only six when I’d heard grandpa say, “We come from a long
line of losers.” He was talking to my Dad. I don’t even know about what. But,
now, I know I should have listened to him.
Dad had already gone to prison, leaving
Mom and me worse off than ever. And we were never good but, at least while he’d
hung around, she managed to act like things were okay. Now she wasn’t even
trying to pretend. Really it was way worse than that; she wasn’t even getting
up off the couch any more.
I’d come home from school to find her
passed out. The first couple times it freaked me out. Seeing her face-planted
in the front room and not knowing whether she was alive or dead, I didn’t want
to be the one to find her like that, to turn her over, to have to check to see
if she was still breathing but I did. . . and I had no idea if she was high or
drunk. I didn’t even care because what difference did it make? She was out of
it. That was all that mattered.
So, after Dad went to jail, I was
completely alone until Bartos made me a deal I couldn’t refuse but that was
later.
For weeks, I’d come home after class and
make a sandwich—if there was bread—otherwise it was a bowl of cereal for
breakfast and dinner, sometimes I’d eat it dry because the milk had gone bad.
I knew I was going to have to get a job if
I wanted to survive and I’d started looking around but that was right before
everything changed.
It was late one Thursday evening. I still
remember because I was thinking, “Only one more day…” I just didn’t know how
right I was.
I don’t know what woke me up that night.
Maybe it was the smell, the heat, the sound of my Mom screaming. I really don’t
know. But I opened my eyes to the thick burning haze of a room filled with
smoke.
I’d gone down into the basement that night
and fallen asleep.
Looking around, I already knew there were
no windows. I was trapped.
BUY THE BOOK HERE:
SOCIAL MEDIA
SITES:
And
join me on Twitter or stop by and
see what I'm pinning on Pinterest and, if you've
read Demon's Ink and have a question or simply want to share a comment, please
feel free to send me an email. I love connecting with readers.
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