Goodreads Giveaway of Boogerman's House

I'm giving away 5 paperback copies of my new YA novella Boogerman's House at Goodreads! Click below to enter! 

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Boogerman's House

by Dax Varley

Giveaway ends February 28, 2015.
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Boogerman's House

The Haunting  The Shining  Amityville Horror

What do they all have in common? Vengeful ghosts! 

Now there's a new haunted house in town. 

Boogerman's House!

And it's got all the classic scares.

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Return Is Coming Soon...

I wish I was one of those bloggers with a lot to say. I think I'm a novelist because the stories in my head are more exciting than my day-to-day life. But one of those head-stories is about to become reality. Here's a small taste:

 

Returning to Sleepy Hollow

I'm working on the second draft of Return to Sleepy Hollow, trying to meet a September deadline. But I thought my readers might like a small taste of what's to come. If you've read Sleepy Hollow and were left hanging, grab a hold of this:

(WARNING! Contains Sleepy Hollow spoilers.)

RETURN TO SLEEPY HOLLOW

February 1794

He was there again…just below. I awoke as always to the power of his presence.

My bare feet hit the cold floor. One peek—just one—out the window.

The steam from Mrs. Allsopp’s kitchen collected in this room—this small room—causing deposits to form on the panes. Seeing out was like looking through damp feathers. That, and the added frost, made spying difficult. But he was there, in the torch-lit alley, his shadow bleeding onto the snow.

It’d been three years since I’d seen this horseman. The Horseman. And, as then, his hand reached out, summoning me to him. Katrina.

            A chill deeper than the winter cold embraced me and I wore it like a second skin.

Three times now he’d appeared since I fled to Philadelphia.

Why here? Why now?

Why me?

But whatever the reason, he wanted me—a want so strong, I could barely resist.

Where would he take me?

His gloved fingers summoned me like willows waving in a breeze.

Katrina.

He sat proud in the saddle, his shoulders broad—an obsidian hole where his head should rest. Snapping back his cape, he tilted his hand that I might easily take it. How freeing it would be to throw myself onto the back of his horse and let him whisk me away.

He waited…wanted.

Katrina.

“What’s out there?” The voice startled me, causing me to whip around. Violet, the girl I shared the room with, sat up, her silhouette resembling a keyhole in the dark.

“Nothing,” I answered. It was true. For when I turned back, he was gone.

She rustled the covers, lying back down. “Sleepwalkin’ again?”

It was my best excuse. “Yes.”

I took one last look out the window, knowing tomorrow it would only be a dream—a ghost lingering in my weary mind.

I crawled under the covers, gooseflesh prickling my skin. Though a vast distance divided us, Sleepy Hollow would forever haunt me.

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