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D.L Dunaway |
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Bio:✎I’m a native of Eastern Kentucky and proud of the hardy people and unique culture that bred me.As a graduate of Morehead State University and former middle school teacher, I grew to recognize more than ever, the power of the written word to inspire, uplift, entertain, and transform hearts. ~ ~For as long as I could remember I dreamed of becoming a published author, but life’s demands can often interfere with dreams. No one knows that better than I do. As a single, working mom, struggling to make ends meet, time for writing has been difficult.~ ~Fortunately, I've been blessed with an amazing family who've conspired to help me make my dream come true. That is how we roll in Eastern Kentucky. We take care of our own. The labor of love, my first published novel, is owed to them, my dearest family.
Excerpt:✿All was serene in my world, when suddenly, out of the woods behind us, a deliberate crackling was heard, as if a stealthy foot had trod upon fallen leaves. Wonnie’s head snapped up, her darting eyes searching, her hand on her rifle. I froze. The thick tuft on the back of Wovoka’s neck stood at attention with his ears, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.
Like a shot, Wonnie was off the rock, disappearing through the trees, sure-footed as a mink in her moccasins. Wovoka’s powerful body was rigid, trembling with the instinct to give chase, but forbidden by Wonnie’s command. Icy pin-pricks trickled down my spine in a single thread.
✿Unbidden, Reese Watkins’ hateful words rang in my head like a bell of doom. “Someone could get hurt,” he’d warned.
✿I was too stunned to utter more than a squeak. The shakes settled in so hard the floor jarred beneath my feet. Momma’s face blanched. She stumbled away from the grisly display, nearly dropping Sam. Lorrie Beth pealed out scream after scream as she backed away from the table, whipping her head back and forth like a marionette being jerked about by a crazed puppet master.
✿In a couple of heartbeats our homey kitchen had become a house of carnage, and everywhere I looked there seemed to be thick strands of streaming red. I thought I could see the very walls dripping with it. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Synopsis:✿ Coming of age is never easy, but for Ember Mae Roberts and her twin sister, Lorrie Beth, it may boil down to a matter of life or death. Growing up in the mountains of West Virginia in the 1950′s presents unique challenges for any child, but for talented young Ember Mae, it means bearing the burdens of an adult, as she quickly learns her expected role is that of her sister’s keeper. When a schoolyard bully sets his brutal sights on a fragile Lorrie Beth, Ember Mae jumps to her defense. Terror abounds at every turn as the tormenting escalates. What begins as a normal rite of passage for children since the beginning of time ends in a final tragic confrontation that leaves Lorrie Beth shattered. Both sisters make a pact to keep a deadly secret in order to heal, but Lorrie Beth has always been weak. Ember Mae fears she’ll crack under the strain and bring their world crashing down around them. What Ember Mae doesn't realize is that she and Lorrie Beth aren't the only ones keeping a secret. There are other secrets waiting to spill out, secrets so vile that when the full force of their evil is unleashed, it’s anybody’s guess who will survive.
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