{"id":1924,"date":"2014-06-27T05:53:54","date_gmt":"2014-06-27T12:53:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bestfantasynovel.com\/?p=1924"},"modified":"2014-06-27T05:53:54","modified_gmt":"2014-06-27T12:53:54","slug":"dark-before-dawn-by-stacy-juba","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/2014\/06\/27\/dark-before-dawn-by-stacy-juba\/","title":{"rendered":"Dark Before Dawn by Stacy Juba"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Dark-Before-Dawn\"<\/a>Dark Before Dawn<\/a> is filled with psychic chills and thrills in a deserted Maine beach town from the author of Twenty-Five Years Ago Today, Sink or Swim, and Face-Off.<\/p>\n

When teen psychic Dawn Christian gets involved with a fortuneteller\u00a0mentor and two girls who share her mysterious talents, she finally belongs after years of\u00a0being a misfit. When she learns her new friends may be tied to freak “accidents” in town,\u00a0Dawn has an important choice to make – continue developing the talent that makes her\u00a0special or challenge the only people who have ever accepted her.<\/p>\n

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Download Dark Before Dawn<\/a> from Amazon<\/a>, Barnes & Noble<\/a>,\u00a0iBookstore<\/a>,\u00a0Kobo<\/a>,\u00a0Audible<\/a> and\u00a0iTunes<\/a><\/p>\n

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EXCERPT:<\/h3>\n

Dawn Christian curled under the covers, shivering in her nightshirt. Goosebumps popped up on her bare arms. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. Even the safety of darkness couldn’t hide it.<\/p>\n

Something was wrong.<\/p>\n

She knew it the same way she had known it would rain despite the weather report. Now gray clouds blistered outside the window.<\/p>\n

I can’t go, I can’t go, I can’t go, something bad’s going to happen. Dawn rubbed between her eyebrows, the message flying around inside her brain like a loose pinball.<\/p>\n

The red numbers of her alarm clock flickered to 6:29. Dawn rolled onto her other side and faced the wall. In an hour, she’d be starting her junior year at a lame new high school. She missed Boston and taking the T, the city\u2019s subway system, wherever she wanted to go. Dawn used to hang out at museums, watch the college kids in Harvard Square and read books at the Common. Sometimes, she and her mother caught Saturday matinees in the theater district.<\/p>\n

Not anymore. Ever since the wedding in July, Dawn had been stuck in Covington, Maine, a beach town overflowing with rinky dink carnival rides, cheesy souvenir stores and bad vibrations.<\/p>\n

“Dawn?” She turned to find her mother framed in the dimly lit doorway, fully dressed. “Are you coming down for breakfast?”<\/p>\n

“I’m not hungry.”<\/p>\n

“Nervous about school?”<\/p>\n

Gulping, Dawn huddled under the blankets. No way could she discuss her feeling with her mom. Her mother wanted a normal daughter who was on the basketball team or school newspaper, had friends and didn\u2019t live in fear. “Kind of.”<\/p>\n

Her mother lowered herself onto the bed and squeezed Dawn\u2019s hand. Her manicured pink nails shone against Dawn\u2019s pale skin. Since meeting Jeff eight months ago, Dawn’s mother had been letting her curly hair hang loose and wearing makeup.<\/p>\n

She smoothed back a tangle of Dawn\u2019s chestnut waves. “You don\u2019t look like yourself. Do you feel all right?”<\/p>\n

“I\u2019m fine.” Dawn shoved her stuffed monkey, Buddy, further under the blankets. Her father gave her Buddy shortly before he died, and holding it was like hugging a piece of her dad. Still, sleeping with a toy monkey was kiddish and Dawn didn\u2019t do it often. Her mother would get suspicious if she noticed.<\/p>\n

Darn it. Her mother drew out Buddy by his slender tail and patted his furry brown head. “Calling in the reinforcements, huh? What\u2019s on your mind, honey? Maybe I can help.”<\/p>\n

Dawn sat up and clasped her knees. Her mother never understood about Dawn\u2019s hunches. “I don\u2019t think you really want to know, Mom.”<\/p>\n

“Of course I do.”<\/p>\n

Yeah, right. But Dawn didn\u2019t have the stamina for lying today. “I\u2019m getting one of my premonitions. Something\u2019s wrong. I think it has to do with school.”<\/p>\n

She waited and sure enough, her mother got the frightened look she\u2019d worn too many times before. Dawn remembered the look that terrible night with Mrs. Frazier … but she didn\u2019t want to think about that.<\/p>\n

Her mother dropped Buddy onto the mattress and squirmed as if fighting off a chill. “I\u2019m sure it\u2019s just regular old nerves,” she said in an overly cheerful voice. “It\u2019s hard enough adjusting to a new home and a new family without throwing a new school into the picture. Who wouldn\u2019t feel edgy?”<\/p>\n

“That\u2019s not it, Mom.”<\/p>\n

“Just be normal. Don\u2019t worry about your premonitions. You shouldn\u2019t have to live your life afraid.”<\/p>\n

“Get real, Mom. I\u2019ll never be normal and fit in.”<\/p>\n

“If you paid more attention to talking with the other kids, and less to these visions and feelings, things would be so much easier for you.”<\/p>\n

How many times had she heard her mother say that? Dawn rolled her eyes. “This is why I didn\u2019t want to talk about it.I can\u2019t help that I \u2018know\u2019 things, Mom. The only way I can keep that stuff secret is by never opening my mouth. Then the other kids think I\u2019m a snob.”<\/p>\n

“Being different is no reason to separate yourself. You\u2019ve been through a lot already, honey, and I want you to be happy here. We have a fresh start. If you pushed your feelings to the back of your mind and stopped working yourself up over them, maybe they\u2019ll stop coming.” Her mother offered a brittle smile.<\/p>\n

That was like asking Dawn to walk around blindfolded, or to stuff earplugs in her ears, giving up one of her senses. She couldn\u2019t just shut off her feelings. They were too overpowering, demanding attention.<\/p>\n

“You made me promise to hide my abilities around Ken and Jeff,” Dawn said. “Okay, I want them to like me, but I shouldn\u2019t have to hide things around you. Why can\u2019t you just help me?”<\/p>\n

Her mother slipped an arm around her shoulders. “I\u2019m trying to help you, honey. You need to tell yourself that your imagination is running wild and you\u2019ve got normal jitters. Do you understand what I\u2019m saying?”<\/p>\n

Dawn\u2019s jaw tensed. Her mother deserved an Oscar. She had an amazing knack for pretending Dawn suffered normal teenage angst, acting as if they were on some TV drama when the truth was closer to the Stephen King movie Carrie<\/i>.<\/p>\n

To read the rest, download Dark Before Dawn from: \u00a0Amazon<\/a>,\u00a0Barnes & Noble<\/a>,\u00a0iBookstore<\/a>,\u00a0Kobo<\/a>,\u00a0Audible<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0iTunes<\/a><\/p>\n

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BIO:<\/h3>\n

Stacy Juba loves to write stories about Characters at a Crossroads<\/strong>: individuals who are finding themselves and getting on the right life path after overcoming obstacles. Her goals are to entertain readers of all ages as well as inspire them. She has made numerous bestseller lists including GalleyCat\u2019s Barnes & Noble Bestsellers and GalleyCat\u2019s Mystery and Thriller Bestsellers. Stacy has written about reality TV contestants targeted by a killer, an obit writer investigating a cold case, teen psychics who control minds, twin high school hockey stars battling on the ice, and teddy bears learning to raise the U.S. flag. She has had a book ranked as #5 in the Nook Store and #30 on the Amazon Kindle Paid List. Browse her website www.stacyjuba.com for more information on her mystery, romance, and contemporary fiction books for adults, teens, and children, guest author features and resources on how to build your own \u201ccharacter,\u201d and for her book\/product reviews and advocacy relating to Type 1 Diabetes.<\/p>\n

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