Trish was born and mostly raised
in San Diego, California where she lives now with her family and pets. She's
been writing short stories and poetry since high school after an obsession with
Stephen King's 'The Stand'. After over fifteen years of crazy dreams and an
overactive imagination, Trish began her first book 'I Hope You Find Me' in
December of 2011. When Trish isn't writing, she's homeschooling her amazing
daughter and mildly autistic son, reading whatever she can get her hands on, or
enjoying the Southern California sun. As a strict Vegetarian, Trish holds a
special place in her heart for animal rights and dashes into the backyard
weekly to rescue lizards and mice from her mini-lab/cocker spaniel mixed dog,
Zoey...who is always getting into some sort of trouble.
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In the follow up to this summer's
Indie Hit, "Dying To Forget", Piper Willow is faced with new
challenges at The Station. Is there life after death? Is there love after
death? And what lies beyond? Piper seeks out the answers for these questions
and more as she continues her after-life journey with her friends at The
Station.
EXCERPT from Dying to Remember
"Let go!" she screams.
This has gone from a pleasant
swing ride to an abusive ex-boyfriend so fast that I'm not sure how to respond
at first. But then my instincts and my training kick in.
Use your nails, use your elbows, use your feet…use whatever you can to
get away from him!
She forces an elbow into his
side, causing him to lose his breath and also loosen his grip on her hair, but
he still has his arm around her the neck.
Nails; scratch his face!
Seconds later a scream pierces through
the forest around us, and he finally let's go of Jess. Stumbling backwards with
his hands covering his bloody face, he trips on the wall he was just recently
sitting on, and topples over it backwards. Jess is panting, and has one of her
slender hands at her neck where the boy was holding onto her. No doubt she'll
have a bruise there tomorrow. The
bastard!
Woohoo, girl! You did it! Now let's get the heck out of here before he
gets up!
But he's not moving on the other
side of the wall, or cursing, as I was expecting. And Jess notices this too.
She takes a tentative step toward the wall against my better judgment. I mean, come on, Jess! Have you not seen
even ONE scary movie? He's going to pop up at any second, so the further away
you get, the less likely he will KILL you!
I'm holding my breath as best as
I can considering I can't really
breathe while I'm inside Jess's mind, and I know she's not breathing either as
she places her dusky-pink manicured hands on the top of the wall and peeks over
the side.
The boy is lying awkwardly on his
back, with his feet resting straight up against the layered rock wall. His arms
are extended away from him like he's about to do a snow angel in the grass and
he's staring, unblinking, up at the sky. One of his eyes is badly scratched and
bleeding, but it's not the small amount of blood on his face that has me
wanting to puke out my stomach lining; it's his neck. It's bent in such a way
that his head is awkwardly parallel with his right shoulder.
Oh, sweet Jesus. We just killed a man.
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Book 1 of The Station series: DYING TO FORGET - Available on
Amazon here http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008S2RKAU
Book 2 of The Station series: DYING TO REMEMBER - Available
on Amazon 12/12/12
Author Link: http://www.amazon.com/Trish-Marie-Dawson/e/B008CQGASU 
Thank you for the feature, Elodie! :D
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