THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Repeaters, Erica Ferencik {$4.99 or Borrow FREE w/Prime!}

Named to Kirkus Reviews Best of 2012
Recently optioned for a feature film

“With prose this poetic, it’s easy to forget that this is a horror story…more than a battle of good and evil, Ferencik’s story is rich with layers, well developed characters, and moments of gruesomeness and tenderness. A petrifying tale of a chain of reincarnations.” – Starred Kirkus Review

“Mary Shelley gave us Frankenstein and Erica Ferencik gives us Dr. Astra Nathanson in Repeaters…This is one scary story that readers who like their thrills bloody will love.” – Alan Caruba, Bookviews

“Repeaters is the story of black and murderous love, a cautionary tale that is often terrifying and truly unforgettable. You’ll be riveted by this bold and brilliant novel.” – Mary E. Mitchell, Love in Complete Sentences

“Repeaters is an original and much recommended novel, not to be missed.” – James Cox, Midwest Book Review

“Astra is one of the most monstrous villains ever written.” – Margot Huysen, Blogcritics

“Repeaters is terrifying new novel that takes you to the darkest netherworlds of the human heart. Not a book to begin at night if you need to sleep before dawn.” – Robert Tremblay, Gatehouse Media

“A chilling, suspenseful, erotic read.” – Chris Mooney, Remembering Sarah

“A wild read – sexy, scary and smart…a one-of-a-kind take on reincarnation.” – William Walsh, Questionstruck

“An exciting new voice in horror.” – Betsy Fitzgerald, October Run

“A riveting supernatural thriller filled with reincarnation, romance, and the vilest villainess this reader has ever encountered. Truly, a chilling page-turner!” – Jeffrey Thomas, Deadstock

Afterwards he slept, his arm leaden across her shoulders. Astra lifted it off her, pulled on his workshirt and stepped out to the bathroom where she flipped on the overhead light. Staring at herself in the mirror, she slowly opened the shirt, all the time willing her skin to stay normal, smooth, unmarked. A little trick she had always been able to perform but lately there had been surprises…in the shower…changing rooms in clothing stores…on the beach…the shock of the past rising up on her skin.

She locked eyes with herself. Seconds passed, a minute, two; she became dizzy, pain stabbed at her skull and still she stared, praying, commanding her body to obey, for her skin to stay unblemished and beautiful. Sweat gathered at her skull and dripped down between her breasts. She began to shake; she gripped the sink to still herself. Her image doubled in the mirror, quadrupled, until all the Astras blurred together and she swooned and fell back against the door, sliding down to the cold tile. With great effort she lifted her head off her chest and tried to open her eyes. The bolts holding down the toilet swam into focus.

Already knowing she’d lost the fight, she reached inside her shirt and felt the skin on her torso. It wasn’t right. Already it was changing. Gagging, she pulled herself to her knees and threw up in the toilet bowl. She cried as she cleaned herself, needing some sort of plan but bereft of one. She had gotten away with it this time, but in the end she knew it would never again be safe to show him her body in the light.