New Book Release Amazon Gift Card Contest Dead Over Heels by Alison Kemper

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About Dead Over Heels:

“The end of the world just might be their perfect beginning…

Glenview, North Carolina. Also known—at least to sixteen-year-old Ava Pegg—as the Land of Incredibly Boring Vacations. What exactly were her parents thinking when they bought a summer home here? Then the cute-but-really-annoying boy next door shows up at her place in a panic…hollering something about flesh-eating zombies attacking the town.

At first, Ava’s certain that Cole spent a little too much time with his head in the moonshine barrel. But when someone—or something—rotted and terrifying emerges from behind the woodpile, Ava realizes this is no hooch hallucination. The undead are walking in Glenview, and they are hungry. Panicked, Ava and Cole flee into the national forest. No supplies, no weapons. Just two teenagers who don’t even like each other fighting for their lives. But that’s the funny thing about the Zombpocalypse. You never know when you’ll meet your undead end. Or when you’ll fall dead over heels for a boy…”

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Excerpt from Dead Over Heels:

Cole’s plan is fairly simple. We approach the island from upstream—where we’re standing, where the water remains somewhat calm. He uses vines to braid a rope that’ll keep us from going over the falls. Something I would’ve never thought of.

His fingers knot the vine in an easy, confident way—like he’s done this a gazillion times. My mind flashes back to the day I met him—how his hands were grimy from soot and hard work. I’d been so relieved when he didn’t offer to shake my hand.

Now I’d give anything to feel those rough hands on my skin again.

Leaving. He’s leaving. No point in getting closer, Ava.

He gauges the distance from the bank to the island, checking if his rope’s long enough. His jaw sets in concentration. And I realize it’s too late to warn myself against falling for him. I already feel so close to Cole.

He ties one end of the vines to a poplar near the shore—if the current gets too strong, the rope will keep him from plummeting over the rapids. Hopefully.

Together, we transfer everything in two piles: stuff like cooking pans that can get wet, and stuff that can’t, like the sleeping bag and matches.

I pull the empty EpiPen container from my purse and snatch the matchbook from the “dry pile,” folding it so it fits entirely inside the canister. “Ta-dah,” I announce. “Waterproof container.”

“Pretty smart.” Cole removes his jacket and socks, adds them to the dry bundle. “You take the things that can get wet.” He gestures at the sleeping bag. “I’ll do my best to balance this stuff on my

head, keep it from getting soaked.” In the center, inside everything else, he wraps our precious matches.

“When you get ready to come over,” he tells me, “take off your jacket and socks. Carry them above the waterline. That way you’ll have something dry to put on after you get to the island.”

Behind him, the rapids roar ominously.

I nod, already remembering the pain of icy water. But I make myself a promise: I’ll go slowly this time. I won’t fall.

“I can see dead wood from here,” I tell Cole. “From the pine tree.”

He gives me a confident smile. “We’ll build a fire. We’ll make that hot cocoa.”

In the fading autumn twilight, I watch his hands expertly tie knots around his own waist. I can’t believe I ever thought his hands were ugly. Those hands that have saved my life in so many ways. My eyes drift up his arms, his shoulders, his face.

God, how could I have ever thought anything about him was ugly?

“What are you staring at?”

“You,” I say. “You’re kind of handsome, you know.”

I freeze, my pulse hammering. Ohmygod. I can’t believe I said that! The words sort of tumbled out of my mouth before I realized it. Probably something to do with my terrible fear he’s about to go over the edge of a waterfall.

“I’m not handsome,” he mutters, and now it’s his turn to blush. Head down, eyes on the river, he moves toward the bank.

He hesitates at the waterline. Then turns and strides back to me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“This,” he says.

And he’s kissing me.

About Alison Kemper

Author Bio:

Alison Kemper writes fun, spooky romances for Entangled Teen. Her first novel DONNA OF THE DEAD spent several weeks on the Kindle YA Humor bestseller list. Her new novel DEAD OVER HEELS will be released September 29, 2014- just in time for Halloween reading! She loves to meet new people and talk books, so send her a friend request or connect with her Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

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CONTEST INFO: Open to readers worldwide
Prize: A $25.00 Amazon Gift Card