Excerpt by Wendy Potocki and Review by Cloey
Panicked, Ky whirled around, but nothing was there. His heart pounded as his senses stayed on alert. He squinted, trying to penetrate the hidden recesses of the bushes. A loud baleful wail reached his ears, sending goose bumps up his spine. He looked to where it had originated. Staring up the street to where Wax’s car had disappeared, his eyes discerned the source of the noise. There, in the center of the highway, captured in the streams of light, was Samson. Big and bold, his coat matched the night. Gleaming with a definite sheen, his lips were curled and showing the ferocity of deadly white teeth. The dog’s black eyes narrowed as it focused in on its prey. Foam dripped from its lips as it growled. Its haunches raised above its broad shoulders, its head was lowered. The dog was set to attack.
Shuddering, Kyle began to walk backwards. The dog kept pace. Fear convinced Ky that he could outrun the massive beast. Taking his hands out of his pockets, the high schooler turned and sprinted towards safety. His neighbor’s houses whizzed by. The situation was surreal—every bit as crazy as it was last night. Breathing heavily, he shot a glance over his shoulder. Samson was giving chase. He didn’t need to see anymore. Racing as fast as he could, he could hear the dog closing in.
Kicking it into a higher gear, his adrenaline was spiking, but his newly acquired nicotine habit was costing him. His chest constricted as he struggled for oxygen. He regretted ever starting smoking, but he battled through. Fighting the shortness of breath, he rounded the corner. His house was just ahead.
The soft clip of the dog’s nails on the sidewalk let him know that Samson was near. Screaming, he bounded up the porch stairs and banged into the door. Demanding to be let in, he twisted the knob, but the damned door wouldn’t budge. He was locked out.
He didn’t have time to run around to the back. In fact, he didn’t have time for anything. Raising his arms, he began battering the frame—pleading for his life.
“Mom! Mom! Let me in! Goddamn it, open the goddamned door!” he screeched.
SOME RIDES SHOULD NEVER BE TAKEN ...
Kyle Evans is a teenager who wants to be somebody. To achieve his goal, he joins a gang called Hell's Bells. While Kyle thinks he's arrived, he only finds danger.
The club is obsessed with finding thrills and taking chances, but Kyle’s unaware that there’s a price to pay. Up for a dare, he accepts a challenge that lands him on the wrong side of the supernatural.
Kyle is a good kid from a good neighborhood with both parents living at home but has so much anger inside. He is angry because he had to move to a different neighborhood, go to a new school, and angry for so many other reasons that only makes sense to him. And Kyle wants to reinvent himself - to become someone he is not. He wants to be a badass, the bad guy in high school who has everyone looking up to him. But Kyle has a conscious, morals, and parents who care. So, why would he want to change himself - acceptance? Who knows - but he finds out the hard way that every decision he makes has consequences and repercussions and he can't handle it. It's amazing how things can go wrong so fast in a person's short life.
Kyle decided to join a gang called Hell's Bells. The members of Hell's Bells are Wax who is the leader, Carnie, Scotch,Tat, and Stripe. Like most gangs they are a family but Hell's Bells is also a thrill club and all the members are sociopaths living for their next thrill at the expense of others.
I was pleasantly surprised. The book is very good and I didn't figure out the ending - even at the end! The story started off a bit slowly for me but once I got 25% into it the story took off and I couldn't put it down.
I would have liked a little romance throughout the book but there really wasn't any room for it. Can a person really have a romantic relationship with a sociopath? I don't think so unless the other half of the relationship is a sociopath too - I could be wrong but it just seems weird. Thrill was still a very good read and I give it 5 out of 5 stars. I recommend it for anyone who is looking for light horror that will leave you guessing until the end.
About The Author:
Wendy Potocki lives and writes in NYC. If that isn't scary enough, she writes in the genre of horror. She feels creating good horror is an art form. She religiously devotes herself to pursuing it over hill and dale -- and in the crevices of her keyboard.
Named one of the Top Ten "New" Horror Authors by Horror Novel Reviews, she has seven self-published novels. Book trailers for many of her works may be found on her official website http://www.wendypotocki.com/. Her newest frightmare is THRILL. It's a non-stop chillfest and has been attracting a lot of attention. Her next planned projects are The Witch's Stone, The Virgin, and ZaSo, a Gothic tale of horror. Please subscribe to her mailing list for updates and giveaway information.
In her spare time, she loves to go for long walks, drink Starbucks Apple Chai Lattes, make devotional offerings to her cat named Persephone and be stilled by the grace, beauty and magic of ballet.