Holding Court
K.C. Held
Release Date: March. 1, 2016
Genre: YA Mystery
Sixteen-year-old Jules Verity knows exactly what's in store
at her new job at castle-turned-dinner-theater Tudor Times. Some extra cash,
wearing a fancy-pants dress, and plenty of time to secretly drool over the
ever-so-tasty--and completely unavailable--Grayson Chandler. Except that it's
not quite what she imagined.
For one, the costume Jules has to wear is awful. Then
there's the dead body she finds that just kind of...well, disappears. Oh, and
there's the small issue of Jules and her episodes of what her best friend calls
"Psychic Tourette's Syndrome"--spontaneous and uncontrollable
outbursts of seemingly absurd prophecies.
The only bright side? This whole dead body thing seems to
have gotten Grayson's attention. Except that the more Jules investigates, the
more she discovers that Grayson's interest might not be as courtly as she
thought. In fact, it's starting to look suspicious...
I’ve just entered the main
hallway on the ground floor when I hear voices coming from somewhere down the
wide stone hall in front of me. I would know one of the voices anywhere. It
belongs to none other than Prince Charming himself, Grayson Chandler. Without
thinking, I duck into an alcove to my left that holds a suit of armor. I’m
trying to squeeze between the suit and the wall when my elbow bumps the handle
of the ax held aloft by the armored glove. The ax drops forward, there’s a loud
grating sound, and the little circle of stone I’m standing on starts to turn.
An
opening appears in the wall behind me and I give a yelp of surprise and panic
when I realize I’ve triggered some sort of secret entranceway. The stone circle
grinds to a stop and I find myself in total darkness. I stand still for a
second, trying to get my bearings, then put my hands out and take a step
forward, feeling for something solid in the darkness around me. I turn slowly
until my fingers come into contact with the suit of armor. I shift slightly to
my left and run my hands over the rough stone wall to the side of the alcove,
searching for a light switch or a doorknob or something that will either help
me figure out where I am or get me the hell out. I reach higher on the wall,
and my hand brushes against something that feels like a post set inside a metal
bracket. I run my fingers along the post until I find a small knob at the top.
I hold my breath and twist the knob.
There’s
a soft click and a wall sconce flares to life. I step back from the
sudden glare and stumble over something lying on the floor behind me. I do a
kind of hopping chicken dance as I try to regain my balance but end up landing
on my elbow on the hard stone floor. My eyes fill with tears from the sharp
pain in my arm and I lie there for a second trying to decide if my elbow is
broken or just missing the top layer of skin. Once I determine it’s bloody but
functional, I sit up, and that’s when I see the girl lying on the floor staring
up at me.
“Oh,
jeez, I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to step on you, I had no idea anyone
was in here. Um…are you okay?” She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with
these bulgy bloodshot eyes, and then I notice the chain wrapped around her
throat, biting into her skin. “Oh, crap. You’re dead, aren’t you?”
When
she doesn’t answer, I reach a finger out and touch her forehead. She doesn’t
respond. I let out a whimper and scramble backward. And then I hear something
in the passageway behind me. Something that sounds like heavy breathing.
I stand
up and throw myself at the suit of armor. “Help!” I scream. “Someone get me out
of here!” I run my fingers over the stone wall again, searching for a mechanism
that will open the secret entranceway. I hear a scraping sound behind me and I
scream again. I grab for the ax, desperate for something to protect myself from
whoever, or whatever, is in the passageway behind me. Instead of coming free,
the ax tips forward and the circle of stone begins to move again.
I’m
still screaming when I find myself back in the main hallway, face to face with
Grayson Chandler and a guy holding a very large sword. Before I can stop to
think, I throw myself at Grayson, burying my face in the folds of his billowy
white shirt.
“Grayson!
Oh my God, there’s a girl in there. And she’s dead!”
One (1) winner will receive Holding Court swag pack containing a magnetic prophecy kit, signed bookplate, coloring postcard with stacked coloring pencil, and a bookmark.
About the Author
K.C. HELD was born and raised in California with stopovers
in Honduras, Mexico, and France. Married to her high school sweetheart, and mom
to two avid bookworms, she holds an MFA in costume design and is an
accomplished seamstress with a background in opera, theater, film, and
television. Although she once spent a summer working in a castle, there were no
dead bodies involved.
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