NeverHaven by Michael W. Garza Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway @mwgarza

Genre: YA Fiction/Occult & Supernatural
Release Date: October 8th 2018
NeverHaven Press

The bond between twins can bend but never break.
Elizabeth is crazy, at least that’s what everyone believes. She sees things, terrible things no one wants to hear about. Her twin sister, Jessica, used to see things too, but she convinced herself long ago it was all in her head. The sixteen-year-old was left to drift through the chaos alone, abandoned by her other half. But now the darkness has come calling.
Vision of the Elder
This YA Paranormal Series follows the trail of those children forced to bear witness to the sacred rites of the Cult of the Elder. Their eyes are opened to the darkness beyond the void, and their lives are forever changed.
Book I: NeverHaven
Book II: Children of the Mark (Forthcoming)
Book III: The Crimson Door (Forthcoming)

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s eyes sprang open. It took her a moment to realize she was awake. Her room was dark, and
a thin line of light shone through the slit under her bedroom doo
r. A haze of sleep clung to her mind,
and she couldn
t understand the panic in her chest. She was shaking, and her heart thumped
wildly in
her ears.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts before sitting up in the b
ed. She couldn
t shake a strange
sensation of pain in her hands and feet. For a moment she thought she might
be having a heart attack. It
took her another few seconds to recognize the connection she
d blocked out for so long. Something was
wrong with Elizabeth.
Jessica threw back the covers and hopped onto the floor. The cold boards
sent a shock through her
body, but it was a sound that froze her in place. She was midway between
her bed and the bedroom
door when the panic increased tenfold. The pain in her limbs intensified, an
d the fear for her sister was
the only thing that convinced her to move. Jessica reached the door,
grabbed hold of the handle, and
then pressed her ear to the wood.
A series of sounds echoed across the hall outside the room, ending with a
muffled cry. Jessica clenched
her teeth as she pressed down on the handle. The door slowly cracked, and
she slid her eye to the
opening. The entire floor was cloaked in darkness, but moonlight offered a view i
nto Elizabeth
s room.
Jessica pulled open the door enough to squeeze through. Her foot touch
ed the floor out in the hall when
a shadow crossed the light in Elizabeth
s room followed by a loud thump. Another muffled cry struck
s heart with terror.
She rushed across the open space and pressed her back against the wall outside Elizab
s doorway.
The sounds of a struggle intensified, and Jessica tried to gather her courage. Sh
e was through the
doorway before she knew what she was doing. The moonlight revealed several figures standing
throughout the bedroom. The main struggle came from Elizabeth
s bed, where at least two people
stood over the girl.
s mind seized up as several figures lurched toward her. She managed to get out a scream
they grabbed hold of her. The initial impact flung Jessica onto the
floor. The side of her head smacked
the ground, and her vision blurred and then filled with sparkling light
She tried to yell again, but something was forced into her mouth the mo
ment she opened it. Confusion
erupted within the room as all of the shadows moved at once. Jessica made one
last attempt to roll over
when a vicious strike caught her on the back of the head and everything
went dark.

The car stopped at the curb in front of the house. An uncomfortable pressure swelled up within the vehicle the moment they left the hospital, growing worse with every passing second. Jessica opened her door a moment before Elizabeth thought the entire thing might explode. The girls waited on the steps for their parents and a familiar figure appeared in the bay window of the house directly across the street.
Aaron Turner was a peculiar boy. He never said much and he stared far too long for anyone’s comfort. In an odd twist of fate, the boy was also a twin, but his brother Michael died in a car accident a few years after the Fishers moved in across the street. Neither of the girls remembered much about the accident.
Elizabeth and Jessica spent time with Aaron at home and school when they were younger. Something about his understanding of what it was like to be a twin was both comforting and sad. He grew distant as the teenage years set in, and contact receded to little more than an occasional wave. As far as Jessica was concerned, he was harmless, but Elizabeth wasn’t so sure. He waved at them from the window and Jessica laughed as she waved back. She poked Elizabeth and laughed harder.
“He’s just trying to be nice,” Jessica said.
“It’s kinda creepy.”
“No it’s not,” she said and stopped waving. “I think he’s cute.”
“Eww,” Elizabeth said and then spun around to face the front door. “He needs a friend.”
“You’re one to talk.”
Jessica went quite when their parents reached the bottom step and started up. Dr. Wesley walked behind them. Mr. Fisher pretended not to notice as Mrs. Fisher took a sip from the small flask she carried in her purse. She reached the stoop and slipped an arm around each of the girls.
“It’s good to be home,” she said, slightly slurring the end of her announcement. Her eyes were on Elizabeth. “Let’s make sure your rooms are in order, then you need to sit down with Alicen.” She never called her Dr. Wesley. “No complaints.”
The last order was said in a tone the girls assigned to a military drill instructor. Elizabeth sighed but nodded in compliance. Mr. Fisher opened the door, and the girls stepped past him and into the house. They climbed up both flights of stairs with Elizabeth leaning on Jessica for support. The twins stopped in the small hallway between their rooms, finding a familiar face looking back at them from Elizabeth’s open doorway.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Nichol Prescott could be the biggest pain in the butt when she wanted to; however, she was the only adult in the house who ever showed any real affection. Neither of the girls was certain if the fondness was sincere, but at the moment, Elizabeth would take it. One part nanny, one part school teacher, the young woman always kept a watchful eye on the girls. The twins figured a woman in her late twenties should be doing something more exciting with her life, but she was dedicated to her position.
Nichol wrapped her arms around Elizabeth and squeezed. She returned the affection and closed her eyes. Elizabeth knew her loosening emotions were a sign the drugs were starting to work, but she didn’t care. She let go of Nichol and stepped back. Her head whirled, and she had to grab a hold of her doorframe to steady herself. Jessica and Nichol responded at the same time.
“Are you all right?”
Elizabeth nodded. “I need to sit down.”
Nichol helped her into the room, and Elizabeth sat on the foot of her bed. She took a long, slow breath before sitting up straight.
“You should get out of those clothes and into something more comfy,” Nichol said as she headed for the chest of drawers. “Maybe I should run you a hot…”
Nichol trailed off, and Elizabeth’s eyes found Jessica at the door. They’d discovered Elizabeth in the bathtub, at least that’s what the nurse said.
Nichol attempted to shift the conversation. “Are you hungry?”
Elizabeth shook her head and held onto a fake smile. She looked around her bedroom and noticed two things immediately. There was a small cot laid out on the far side of the room, near the bathroom door, and the entire room was clean. The cleanliness was the kind that came from scrubbing with elbow grease, and it was also the kind that meant every inch of her belongings had been searched. Elizabeth eyed the cot.
“Are we having a slumber party?”
Nichol pulled out a nightshirt from the chest of drawers, followed by a thick pair of socks. She looked at the door, and Jessica backed out into the hallway and disappeared. Nichol brought the clothes over to the bed and laid them down beside Elizabeth.
She stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. “The cot is for me.”
“Doctor’s orders.”
“Doctor evil or a real doctor?” Elizabeth asked.
Nichol ignored the question. She took a moment to remove a hair tie from her jeans pocket and then pulled her curly brown locks up behind her head. “I don’t want to argue with you about this,” she said as she finished tying her hair. “This isn’t up for debate.”
Elizabeth crossed her arms. “Are you going to watch me go to the bathroom too?” She was about to shoot off another snide remark when she realized that Nichol didn’t respond. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Nichol put her hands back on her hips. “You have to keep the door open.”
Elizabeth’s mouth hung ajar. She finally said the nastiest thing she could think of. “Are you going to help me wipe?”
She was sorry she said it the moment it left her lips, but the damage was done. Nichol eyed her in silence for a long uncomfortable time before walking to the door. She faced the hallway but didn’t leave the room.
Her words were edged with a tinge of ice when she finally spoke. “Get dressed. Dr. Wesley wants to see you as soon as you’re settled in.”

Michael W. Garza often finds himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes regularly surprise him and it’s always his ambition to amaze those curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply astonishes them.

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