The Grave Winner Blog Tour: Welcome Lindsey R. Loucks

When I saw the cover for this book, I had to be a part of the Dark World Books Tour for Lindsey. Isn’t it scrumptiously spooky? I adore Leigh’s outfit, and wished I’d gone through the goth phase in my school days. This has to be one of the coolest book covers I’ve seen so far this year.

Single tree in field during winter 2

    The Grave Winner

(The Grave Winner #1)

Leigh Baxton is terrified her mom will come back from the dead — just like the prom queen did.

While the town goes beehive over the news, Leigh bikes to the local cemetery and buries some of her mom’s things in her grave to keep her there. When the hot and mysterious caretaker warns her not to give gifts to the dead, Leigh cranks up her punk music and keeps digging.

She should have listened.

Two dead sorceresses evicted the prom queen from her grave to bury someone who offered certain gifts. Bury them alive, that is, then resurrect them to create a trio of undead powerful enough to free the darkest sorceress ever from her prison inside the earth.

With help from the caretaker and the dead prom queen, Leigh must find out what’s so special about the gifts she gave, and why the sorceresses are stalking her and her little sister. If she doesn’t, she’ll either lose another loved one or have to give the ultimate gift to the dead – herself.

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Lindsey’s here with a guest post. Take it away, Lindsey.

When I was about ten years old, my mom made me watch The Exorcist. *twitches* And look how well I turned out! Now I use the term made lightly because my mom knew what I could and couldn’t handle. She told me it was the scariest movie she’d ever seen and she wanted to share it with me right then. Of course, if I had become too freaked out, she would’ve powered off the TV in a heartbeat. But I didn’t. I watched the entire movie between the cracks of my fingers, which I closed over my eyes if things got too intense. And I loved every second of it.

Fast forward a year to the day when my parents handed me a stack of Stephen King books since I’d already inhaled every other book in the house. I’d sit in my favorite chair after school with my hand inside a Cheerios box, my muscles tight with horror, as I flipped the pages faster and faster. Finally, I knew what my parents were talking about some nights at the dinner table when they’d quote their favorite line from one of King’s books. For example, my dad would often say, “We all float down here, Lindsey” (It), or sometimes my mom would say to my dad, “No more pie for you, you dirty birdy (Misery).” Now that I was old enough to be in the same reading club as them, they didn’t seem as insane as I once thought.

All this fueled my need for more thrills and more chills. I watched horror movies all by myself, at night, in the dark, just so I could scare myself silly. I read as much as I could in the horror and paranormal genres. I still do. That paranoid, teeth-clamped-together-so-tight-they’ll-crack feeling is an addiction. Thankfully this addiction won’t kill me. At least, I don’t think it will…

What are some of your favorite horror movies or books? I’m always on the lookout for more!


Thanks for sharing, Lindsey. I remember being curled up under the bed covers as a twelve or thirteen year old reading Stephen King’s The Stand. Some of my favourite horror movies are The Lost Boys, 28 Weeks Later and Scream. What about you guys? What would you recommend for Lindsey?

Find Lindsey’s Bio and contact info.

Lindsey-R-Loucks-199x300Bio:  Lindsey R. Loucks works as a school librarian in rural Kansas. When she’s not discussing books with anyone who will listen, she’s dreaming up her own stories. Eventually her brain gives out, and she’ll play hide and seek with her cat, put herself in a chocolate induced coma, or watch scary movies alone in the dark to reenergize. She’s been with her significant other for almost two decades.

Check out her website or find her on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads for more information and to contact her. She would love to hear from you!

If that wasn’t enough to intrigue you, I’ve got an excerpt right here. And there’s a US only giveaway going on over HERE if you want to check that out.


Dad, Darby, and I stood rooted in place at Mom’s burial. The weight in my chest threatened to suffocate me if I looked at the lid of her gleaming casket any longer. Instead, I focused on the black birds cutting across the sky in a sharp V formation. They pressed on until the tops of the trees took them from me.

The preacher had stopped talking a long time ago. People still crowded around us, heads bent, smothering their sniffles with tissues. Someone patted my back. I wished they’d stop. No attempt to comfort would help.

The white-haired old man hovering back by the fence hacked loudly then puffed on a cigarette with a dirt-spattered hand. When we arrived at Heartland Cemetery, I’d seen him preparing another grave for a casket. He bounced on the balls of his feet, probably anxious to get the body in the ground.

Mom’s body. Once the ground swallowed her, her death would be final, and that guy wanted to speed things up. He probably wanted to get to his coffee break or something. Heat flashed through my gut. I took a step towards him.

Dad grabbed the collar of my dress and yanked me back. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words died in my throat when I saw the tears slipping down his cheeks.

Darby had her head buried in his side. She looped her small fingers around my plaid belt, the one Mom got me for my fifteenth birthday. I grasped Darby’s warm hand and closed my eyes against the pricks of hurt inside them.

The people closing us in shifted and began to wander away. The old man inched closer to Mom’s casket. Dad tightened his hold on my collar. I gripped Darby’s fingers and glared at the man.

The few people who were left gave us consoling looks and said empty words before they drifted off. One was the woman who’d seen my funeral attire earlier and clucked her tongue in disapproval. Mom had loved my black eyeliner and these combat boots, though. She’d said I reminded her of herself when she was young.

“It’s time,” Dad said.

A choked cry forced its way out of my mouth. No, it wasn’t. If we left, the old man would lower Mom into the ground. It would be final, and I couldn’t stand it.

“Why?” I asked, my voice cracking.

Dad just shook his head, hugged us both to him, and turned to leave Mom with the old man.

I wriggled free and ran.

“Leigh?” Dad called.

I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing. But I needed to be away—away from that stupid man who wanted to put the final punctuation mark on Mom’s life. Away from the unfairness of her death.

My breath came in quick, sharp gasps as I wound around crumbling headstones. The sun threw bright rays on the maze of white, rocky paths and made my eyes tear up. I pumped my legs harder until I became nothing but movement. The untied laces of my left boot whipped my bare legs. Grass and mud around the graves muffled my steps until my boot flew off my foot and landed with a thwack in the middle of a cluster of trees.

I leaned over to catch my breath, unsure if I wanted to laugh or cry. Several yards behind me, Dad and Darby stood and waited. I waved them on to the gates and went to retrieve my boot.  There seemed to be no one around except the trees and me. The leaves murmured to each other while the wind swayed the branches. Heartland Cemetery had more trees than the rest of Krapper, Kansas, and they all whispered and danced for the amusement of the dead.

A sudden breeze brushed over my arms and sent a faint smell of rotten hamburger past my nose. My stomach rolled. What was that? That didn’t smell like the usual slaughtered cow stink that came from the other side of town. I shoved my foot into my boot and hobbled away.

The breeze and stink faded to nothing as quickly as they had come. I bent to tie my boot, but a crackling behind me made me pause. A cloud cast long, dark shadows over the headstones and chilled my skin. The hairs along my arms prickled.

The crackling came closer. I turned my head slightly. In the corner of my eye, inky black darkness crawled up the bark of a nearby tree.

I gasped and shot to my feet. The black ink crept to the tips of the branches and ripped away its leaves, leaving it empty and naked. More darkness pooled at the bottom of the trunk and inched along the grass towards me. Every green blade curled in on itself with that awful crackling sound, dying. The darkness reached straight for me.

A shudder raced across my shoulders. I stumbled backwards. My gaze caught on blackened footprints that led to the tree. Someone was doing this? But how? This wasn’t possible.

I glanced back at Dad and Darby, but they’d gone on without me. This couldn’t be real. None of it. I shook my head hard, trying to wake myself. Nothing changed.

Something dark fluttered from behind the dead tree. Whoever was doing this stood behind the trunk.

I dug my nails into my palms, pressed my lips together, and took a step back. A branch snapped under my boot, louder than the crackling. I froze. My heart jumped.

Scraps of muddy fabric flapped around the trunk, followed by a girl.

My flesh crept up and down my bones. Sweat trickled down the back of my dress. That rotten meat stink kicked my stomach, forcing me to clap a hand over my nose and mouth.

The torn fabric that hung from the girl’s scrawny frame looked like a prom dress. Mud and grime covered her entire body. Her mouth sagged open in a silent scream.

I couldn’t move. The darkness pooled underneath the dangling hem of the girl’s dress and spread dangerously close to the toes of my boots, but I couldn’t move.

The girl raised her tucked chin and looked at me. The whites of her eyes blazed behind the mud caking her face. Her open mouth held the same black gloom that dripped at her feet. A grimy tiara perched on the side of her head.

My muscles stiffened. I gasped as recognition hit me.

I knew the girl. Or knew of her. Her social circle was my social nightmare. Her name was Sarah, a popular cheerleader who committed suicide a week ago.

But how could she be here when she should be in the ground? I had to be hallucinating. My grief, the stress from the day, it was all making me see things.

Jumbled whispers swirled through the air. Was Sarah trying to tell me something? Because I didn’t want to hear it. My feet finally got the message to move just before the killing darkness touched my boots. I ran.

“Mom,” I called without thinking. Mom.

The old man cranked a lever that lowered her into the ground. A dull pain stitched my side. A sob welled in my throat. I couldn’t watch.

“Dad!” I raced for the cemetery gates. He and Darby stood just outside. When I neared them, I breathed, “Something’s wrong.” Because what else could I say in front of Darby? If she’d seen what I saw, it would be too much to handle in one day. I stood so I blocked her view of anything behind me and resisted the urge to flip the glasses off her face.

Jo, my best friend, put her hand on my shoulder. I hadn’t even noticed she was there. “What is it, Leigh?”

I took giant gulps of air and risked a glance behind me. The trees looked normal. Black death hadn’t dripped everywhere. Everyone was in their graves.

That fact made me wince. “Nothing.”


Great excerpt. Best of luck with the release, Lindsey!

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31 Responses to The Grave Winner Blog Tour: Welcome Lindsey R. Loucks

  1. Picture me slicing my one hand through the air and stating, “I loved every single thing about this post!” Just because I talk with my hands a lot! Oh my word. The Exorcist – I watched that, too, when I was around sixteen and it banned in South Africa at the time. A friend who’d come over from Scotland had brought a video (VHS back then), and we watched it over and over. Had the most amazing nightmares for days on end, yet we could not help but watch. As for the conversations and quotes from Stephen Kings’ books Lindsey was privvy to? WOW. I’d have loved to be a part of that dinner table’s conversation for sure!

    Fabulous cover: wish I’d dressed like that, too, now I’d just look ridiculous, lol. Awesome excerpt, and I really like the way it’s written.

    Loads of luck with The Grave Winner – it looks and reads like a winner!

    • Emma says:

      I remember you telling me about your experience with The Exorcist before, Sandra. 🙂 and me saying I watched it at a slumber party and we all laughed through it. Giggling teenager girls, what are you going to do?

      Maybe we should do a blogger meetup and come in fancy dress. Then we could wear something like that? 🙂

  2. ellamedler says:

    Wow! That cover sells the book! And then you read the blurb and want to start straight away! 🙂

  3. Indiewritersreview says:

    Cover is awesome and the books sounds great! (Goes on my wish list:O)

    • Emma says:

      Fess up, Michelle. How many books are on that pesky wish list? 🙂

      • Indiewritersreview says:

        Now my TBR list and my Wish list are two different things:) My TBR list are those I have committed to reading and reviewing (of course with the understanding, its a long list and therefore a definite time cannot be given, but I am ACTIVELY now attempting to zero it down…) in fact this summer that is my goal to zero the TBR out by summers end…and on that list about, idk…without looking, I would say approximately 20….NOW my wish list is a list of books that are combined with books from Goodreads that I mark want to read or see other places and I like…but there is no commitment to read, meaning I see and I like…up until what yesterday, I was calling it both TBR, BUT I said I would now designate for clarity…my wish list has close to over 300…or more…and my wish list is for books I would ONE day like to read, and may read in no definite order, ONE day IF i EVER get a free moment…or just defiantly MAKE that moment:) So there you have it:O) And you Ms. Emma? How many on yours?

      • Emma says:

        Good idea to separate the TBR list from the wish list. I have probably 100 or so books I’d like to get sometime this decade. 🙂

      • Indiewritersreview says:

        LOL…yep, just came to me, and so when I saw the ACTUAL number that are due pretty much right now (20) versus hundreds…I felt better:O)

  4. Mae Clair says:

    LOVE, the cover! And how uncommonly brave to watch The Exorcist at 10! That’s one movie I still won’t watch. I remember reading The Shining as a kid and being scared silly by the topiary bushes!

  5. Ooh…scary! The excerpt got me curious and it’s not even my usual genre!

  6. Thank you so much for hosting me, Emma! Yes, that book cover… I don’t get much done these days because I can’t stop staring at it. It was designed by The Princess of Shadows, aka Liliana Sanches: She’s a wizard.

    The Lost Boys! I’ve seen that movie about twenty two hundred times and I still love it! Scream is another great one. I remember seeing that one in the theater, and after the opening scene, I thought that this movie was going to be awesome. I was not disappointed! I’m adding 28 Weeks Later to my Netflix queue right now. Thank you for the suggestion!

    Sandra – I talk with my hands, too! Yeah, our dinner conversations were never dull.

    Ella and Indie – thank you so much for stopping by!

    Mae – the bushes! I reeeeally want to find a maze like the one in The Shining and run through it at night. Anyone want to come with me? 🙂

    Kitt – I’m happy you enjoyed the excerpt!

    • Emma says:

      I popped over to her deviantART page – she does stunning work. And The Lost Boys –
      220 times, *laughs* – that’s a lot. I think you have me beat, Lindsey.

      28 Weeks Later is a sequel to 28 Days Later, but it can stand on it own – if you get to these films, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

      Best of luck with The Grave Winner – I think it’s going to do brilliantly.

  7. love the blurb for this book. Right up my ally. And I think I was around ten when I first watched ‘The Exorcist’. I also think I was around ten when I need a night light because I was affraid of what was in my attic.

  8. T.F.Walsh says:

    Huge congrats… love your cover. I still find the Exorcist movie terrifying:)

  9. I love this cover!! And the book sounds awesome!

    I was a child of the horror genre too. I couldn’t get enough of them. Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, they were all my faves. They seem corny now, but back then and at my age, they were freaky as hell! Now I’m more terrified of the spooky movies of the ghostly variety. Something about the thought that things like that could really happen freaks me out.

    Great post and excerpt!

    • louckslindsey says:

      I agree, L.J. All those horror movies are a tad hokey now, but back then, they were pretty terrifying!

    • Emma says:

      It’s funny how we were all kids watching things like A Nightmare on Elm Street. I still love horror films. It’s like going on a scary ride at the amusement park – an adrenaline rush.

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