This is part of the book blog tour for Vigilante Nights by Erin Richards, organized by Shane at Itching for Books.
A “good boy” will do anything for vengeance when a gang rite kills his twin sister. Will Lucas win, or follow his sister Silver into the darkness?
After a hideous car wreck, Lucas wakes from a coma to find that his world is gutted. Not only is his beloved twin sister, Silver, gone forever, but Lucas is broken in body and spirit. He will never be a college athlete, and is robbed of what he now realizes was the most important bond of his life. Although they weren’t identical twins, Lucas and Silver shared a bond so fierce it defied reason, and was nearly supernatural.
After her death, that bond seems to endure when Lucas sees Silver everywhere he turns. Either he’s crazy, or Silver is trying to tell him something about the California gang initiation they stumbled into that cost Silver her life. Lucas is bent on revenge, turning on Raymond, Silver’s former boyfriend; the one Lucas never wanted her to date. He forms a posse of vigilantes to take out the gangsters responsible for Silver’s death, but he risks not only his own life, but the love of the new girl on his block, who knows more about Lucas and Silver than can be accounted for by mere chance.
As a blog tour host, I’m going to share an excerpt with you today.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.
Excerpt from Vigilante Nights
By Erin Richards
from Chapter Three
“Hold on,” yelled the strict new English teacher in room thirtytwo. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”
Twenty-seven seniors returned to their assigned seats. A disappointed murmur raced up and down the neat rows of desks.
“Um . . . Mr. Dalton, sir,” I said in a mock display of Stupid. Unaccustomed embarrassment ignited in my chest. Before accident, I would’ve gotten off on the class clown act. After accident, I played an expected role. The one thing I counted on to keep my crown of barbed wire.
“Yes.” Dalton studied his seating chart. “Mr. Alexander.”
“It’s Lucas, sir.”
“Mr. Alexander, if you don’t mind getting to the point.” Exasperation clipped his tone.
“Yes, sir. Uh . . . Mr. Dalton, sir . . . um, when the bell rings, doesn’t that mean we’re dismissed?” Normally, I’d fake stutter. No faking going on now. My prankster genes had taken a powder. “That’s why they installed those things called bells,” I managed to blurt out.
Stilted sniggers escalated from one corner of the classroom to the others.
“Oh, jeez, here we go,” someone mumbled sarcastically.
Wilted, hollow thorns pricked my scalp. The class-clown act no longer gave me joy. I fidgeted on the wooden seat, my butt growing numb. I wanted to get out. Wished I’d shoved my foot in my mouth.
A muscle in Dalton’s neck throbbed, ready to explode. I fought to keep from shielding my face from the blood about to spurt. He slammed an eBay-special clipboard on the desk, the sound bouncing up to the twelve-foot-high ceiling. Soon as the classroom fell silent, he asked one of four beach-blonde cheerleaders in the front row to repeat his earlier rule concerning dismissal, “for all to hear, especially the hearing-impaired Mr. Alexander.” He’d already shoved the subject of dismissal — one of his commandments — up our backdoors at the beginning of the period.
I almost took verbal umbrage — Silver’s calendar word of the day — at the “hearing-impaired” remark, but I had pushed my luck with my classmates. Not that my bum leg allowed room to disobey the rule and jump out of my seat earlier. Small favors.
Lead cheerleader Suz Williams clearly enunciated the stupid-ass law, “Students must remain seated at all times. Class is dismissed when Mr. Dalton so instructs.”
“Now, Mr. Alexander.” Dalton’s slitty-eyed glare nailed me. “You may learn the rule by writing it longhand one hundred times. Due at the beginning of class tomorrow.” He paused for emphasis.
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