Spotlight: In 27 Days by Alison Gervais, Plus Excerpt!
Today we're excited to spotlight Alison Gervais's novel In 27 Days. Read on for more about Alison and her book, plus an excerpt!
Meet Alison Gervais!
Alison Gervais joined the website for aspiring writers, Wattpad, her sophomore year of high school, and In 27 Days followed a few months later. In 27 Days has gone on to win a Watty Award, become the #1 title in the Adventure category, and secure nearly 20 million reads. Alison now attends the University of Colorado Pueblo pursuing a creative
writing degree. If she's not writing or studying for classes, she can be found re-reading Harry Potter, watching Supernatural, or trying to win the affection of her two cats, Kovu and Rocket.
Award-winning Wattpad author Alison Gervais proves she is no rookie with her BLINK debut, In 27 Days. Known by her Wattpad fans as @HonorInTheRain, Gervais first penned the story at age sixteen, and has gone on to receive nearly 20 million reads. In 27 Days captures readers’ heart and nerves as Gervais tells her gripping story of sacrifice, redemption, and first love, with just a little bit of supernatural time travel.
Hadley Jamison receives an unexpected shock when she hears her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn’t know the quiet, reserved guy very well, but Hadley can’t shake the feeling that there was something she could have done to help him. Little does she know, she will actually have the chance. At Archer’s funeral, Hadley is approached by a man named Death who offers her a deal—if she accepts, she will be sent back twenty-seven days in time to prevent Archer from committing suicide.
Twenty-seven days was the length of time it took for Archer to decide
to kill himself, and twenty-seven days is all Hadley has to succeed in
saving him. Unfortunately, Archer isn’t exactly on the same page.
Despite his cold comebacks and aloof exterior, Hadley knows he
needs her, and continues to pursue a friendship with him. Archer begins softening up, and Hadley believes that her mission to save him will be a success.
But just when Hadley is beginning to feel confident, a series of dangerous accidents occur. She and Archer are pushed apart, and she must decide whether she is ready to risk everything—including her own life—to keep Archer safe.
In 27 Days is available in hardcover for $16.99 at retailers nationwide and online on July 25, 2017. An e- book edition is also available.
Excerpt from Chapter Three – The Deal:
When I was four years old, I had the not-so-bright idea to jump into my aunt Theresa’s pool even though I had absolutely no clue how to swim. The shock of the cold water biting at my skin had frozen me to the core. When I’d finally been pulled out, I couldn’t hold back the shivers that wracked through me, and I’d spent several minutes gasping for air.
The same unpleasant, frightening sensation washed over me as I stood on the sidewalk outside the church, staring up into the depthless black eyes of the man who claimed to be Death.
“Er . . .” I snapped my mouth shut to keep my teeth from chattering. “Umm . . . I think . . . I-I . . .”
Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to move, to start running and to not look back, but I couldn’t force myself into motion.
An almost amused expression crossed Death’s face. “You must be made of much stronger stuff than I thought, Hadley Jamison. I was expecting you to have already take off running and screaming by now.”
“Give me another second and I will be,” I managed to say, unable to keep back a shiver.
“Oh, I don’t think you really mean that,” Death mused with a shake of his head. He dropped his cigarette onto the ground and snubbed it out with the toe of his boot. “I think you’re interested in what I have to say.”
“I-I . . . I’m not—“
“Let’s take a little walk, shall we?”
Death had a sudden vise-like grip on my arm and began pulling me right into the middle of oncoming traffic.
“What, are you crazy?” I shrieked, trying to yank my arm out of his iron grasp. “You’re going to get us killed!”
Death let out an annoyed sigh, sinking his nails into my arm “Oh, do be quiet, will you? I know when you’re going to die, and I can assure you, it’s not going to be tonight.”
Somehow, that wasn’t reassuring.
Death stepped up onto the sidewalk across the street and set off walking at a brisk pace, all but dragging me along behind him. I tried digging my heels into the ground, relentlessly tugging at my arm, but I was afraid that if I struggled any further I would end up breaking a bone. I thought about screaming at the top of my lungs, maybe making a grab at someone walking by, but not one person on the sidewalk would even meet my eyes. It was as if they were completely oblivious to the teenage girl being dragged down the street by some man who looked like an extra from Interview with the Vampire.
We made it two blocks before Death abruptly stopped and bent down to mutter in my ear, “You and I both know I’ll just catch you and drag you back by your hair if you try to make a run for it. So I suggest you play along for now, hmm?”
I swallowed hard, fighting back the bile rising in my throat. I did not consider myself a wimp. I was a New Yorker; I could look after myself. But right at that moment? I wasn’t sure if I had ever been so frightened in my entire life.
“Fine,” I said, my voice more like a squeak.
I stopped trying to bolt, even though the urge had now become overwhelming.
By the time Death finally stopped walking, my feet ached inside my heels. “Here we are,” Death said, pulling the door to a Starbucks open with a little flourish.
I stumbled my way into the coffee shop, holding my arms tightly around myself. This had to be some strange, terrifying nightmare; had a guy claiming to be Death really just shown up at my classmate’s funeral to escort me all the way to a Starbucks? Death’s hands descended on my shoulders and forcefully steered me up to the front counter. The girl at the register looked up with a cheery smile that was immediately wiped clean once she laid eyes on Death.
“Erh . . .”
“Good evening,” Death said, his tone suddenly formal. “We’d like two black coffees, please.” The girl nodded robotically, fumbling around for the cups with shaking hands. Death slid a crisp
ten-dollar bill across the counter, smiling kindly. “No change.” “Erhm . . . thank you.”
From the way the girl stumbled around, not meeting our eyes, it was obvious my plan on mouthing help me was not going to work. I grabbed the two coffee cups when the girl handed them over, and Death steered me over to a table by the window that sat beneath a row of paper snowflakes. My stomach did a little flip-flop when Death took a seat, the fluorescent lighting above casting his face into brighter light.
It was like looking at someone terminally ill; his skin was the color of parchment, which stretched taunt across his sharp cheekbones, and his eyes were sunken in. No wonder he went by Death. He looked like it. Even stranger were the black marking crisscrossing every inch of his hands, slipping up the sleeves of his jacket, and creeping under the collar of his shirt. It took me a second to realize that the markings were actually small, crudely shaped clocks. Death’s lips twisted into a grim smile as he stared up at me gesturing to the seat across the small table from him. As he moved his arm, I could’ve sworn I saw the tiny hands on each of the clocks moving. “Have a seat.”
I carefully lowered myself into the seat, clutching my cup of coffee. “Right.” I cleared my throat, hoping to muster up even the smallest amount of courage to get through whatever this was. “What is this about?”
Death set his coffee cup down and clasped his hands together, leaning across the table towards me. “I thought we could have little chat about Archer Morale.”
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OMGG!! I remember reading this on Wattpad years ago!! This book was amazing, and I'm looking forward to reading it on actual book format! This is so exciting!!