For all my friends out in the blogosphere, here is the release of my novel book trailer, Death Comes At Night. Check it out.
I’d love to get your feedback.
Death Comes At Night is a suspense/thriller novel guaranteed to get your heart racing and keep you up at night reading. Death Comes At Night, the novel, is available for purchase on Amazon.com, Barnes&Noble.com or directly from the publisher, Black Rose Writing. For more information email, DeathcomesatnightNovel@gmail.com.
James Dalrymple takes a moment to read Death Comes at Night, in the Cemetery.
Credits:
Nate Cummings as Daniel Monson.
McKenna Cullimore as the Woman
James Dalrymple as the Author
Richard Porter, Camera, Sound, Osmo
Anders Piiparinen, Osmo and Grip
Sterling Elliott, Production Assistant
Meagan Piiparinen, Hair and Makeup
James Dalrymple, Writer, Director, Editor, Composer
Special thanks to Don Wadley for use of his farm.
We shot this video on one of the coldest nights of the year. I had intended to use rain in the video; however, the temperature was near 32ºƒ and McKenna was freezing. And, because this was a volunteer effort, I lost the rain. The cold temperatures did work in our favor as you can see their breath.
Everyone on the crew did a great job. Hopefully, this trailer tweaks your interest enough to buy the book. If it does, let me what you think.
Use promo code: PREORDER2015 to receive a 10% discount. The book will be available as both a hard copy and an ebook on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc. It is scheduled for release in two weeks.
Although this may seem like a dramatic departure from my regular blog posts, I wanted you all to know, and to share, and to buy 🙂
It takes a lot of effort to get a new book out there, so, please share this will all your friends and contacts. And, please buy the book 🙂 It WILL keep you up at night. Comments are welcomed. Please be honest 🙂
Here’s what it’s about:
Daniel Monson is about to find that Death Comes at Night.
Driving home from work one night, Daniel nearly runs over a woman standing in the road. Distraught, screaming, she appears to need his help. When Daniel gets out of his car to help her, what he doesn’t know is that she is already dead. From that moment, Daniel’s life spirals out of control. The dead woman has an agenda.
Kill her killer.
Tormented by the dead woman, Daniel is compelled to help. The closer he gets to her killer, the closer her killer gets to him. The hunter is hunted. Daniel’s life is in jeopardy. Then, the killer turns his attention to Daniel’s wife and daughter. Now, the dead woman must help Daniel before her killer destroys his family.
From the book:
“ARE YOU CRAZY?” Daniel said in his most understated yell. “What are you doing standing in the middle of the road? You could get killed.”
The woman turned slowly toward Daniel, arms at her side. She was barefoot, wearing a black cocktail dress, soaked to the skin. She was slender. Her hair was long and dark and very wet. She could have been swimming. Her eyes looked empty somehow, vacant. Daniel couldn’t tell if she could even see him, or hear him.
He took a step toward her.
“Are you O.K?”
She looked right at him.
Then, she SCREAMED.
A blood-curdling scream.
She backed away from Daniel, pulling her arms across her chest. She convulsed in a gag, bending over.
Daniel took another step toward her.
“NO!” she sobbed. “Don’t touch me. Don’t come near me.”
Daniel backed off. Holding his hands out, to show her he meant no harm.
“It’s O.K. I won’t hurt you. I can help you.”
“Help me?” she sobbed. “Help me, please,” she repeated, desperately.
Daniel took a step toward her.
“No, don’t,” she backed up.
Daniel stopped.
“I won’t,” he said. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
Her sobs continued.
“I…don’t…know. Something…happened.”
“What? Where?”
She pointed down a muddy road, into the dark woods. Drizzling diamonds glistened in the yellowing headlights from Daniel’s car, still on. All Daniel could see was mud, trees and rain.
“It’s so cold.”
Daniel looked at the woman. She didn’t look crazy, just wet. He was the crazy one.
“Here, take my jacket.” Daniel slipped off his soggy sports jacket and held it out to her.
“Hurry,” she said. She turned and began to run down the muddy road, into the darkness, barefoot. That was crazy.
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