Blog Tour ~ Sneaking Out by Chuck Vance ~ Excerpt + Giveaway

Blog Tour ~ Sneaking Out by Chuck Vance ~ Excerpt + Giveaway

Good morning all,

Yep, a third promo post! It is a busy day today phew. Welcome to the Blog Tour for Sneaking out, the newest book by Chuck Vance! I also participated in the Book Blitz, so I just had to sign up for the Blog Tour.

For today’s post I got all the usual things, but also an excerpt, and a giveaway (sorry guys, US only).

Let’s go start this tour!

Could you sleep next to a murderer?

Luke Chase—yes, that Luke Chase, a modern hero ripped from the headlines—didn’t mean to get caught up in Mrs. Heckler’s murder. He just wanted to hook up with the hot new British girl at St. Benedict’s, and if that meant sneaking out to the woods after hours, then so be it. But little did he know someone would end up dead right next to their rendezvous spot, and his best friend and roommate Oscar Weymouth would go down for it. With suspects aplenty and a past that’s anything but innocent, Luke Chase reluctantly calls on his famous survival skills to find the true killer.

For fans of “A Study in Charlotte” and boarding school lit, “Sneaking Out” (book one in the “Chased” series) immerses readers in the privileged prep school world, with a mystery that exposes the dark side of life on a residential high school campus.


Buy the book here:Amazon ||| B&N

About the author:

Chuck Vance is a pseudonym for a bestselling writer of both adult mysteries and novels for young adults. Vance attended boarding school in Connecticut and graduated from Columbia University. Vance has lived in New York, Moscow, London, Paris and Los Angeles and is frequently on the move.

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Excerpt time!

Luke made his way up the hill to the Loop, the path that ran around the campus. He’d have to go through the woods, even near the part where Mrs. Heckler had died, but he wasn’t scared.

Actually, he wanted to be close to it, as if it would bring him some answers.

Inside the woods everything darkened immediately. The tall pine trees obscured the waning sunlight, and shadows flickered off surrounding rocks. All Luke could hear were his own footsteps, pounding along, smashing the crackling leaves below. His breathing sounded loud and panicky in the quiet. Luke twisted his head from one side to the other, studying the clusters of century-old trees. Soon they would be completely stripped of their shaggy leaves and turn into tangled knots of twisted branches. Everything was dying now.

Luke was starting to feel winded; he hadn’t run this much in a long time. Maybe he’d been overly ambitious and should have stopped before with the others. He felt a slight cramp in his stomach, so he slowed his pace. There wasn’t much further to go before getting back into the open, thank God, because Luke was starting to register that weird feeling again, like someone was pursuing him.

A strong sense of déjà vu descended on him and he was instantly crushed by the vivid memory of the mad dash he’d made through the Virginia woods three years prior. His pulse quickened as thoughts of those harrowing days drifted back into his mind.

All of his senses were on fire, exploding with overstimulation. The warblers’ songs echoed off the large oak and weathered hickory trees that engulfed him. Their cooing calls to one another seemed more ominous than joyful. The woods were steaming from a recent rainfall and Luke inhaled the strong odor with every heaving breath. His feet pounded over the muddy forest floor, splashed through puddles and over rust and copper-colored leaves, searching for an exit. Out of the corner of his eye, in the dark underbrush, he saw glimpses of woodchucks and groundhogs darting furtively out of his way, as scared of him as he was of his pursuers. The dazzling beauty of nature that his grandfather had introduced him to was now lost on him, and relegated to a dizzying and haunted backdrop for his worst nightmare.

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