In exactly 7 days, my new thriller will be released. It's called SEVEN UNHOLY DAYS, or as readers have nicknamed it, "7UD." Here's what New York Times and international bestselling author James Rollins had to say about this one:
"A simple glitch in a power grid heralds the beginning of a madman's scheme to bring about a biblical apocalypse. Written in a staccato style that will leave readers breathless and flipping pages long into the night, Hatchett's novel, SEVEN UNHOLY DAYS, is a thriller not to be missed!" - James Rollins
7UD is near and dear to my heart. I imagined the type of story I'd most like to read, then decided to write it. It's been circulated among alpha and beta readers far and wide, and the feedback has been encouraging in an overwhelming way. (Just think about what it must take to keep Jim Rollins up at night!) Whatever you can do to spread the word will be SO appreciated!
Now, skipping any more adieu at all, here is the cover for SEVEN UNHOLY DAYS.
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| Seven Unholy Days (an unputdownable thriller available on April 2!) |
THE PROJECTIONIST
Chapter 7
Porter huffed the school steps two at a time, checking his watch on the way. Midstride to the top step, disaster struck in the form of Hank Ledbetter’s outstretched foot. Falling forward from the trip, Porter tried to right himself, overcompensated, and tumbled backward down the old concrete steps. His lanky frame had little padding and he felt every bump on the way down. At the bottom, lying on his back, he looked up to see Ledbetter at the top of the steps, laughing so hard he was bent over with his hands on his knees.
Then the greatest thing ever happened. A girl marched right up
the steps, stepped behind Ledbetter, and shoved him down the steps. He landed beside Porter and didn’t fare as
well, since he fell on his face instead of his backside. Now the girl was doing
exactly as Ledbetter had, bent over, belly-laughing. Now a crowd was gathering,
joining in, taunting Ledbetter, having a large time at his expense. But Porter
didn’t care about Ledbetter or the crowd.
His eyes were on the girl, and what a girl she was. He had seen
her around school a few times. Didn’t know her name, though. She was a year
behind him. Her laughing face looked like sunshine, her eyes like blue stars.
She had short brown hair and a dimple on each cheek. When she finally stopped
laughing at Ledbetter, she looked straight at Porter. To be certain, his normal
reaction would have been to look away at the speed of light when any girl
looked his way. Especially when he was lying on his back on the sidewalk.
Double especially when he got there by being bullied by a jerk like Hank
Ledbetter. Triple especially when the girl
showed up and paid back the bully for him. But he couldn’t look away. He was...he
was...captivated.
She came back down the steps and reached down a hand to help him
up. He took it, stood, still staring at her.
"You okay?" she said.
"Uh, sure, yeah. Thanks."
She stuck her hand out. "I'm Alice."
He took her hand in his and in that first split second of her
skin touching his, he knew he never wanted to let go. "Hamlin," he said.
"That's a funny name."
"Huh?"
"I've never known a Hamlin."
"Oh, sorry. Porter. Porter Hamlin."
She tilted her head kind of sideways. "You sure you're
okay?"
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, see you later." She smiled. Paused. "Can I
have my hand back now?"
"Oh, sorry." Porter let go. Alice bounded up the steps,
then looked back over her shoulder just before she went through the door. And
she winked. At him.
At his feet, Ledbetter groaned and rolled over onto his back.
"You'll pay for that," he said.
And for the second time in five minutes, Porter didn't react like
Porter. Instead, he looked down at Hank Ledbetter, with his skinned nose and
skinned forehead and skinned chin, and said, "I'll pay for you tripping
me?"
"Damn better believe you'll pay for that bitch, then she
will too."
Third time and the most radical departure imaginable: Without thinking, Porter cocked his leg and
kicked Ledbetter in the face. Not all that hard, mind you, and he was wearing
sneakers, but still. Then he laughed and climbed the steps and went inside
Diebold High.
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Porter would later remember absolutely nothing about the rest of
that day. This would prove more significant than anyone could have imagined.
Ever.
