New Release | Out of Body by Kimberly Baer #yalit #yaparanormal #teenlit #scifi #paranormal #newrelease #bookboost
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    • Feb 20
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New Release | Out of Body by Kimberly Baer #yalit #yaparanormal #teenlit #scifi #paranormal #newrelease #bookboost



Title: Out of Body

Author: Kimberly Baer

Genre: Young adult paranormal/sci-fi

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

 

Those weird dreams Abby Kendrick has been having? Turns out they aren’t dreams after all. They’re out-of-body experiences, like the ones her cousin Logan is having. At first Abby has fun with her new ability, using it to spy on her neighborhood crush and spook a mean girl. But when Logan gets in trouble on the astral plane, the game changes, and Abby must bend the rules of out-of-body travel as she journeys to a distant realm. Her mission is a perilous one, and success is not guaranteed. Can she save Logan and find her way home again? Or will the cousins be lost forever on the astral plane?

 

Excerpt:

 

When I got to the corner, I saw one of the missing-dog flyers tacked to a utility pole. It included two photos of Roscoe—a close-up of his grinning little doggy face and a wider shot of his whole body. A reward of fifty dollars was offered for information leading to his safe return.

 

I really did miss the little guy. The night after my mother told me he’d run away, I’d dreamed about him. In the dream, he was tied to a tree in the back yard of a house in a nearby neighborhood, a light-green house with maroon trim. I remembered wondering why anybody would paint a house such ugly, clashing colors. I was floating in the air, and Roscoe was barking up at me. Then somebody hollered out a window, “Shut up, you mangy mutt!”

 

I frowned. Remembering that dream was giving me a funny feeling. The same itchy feeling I’d gotten when Logan was telling me about his out-of-body experiences.

A small, thick cloud abruptly blotted out the sun, and in the grayed-out light, the world around me took on an ominous tone.

 

A cluster of prematurely brown leaves scuttled down the sidewalk like brittle spiders.

 

A black car with frowny-eyed headlights cruised past, its occupants—vampires? demons?—concealed behind tinted windows.

 

The season’s last insects hummed urgently, like tense violin music in a thriller movie.

 

My heart pounded. My breath rasped.

 

I tried to think about other things, happy things—lasagna for lunch, just me and Dad; a movie I’d been wanting to see coming on TV tonight—but my mind kept snapping back to that dream. It had been a tiny, meaningless dream. Not much to offer plot-wise. Why was it thumping so insistently inside me?

 

You know why, said a firm, quiet voice in my mind.

 

But I don’t.

 

You do. It’s because—

 

I walked faster, trying to outrace the voice. Knowing I couldn’t.

 

—because there was something different about that dream.

 

No, there wasn’t!

 

Something strange.

 

“No,” I said, as if uttering the word aloud would give it more weight. “It was just a dream. A normal, stupid dream that didn’t mean a thing.”

 

Except it didn’t feel like a dream.

 

Yes, it did.

 

It felt like real life.

 

That’s crazy! That’s impossible! That’s—

 

Like. Real. Life.

 

The words slammed into me like three bullets. I stopped walking.

 

Like real life. That was how Logan had described his dreams before he’d realized they were out-of-body experiences.

 

Had the Roscoe dream been an OBE?

 

“No,” I moaned, sagging against a hefty oak tree in the Hoffmans’ front yard.

 

It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Out-of-body travel was Logan’s thing, not mine. I was letting my imagination run wild. My mother always said I was impressionable.

 

Then again, was it so crazy to think I might have the same weird ability Logan had? After all, we were cousins. Maybe it was a trait we shared, like our thin brown hair and knobby knees.

 

A violent shiver rippled through me, even though the sun was once more warming the air. The notion that I might have left my body like a dead person and flown off into the night was terrifying.

 

And also exhilarating.

 

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Author Biography:

 

Kimberly Baer is an author and professional editor who was born and raised in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, a town marginally famous for having endured three major floods. She even lived there during one of them. She enjoys power-walking on days when it’s not too hot, too cold, too rainy, too snowy, or too windy. On indoor days, you're likely to find her hard at work on her next novel or binge-watching old episodes of Survivor, her favorite guilty pleasure. 

 

Kim has had her nose in a book practically since birth. Her first story, written at age six, was about a baby chick that hatched out of a little girl’s Easter egg after somehow surviving the hard-boiling process. These days she writes in a variety of genres, including adult romantic suspense, young adult, and middle-grade. Her books are published by The Wild Rose Press and have won several awards.

 

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