Release Day Blitz: Dead Jed 3: Return of the Jed by Scott Craven with Giveaway

December 15, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Dead Jed 3: Return of the Jed by Scott Craven with Giveaway

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Happy Release Day to

Dead Jed 3: Return of the Jed
by Scott Craven!!

Join us in celebrating this release from Month9Books!

Enter the giveaway found at the end of the post.

Happy Book Birthday, Scott!

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With seventh grade behind him, Jed jumps at the opportunity to spend the summer in Mexico with his dad. But there’s just one catch: Luke and Tread get to tag along.

In Mexico, fitting inmight be easier than Jed imagined, with Holidays such as Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead). Here, a rising 8th grade zombie boy and his zombie dog won’t draw that much attention.

But then Tread unwittingly sets off Mexico’s Chupacabra Defense Network and Jed accidentally collides with a bus. So much for blending in. The unusual pair catch the eye of a professional wrestler, who challenges Jed to a fight!

Their antics manage to capture the attention of a doctor whose knowledge of the undead causes Jed to question his very existence. Is this the answer Jed’s been hoping for since his parents sat him down for the “you’re a zombie” talk? Jed may have finally found a way to be normal, but at what cost?

Dead Jed: Return of the Jed is book 3 in Scott Craven’s humorous and heartwarming series about surviving middle school, fitting in, and embracing one’s differences – even if you are a zombie.

Dead Jed 3: Return of the Jed
by Scott Craven
Publication Date: December 15, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books

excerpt

And all eyes were on us. Four bikers in the corner, in leather vests that probably had skulls on them. Three men at the counter, wearing jeans and cowboy hats. Two old guys at a table, wearing fishing hats, plaid shorts, thigh-high black socks, and sandals. The server stood behind the counter wearing a pink dress with a wide black belt. I couldn’t read her nametag, but I’m sure it read “Blanche” or “Alice” or “Molly,” or some other waitress-appropriate name. And I was sure she called everybody “Sweetie.”

The whole place reeked of stereotypes. So why not join them?

I hunched over, put my arms in front of me, and relaxed my face for the classic, and expressionless, zombie stare.

I took one lurch forward. Another.

“Brains,” I muttered. Another step and half stumble.

I was louder this time. “Braaaiiinnnsssss.”

I snapped my head up, locked stares with Brenda or Mabel. Slowly tilted my head.

My voice bounced off the tiles and linoleum. “Brrrraaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnsss!”

“I can see if we have any left, but I’m going to be honest, rude behavior is not going to get you very far here,” Polly or Bertha said. “Take a seat anywhere, and I’ll be right with you.”

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