Even a hot ghost with deep blue eyes and a killer smile can be sexy and can make your heart go pitter patter.
Woohoo! We’re in the final countdown to the release of The Mortician’s Daughter. I’m getting so excited and anxious for you to read it. I grew to love Riley, and I think you will too. If you haven’t pre-orderd it yet, you better hurry. It comes out in one week on Halloween, Oct. 31st. And if you pre-order, you get The Mortician’s Daughter at a special pre-order price. So why not order it now and save some money? Place your order at Kobo, Indie Bound, Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
In case you haven’t made up your mind to pre-order, here’s another excerpt. I love the way Riley and Hayden interact!
Excerpt of The Mortician’s Daughter
Hayden looks over at me.
“Hi.” He’s still bright, still hot, sporting a tight black tee and jeans, but that’s not what has me gawking.
It’s the fact that Pumpkin’s okay with him being here. Or more than okay, the cat’s practically drooling. He only drools on me. Never, not once, has he befriended a spirit. Sylvania tried everything to get him to come to him. He adored cats, and it was because of his own cat that he wouldn’t move on. I had to go collect the gray tabby and find it a new, loving home. Only then did the sweet old man pass over.
I sit up, bend my knees, and wrap my arms around them. “Pumpkin likes you.”
He grins. “That’s because I’m charming.” He continues to stare at me. “Did you know you kinda snore, kinda purr when you’re asleep.”
“It’s cute. Not loud or anything.” There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “I had to get really close to hear it.”
Really close? I sit there imagining him really close to me in bed and I get tingles, and not the kind I normally get from spirits. I open my mouth to say something, but there are no words waiting to come out. I’m never tongue-tied with spirits. It’s as if instinctively I know it’s my job to help them.
“And I also noticed you only put polka dots on one of your toes. What’s with that?”
I hug my knees tighter. I wonder how long he’s been here checking me out. “Maybe I just wanted one polka-dotted toe.”
His smile deepens. “It’s odd, but I’ll buy it.”
“How nice of you.” I sound annoyed and I am, not so much at him, but at my response to him. I glance at the clock. Dad should be home anytime.
“Your dad texted. He’s going to be late.”
I gasp a little. Can he read my mind? None of the other ghosts could. But I’ve already concluded that he’s different. Oh, please don’t let him read my mind. “How did you know I was thinking about my dad?”
“I didn’t. I just… you looked at the time.”
“And you read my texts.”
“Not intentionally. I was lying in bed beside you, and the phone on the bedside table flashed.”
“Remember those rules I mentioned?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“Well, add this one. You don’t get in bed with me. And don’t watch me sleep. It’s creepy.”
He stands up, but his gaze stays on me. “I didn’t touch you.” His smile turns mischievous. “It was tempting, but I behaved.”
My friend Mary Lindsey has a cool pre-order campaign. Check it out. P.S. I loved her book.
The winner of last week’s giveaway is Anastasia Mehrer. Congratulations, you’ve won a signed copy of The Mortician’s Daughter. Please email your postal address to firstname.lastname@example.org.