I know it seems like we just celebrated the Fourth of July, but it’s already August. And in much of the country, that means school is about to start. It actually starts this week in my area of Texas. When I was young, I loved and hated the start of school. I hated waking up early after being able to sleep in and wake up naturally. In Alabama, where I grew up, we didn’t start back to school until a week or so into September.
And I loved how it was always a little chilly in the mornings. I actually loved shopping and buying a new wardrobe, too. I didn’t get a lot of new clothes, but I always got some. And wearing new clothes tended made me feel better about myself. I hated always feeling as if I was invisible, unless it was when I ran into the school bullies. Then, I prayed for invisibility.
But I’ll admit, part of me looked forward to going back and seeing the boys that I had crushes on. I always had the dream that this would be the year when one of my crushes would notice me. (Yeah, I was a romantic even back then.) Oh and I loved getting all my school supplies. There’s a certain smell to school supplies that I can still remember. I also recall organizing everything. And actually being happy about learning and getting back into a routine. School was not my favorite thing. But I remember the new school year feeling every September, and it was sort of like a part of life, almost like a season that when it comes every year, you are pulled into the familiarity of it. Those first days of school every year were just part of life.
How do you feel about
school? Or how did you feel about it?
Did you know One Foot in the Grave, the first book in my Mortician’s Daughter series, is now available as an audiobook? To celebrate, I’m giving away a copy to one reader that leaves a comment. (Sorry, but this giveaway is limited to U.S. residents only. If you are reading this on Goodreads, you must leave you comment on my blog to be entered to win.)
The winner of last week’s t-shirt giveaway is Amy Morris. Congratulations! Please email me at email@example.com with your postal address and your t-shirt size.
Recently, I purchased
some travel-sized hair spray to take with me on my trip to New York. There
was one line on the back that read: Do not use this product while
My first thought was who would do that? Then bam! I was suddenly yanked back into the past watching my mom fix her hair, holding a cigarette between her fingers, while spraying her hair. Thankfully, I never picked up the smoking habit, but as young girl, I loved watching my mom get dressed up. I remember she had a mole, or as they called it back then, a beauty mark, on her left cheek. She would use an eyebrow pencil to color it a little darker.
And in my mind, I can still see her push out her left cheek as she colored the beauty mark. I remember wishing I had one like hers. I recall getting into my mom’s makeup once and attempting to give myself a beauty mark.
I think most little
girls grow up idolizing their mom at that young age. I know I did.
I watched her, studied her. Wanted to emulate her. I wanted to walk
like her, look like her. I wanted boobs like her. I can honestly
say that growing up, my identity as a female was in many ways driven by my mom.
Now as I grew older, I
found my own style. Today, my mom still loves big bold prints, and I go more
for solids or small prints. Mom colored her hair red for years, the most
I do is add a few highlights. But still, who I am today is in part because of
my mom. In fact, the reason I never smoked was because I saw my mom
attempt to quit smoking. She would cry and tell me how badly she wanted
to quit, but how desperately she wanted another cigarette. Also, she was deathly
afraid of spiders, and I share that same phobia. So I guess you could say
I acquired some of her fears and learned a few things from her struggles.
And because my fiction is so reflective of my own life, you see this mother/daughter connection in my books. In Three Heartbeats Away, Riley realizes how much she’s been influenced by the memories of her mom. She wears her hair long because her mother did. Her favorite color stems from the color her mom often wore. Her style, her outlook, her love of art, is all connected to the women she loved and lost when she was only four. Even the car she drives is due to seeing an image of her mom with the same car.
Do you see how your mom may have influenced who you are? In what ways are you like your mom?
Today I’ll give away a T-shirt to one person who tells me how their mom influenced them. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. And if you are reading this on Goodreads, you must go to my blog to post your comment to enter.)
The winner of last week’s giveaway is Lisa Ray. Congratulations! Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and send me your postal address.
I love to travel. I love to experience different cultures, different foods, different people. I’ve traveled to France, London, China, South America, New Zealand, Denmark, and soon I’m going to Scotland and Ireland. But amazingly, when I go to New York City, the differences are almost as great as going to a different country
I’ve never grabbed an Uber or a taxi in my home of Tomball, Texas. My heart got a workout when I got into a taxi whose driver had road rage and screamed the entire drive as he delivered me to my Grand Central author party. (All I could think of was that I’m glad not everyone had guns like they do in Texas.) I’ve never bumped into so many people on the streets of Tomball. In New York you are shoulder to shoulder. And in Times Square, some of those people are “over-the-top” characters. Like a women wearing nothing but a thong and paint. Like the Mickey Mouse characters with bobbling heads. As crazy as it was, I loved experiencing it all.
Restaurants are everywhere. The food is phenomenal. And I can’t say enough about the play Hamilton. Wow!! I mean, wow!
And because this was a RWA, Romance Writers of America, conference, attended by writers, it felt like most of those folks were family. And because I’ve spoken at so many writer’s conferences, I know so many faces.
I spent time chatting with Tina Dick, who is a reporter from Germany. I love running into her every year, and it’s not just because she brings me German chocolate. But the chocolate is amazing. I ran into Joss Wood, who lives in South Africa and whose books sound wonderful, and was such a pleasure to chat with. I ran into some folks from New Zealand who were at my workshop I gave there. Then there were the fans who came to the signing. They got C.C. Hunter T-shirts just for showing up, too. I ran into old friends, Arel Jansen, from Maine, and we had some great visits, hugs, and laughs. I hung with Ruth Kenjura, a Houston RWA member.
I shared wine and conversation with
Diane Kelly, Lori Wilde, Kerrelyn Sparks, Shala Patel, Pintip Dunn, Dyranda
Jones, Miranda Liasson, and Carolyn Brown.
Laura Drake, Susan Muller, and I got turned down by two angry Uber
drivers, but we finally got to the Lillie’s Victorian Establishment, where
great food and laughs were had. Susan
and I roomed together again, and you know you need a roomie who agrees that
what happens in the hotel room, stays in the hotel room. Oh, the fun! (By the way, all of these are
amazing authors, try them!)
I met with editors, my agent, bloggers, librarians, and I may have drunk a little too much wine. But I did not dance on any tables. So don’t believe anyone who says I did. And remember photos can be altered. I went to workshops, heard Alyssa Cole speak at the Librarian breakfast, which was fantastic and met authors Tee O’Fallon and M.A. Taylor, whose books sound amazing and I’m ordering them today.
New York City was amazing. A blend of culture, good food, better
friendships, and tons of laughter.
And . . . I got some free books, double copies, and I snagged a few extra RWA tote bags. So today, I’ll give away a bag, and at least one book that I snagged at the conference. So leave a post and tell me about one of your travel adventures or a dream vacation, and one person will win a tote and at least one new book. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. And if you’re reading this on Goodreads, you must post your comment on my blog to enter.)
Summer time is in full swing. Time for trips to the beach,
car rides across the country, sitting by the pool, and lots of time to relax
and read. I love sitting on the deck of a beach house overlooking the ocean and
catching up on my reading.
One of the many perks as an author is that I get asked to
read and blurb about new books. So I’m
often discovering new books and new authors.
Recently, I read a great page turner, Jane Anonymous. Now it
doesn’t release until January, but if you like nail biting suspense, preorder
Bestselling author Laurie Faria Stolarz’s thrilling novel Jane Anonymous is a revelatory confessional of a seventeen-year-old girl’s fight to escape a kidnapper—and her struggles to connect with loved ones and a life that no longer exists.
how long I was kept captive.
in a room with a bed, refrigerator, and adjoining bathroom, I was instructed to
eat, bathe, and behave. I received meals, laundered clothes, and toiletries
through a cat door, never knowing if it was day or night. The last time I saw
the face of my abductor was when he dragged me fighting from the trunk of his
car. And when I finally escaped, I prayed I’d never see him again.
Now that I’m home, my parents and friends want everything to be
like it was before I left. But they don’t understand that dining out and
shopping trips can’t heal what’s broken inside me. I barely leave my bedroom.
Therapists are clueless and condescending. So I start my own form of
therapy—but writing about my experience awakens uncomfortable memories, ones
that should’ve stayed buried. How far will I have to go to uncover the truth of
what happened—and will it break me forever?
I also just bought Lea Nolan’s Hoodoo
Apprentice series. I haven’t started it, but I’m about to. It sounds amazing
and came highly recommended. I’m going to start it tomorrow, curled up on my
porch swing, sipping sweet tea. I can’t wait!
Be careful what you wish for…
Emma Guthrie expects this summer to be like any other in the South Carolina Lowcountry–hot and steamy with plenty of beach time alongside her best friend and secret crush, Cooper Beaumont, and Emma’s ever-present twin brother, Jack. But then a mysterious eighteenth-century message in a bottle surfaces, revealing a hidden pirate bounty. Lured by the adventure, the trio discovers the treasure and unwittingly unleashes an ancient Gullah curse that attacks Jack with the wicked flesh-eating Creep and promises to steal Cooper’s soul on his approaching sixteenth birthday.
But when a strange
girl bent on revenge appears, demon dogs become a threat, and Jack turns into a
walking skeleton; Emma has no choice but to learn hoodoo magic to undo the hex,
all before the last days of summer–and her friends–are lost forever.
Riley has a lot on her plate in Three Heartbeats Away. She’s dealing with a Bridezilla ghost, a jealous girlfriend, an alcoholic dad, and a hot guy that doesn’t remember her. But at least she has her best friend. Kelsey and Riley have each other’s backs. They talk, share secrets, and offer each other advice. Do you have a friend like this? Someone who listens, commiserates with you? Here’s an excerpt showing Kelsey and Riley’s friendship. Riley has just confided in Kelsey that she feels something is off with Hayden and her.
Kelsey sits up, crosses her legs, and stares at me. “Maybe you’re
not as attracted to the real Hayden as you were the spirit Hayden. The whole
ghost thing could have been what turned you on to him! Like bad boy versus good
boy. Dead versus alive.”
crazy?” I pop up. “No. I look at him and I melt. At night, when I’m alone, he’s
all I can think about. And he’s ten times more attractive now than he was!”
She holds up a
hand. “Chill. I was just putting the worst-case scenario out there first. I
have a few other possibilities.”
I exhale and
drop back on my headboard. “Okay. What are they?”
scared.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “Like I am.” Her words come out sincere.
“I know you were hurt when Carl started dating only a few weeks after you left.
Maybe that scared you more than you know and now you’re afraid to love someone.
Afraid they’ll walk out on you or yank your heart out and feed it to a
I let that
reasoning crawl around my head and heart a second. “That’s not it, either,” I
say. “Yeah, Carl hurt me, but even then I knew it wasn’t true love. I was more
upset about Shala, my ex-best friend, than I was with him.”
Kelsey holds up three fingers. “Okay, third and last possibility.
You need to close a few doors before you open up another one.”
“Huh?” I ask.
You’ve got a lot of open issues. Your mom issues. Hunting down a murderer.
Things with your dad. That’s a lot of crap in your litter box. Maybe you need
to scoop some out.” She sighs. “Which is another metaphor. A bad one, I know.
What I mean is you need to solve something before you begin something.”
analogy feels a little off, it’s like I just heard the hammer hit the nail. I
know she’s right. And her number-two reason isn’t that wrong, either. Though
it’s not about Carl or Shala. This is about being abandoned and done wrong by
the people I should have been able to trust. It even kind of explains why I
went bonkers with the whole Brandy issue. Hayden’s needing time made me feel as
if he was about to abandon me. Then when I thought he’d been seeing Brandy the
same time as me, I felt like another person I loved hadn’t been honest with me.
I let out a
deep breath of angst. I need to find my nerve. I need to scoop the poop out of
my litter box.
I look at
Kelsey. “You make a damn good shrink.” I hug her. “Now about you and Dex.”
“I’m okay,” she
not.” I grab her hand. “Promise me that you won’t shut Dex out again. If he
tries to kiss you, kiss him back. Take a chance. You know, if I’ve learned
anything dealing with spirits, it’s that life is short. And I think we end up
regretting more of the things we don’t do than the things we do. Give Dex a
chance. He may not end up being the one. But he really likes you.”
Right then, the temperature in the room goes cold. Kelsey gets her wide-eyed there’s-a-ghost-here look. And she’s right.
You can order all three books in my Mortician’s Daughter series now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo. Leave a comment to be entered to win a C.C. Hunter T-shirt. (Sorry, but this giveaway is limited to U.S. residents only. And if you are on Goodreads, you need to go my blog at http://cchunterbooks.com/blog/ to leave a comment to be entered.)
Did you know that hugging increases levels of the “love hormone” oxytocin, which is beneficial for stress levels, heart health and so much more? Did you know a ten second hug a day may fight infections, boost your immune system, ease depression and fatigue?
In Three Heartbeats Away, Riley learns about some of the science of hugs and discovers a twenty second hug (or longer) holds the greatest health benefits, especially for stress relief. And boy, could Riley use less stress. I mean, she’s only trying to stop a killer. So, she starts counting the seconds when she hugs people and when they hug her. Here’s an excerpt of one of her best hugs from Hayden, the guy she loves that’s dating someone else.
leave the hospital, and I barely get seated behind the wheel before Hayden
says, “Tell me about your dead-bride search.”
consider telling him it’s not his deal, but Hayden helped with my last two
spirits. I start driving and give him the lowdown on the bride and about going
to Delicious Donuts earlier.
wrinkle appears in the middle of his forehead.“You went by yourself.”
was daytime. People were around.”
shakes his head. “You’re trying to find a murderer. You shouldn’t go there
not trying to find him. I’m trying to find evidence to take to the police.”
thing.” Frustration sounds in his tone.“Do you realize how crazy it is that you
are even doing this?”
am I supposed to do? Not help them?”
halt at a stop sign and look at him. “I can’t not help them. I didn’t ask for
this, but they come to me and it is what it is.”
the next mile, we don’t speak. Then he says, “Sorry, I just… It still blows my
mind. I’ll do some checking on the Internet, too.”
you have enough on your plate?” I pull up in front of his house.
by myself all day.”
cut the car off and pull out the keys to get his walker out of the trunk. When
I set it down, I say, “I should go.”
frowns. “You said you didn’t have to be home until five-thirty. You’ve got—”
know, but…my big showdown with my dad about Mom is supposed to happen this
afternoon, and I need to wrap my head around what I’m going to say.” My voice
going to be okay?”
look at his blue eyes and the truth slips out.“I don’t know.”
stands there. “Call me when it’s over. I’m sure you’ll need to talk.” He picks
up the walker and sets it on the curb and uses it to step up.
worry he did too much today.“Hand me your keys and I’ll unlock your door.”
hands them to me, and I move with him up the walkway.
get to the porch, and I unlock the door and hand him his keys.
hands touch, and the brief contact is almost painful. “Riley, I’m sorry you’re
having to go through this.”
I realize his intention, he pushes his walker aside and hugs me.
close my eyes and let my head rest on his chest. I know this spot. I can smell
his skin, feel his chest rise and fall. Alive. The boy I was so afraid of
losing is alive and walking. And he cares. About me. Emotion stings my eyes.
cheek comes down to the side of my temple. I savor the closeness, relish the
feel of his arms around me. I memorize his whispered breath against my cheek.
Counting the seconds, I pray for twenty. Or more than twenty. I get to thirty
before Hayden says, “I’ll be thinking about you.”
arms fall from around me. I step back. Our eyes meet, hold, and I feel it, the
connection I’ve never felt with anyone else.
me,” he says. “If only to say you survived. I’ll worry if you don’t.”
I walk back to my car. I get inside. The warmth of his embrace lingers. I look
out the window. He’s still there watching me. Part of me wants to run back and
hug him again. But I remember my appointment with Dad.
start my car.When I pull out, I see a candy-apple-red Honda parked across the
street. And I recognize who’s in the driver’s seat—recognize who’s staring at
had to have seen us hug. This can’t be good.
keep driving. The moment I come to a side street, I turn, put my car in park,
and text Hayden: Brandy’s parked across
from your house.
dots appear, then disappear. And so does the sweetness of Hayden’s hug. I
remember his figuring-out comment.
Why does everything in my life have to be so screwed up?
Want to read more about Riley and Hayden and their adventures? You can order all three books in my Mortician’s Daughter series now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo.
a hugger? Do you easily hug your family and friends? Or is it something you are
Have you read Three Heartbeats Away, the final book in my Mortician’s Daughter series? Riley’s dad has been drinking again, and she isn’t sure what to do about it. She’s afraid he’s an alcoholic, afraid he’ll drive drunk or lose his job—again. That’s a lot for a teenager to deal with, really it’s a lot for anyone to deal with. But Riley’s got spunk. I mean she faces down homicidal ghosts, she can deal with her dad. Can’t she? So, she gives him an ultimatum: go to an AA meeting or she’s gone. Will she be disappointed? Or will her dad be there for her?
good feeling wanes as I fill the Crock-Pot with one of Dad’s favorite meals.
Beef stew with carrots, potatoes, and pearl onions. I even picked up some
frozen rolls to sop up the gravy. Dad likes to sop.
my heart is about to be broken again and not wanting to dwell on it, I do
something I’ve let go these last few weeks. I vacuum, do laundry, and give the
downstairs a good cleaning. When I finish, the meaty aroma of beef stew fills
the house. I check the clock. It’s five-thirty. Is he coming?
the hell am I going to deal with it if he doesn’t show?
I tell myself. Dad loves me. He’ll be
I run upstairs to put on a little makeup and try to figure out the appropriate attire to wear to an AA meeting. Is it like church? I choose plain black pants and a light green blouse. Again, a color I remember Mom wearing. I keep moving, pretending Dad will walk in any minute. Pumpkin follows me around the house, happy that I’m here.
five-fifty, I go back downstairs. Put the rolls in. Then I lean against the
counter. I could set the table. Fix some tea. I could call Hayden just to chat.
Text Kelsey and see what she’s doing. I could.
I stare at the clock on the wall. Watch the minute hand tick, tick, tick.
don’t move. I just breathe.
timer for the oven dings. The rolls are ready. But I’m not.
not ready to face that Dad’s not coming.
pull the rolls out. They are golden brown. The smell of fresh-baked bread rises
from the pan. Glancing at the time, I see it’s six. I drop the pan on the top
of the stove. The rolls could be burnt for all I care.
Will Riley’s dad come home? Will he go to the AA meeting? You’ll have to read Three Heartbeats Away to find out. What do you think will happen? (If you are reading this on Goodreads, please go to my actual blog to leave a comment.)
The winner of last week’s t-shirt giveaway is Taylor. Congratulations! Please email your postal address and t-shirt size to me at email@example.com.
Preorder Contest Winner!
A big thank you to everyone who preordered Three Heartbeats Away and entered my preorder contest. Your support is greatly appreciated. The winner is Jennee. Congratulations! Please send your mailing address to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Three Heartbeats Away released last week. It’s been getting great reviews. Have you read it yet? A lot happens to Riley. In fact, someone gets shot! And getting shot really sucks! Who do you think get shot? Here’s an excerpt with some clues.
The phone rings again. I snatch it off the bedside table and hear Kelsey muttering something about the cold and ghosts. I see the time is eleven. Not as late as I assumed, but we were both exhausted and went to bed right at nine.
I blink and
focus on the number, half expecting it to be Dad but praying it isn’t. I don’t
want to have this conversation now. Too tired. Too hurt. Too…everything. But
when I focus on the screen, I realize I’m wrong. It’s not Dad.
It’s Hayden. What’s he doing calling
this late? My heart says he might have remembered something else. Maybe even
remembers everything about us this time.
voice sounds scratchy and sleepy.
“Riley.” His voice is pure panic.
“This is going to sound so nuts, but I just…had another dream or whatever you want
to call it, and in it Kelsey’s grandmother insisted I call you to wake you up
because you’re in danger. She said she tried to wake you but couldn’t. I didn’t
want to call, but it felt so real. And I thought… Shit, I shouldn’t have
called. This is stupid.”
“What danger?” Cobwebs of sleep start
“It sounds crazy,” Hayden said.
Bessie appears, fear and fret in her
eyes. “He’s here. Get out of the house.”
“Is that her I hear talking?” Hayden
“Gotta go!” I disconnect the call with
Hayden and stare at Bessie. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s trying to break in right now! Go
out the back door!”
My heart jumps, and my mind goes
straight to the man who murdered the bride. “The killer’s here? How—”
“What?” Kelsey fights to get the
covers off and sits up. “Killer? Here?”
“No,” Bessie says. “Charles is here.
But he’s drunk or high, and he’s got a gun.”
“Crap!” My pulse flutters at the base
of my neck.
“Crap what?” Kelsey’s eyes are wide
and awake now.
I shoot off the bed, still feeling
half out of it, and look down at my best friend. “Charles is here!”
Kelsey bounces out of bed, then shakes
her head. “No, he’s in jail.”
The cracking sound of glass breaking
echoes from the living room and punctuates her words. Footsteps echo in the
house. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. A
door farther in the house opens, then slams.
“Window,” Bessie yells.
“Bat?” Kelsey screams.
“You left it in my car,” I say and
tell myself to think, to think fast.
“Window,” Bessie yells.
“Window,” Kelsey says, almost as if
she hears her grandmother. Kelsey runs for her window and tries to pull it up.
I run to help. More footsteps ring out.
“Hurry,” Bessie says.
Kelsey’s bedroom door swings open. We
turn around. Charles stumbles into the room, a gun in his outstretched hand.
All I can do is stare at the weapon
and know it only takes a twitch of a finger to send a bullet inside either me
or my best friend. One quick pull and our lives could end. I’ve never had a gun
pointed at me. Never thought of them as terrifying. Until now.
So who do you think get’s shot? Riley, Kelsey. Charles or maybe
someone else? Don’t say the answer if
you know. Let’s keep the people who haven’t
read it wondering.
Today I’ll give away a C.C. Hunter T-shirt to one person who leaves me a comment and tells me their favorite things about Riley? Don’t let it contain any spoilers. (Sorry, but this giveaway is limited to U.S. residents only.)
Today is the day many of you have been waiting for. Yup,
it’s release day for Three Heartbeats
Away, the third and final book in my Mortician’s Daughter series.
Have you read it? Have you experienced the bone-chilling cold of Riley’s new ghost? Have you learned the secret Riley uncovers that turns her life upside down? Has your heart ached for Riley when she questions if her purpose with Hayden wasn’t to a part of his life, but just to make sure he lived? Can you guess what Kelsey’s reaction is going to be when she learns exactly what’s going on with her best friend? Pick up your copy and experience the drama, the mystery, the romance, and the grins and giggles of where Riley Smith’s journey will take you.
I always have so many mixed emotions when I release a final
book in a series. I’m excited for my readers to experience the end of a
character’s journey, but I’m also sad to have to say goodbye to all the
fictional friends I made. I also get really anxious to hear what my readers
think about the book. But so far, reviews about the series have been awesome.
Here are just a few of the things that have been said:
“Master storyteller C.C.
Hunter has a way of drawing you into a story and never letting go. Her
characters are so alive, you feel like you’re sitting next to them, and their
stories so real, you feel included in every aspect of their lives. Smart.
Captivating. Heart wrenching. Miss Hunter is, and will always be, on my MUST
READ list!”—NY Times Bestselling
Author Darynda Jones
“I love this girl! Riley. She’s a corker. I
always expect a lot from C.C. Hunter, and she always delivers.”—Chez Shay
Online Book Reviews
“I so cannot wait to get my hands on the next book!!!!! C.C.
Hunter has never ever failed to amaze me with her books.”—Lovely Read Publishing
“Filled with expected tropes and
twists that can be found in many YA books C.C. Hunter is an expert at weaving
her tales to let you have a fantastic reading time.”—Beware of the Reader
[Mortician’s Daughter] series is the perfect blend of eerie paranormal action,
drama and plenty of will-they-won’t-they scenarios with to-die-for
crushes.” –RT Book Reviews
The dead carry their secrets with them…
At least until they end up at Riley Smith’s
door. Her latest spectral visitor is a murdered bride with a need for revenge,
and not necessarily for the person who killed her. Never mind that killer is
about to strike again. Riley’s determined to help, but is missing Hayden, the
hot, ghostly boy who’s always had her back.
Living, breathing Hayden is awake, which means
his spirit isn’t around to flirt with Riley anymore. Worse yet, the “real”
Hayden doesn’t remember her. Their connection had been so strong. Did his
feelings for Riley just disappear into the ether?
As Riley gets closer to finding the bride’s
killer, other secrets are revealed: secrets that changes everything Riley
thought she knew about her parents. But before she can completely unravel the
mystery of her past, Riley will need to escape the murderer that threatens her
The winner of last week’s giveaway is Samantha L. Wallace. Please email me at email@example.com. Include your t-shirt size and your choice of One Foot in the Grave (book #1) or Two Feet Under (book #2) and if you prefer the Kindle or Nook version. Congratulations!
I have talked about my fascination with ghosts and my personal experiences with them. I’m not sure why I love ghosts and ghost stories, but I know I’m not the only one. Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many movies and TV series about ghosts. Just look at the number of reality ghost hunting and paranormal investigating TV series. There’s Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, Ghost Mine and Ghost Asylum, just to name a few. I don’t usually watch those because then I’d never be able to be alone in my house again.
I tend to watch the fictional TV series like The Ghost Whisperer, which I love, and still watch it when it’s on. I also watch Ghostbusters whenever it’s on.I recently shared my love of the movie Ghost, still one of my all time favorites. But I recently started watching The InBetween, a new series on NBC. This might become one of my favorites. It’s about a young woman, much like Riley, who assists the dead with their unresolved problems and helps detectives solve murder cases. Watch the trailer HERE.
In a lot of ways, the character in The InBetween, Cassie Bedford, reminds me of an older Riley. They deal with some of the same things, needy spirits, and sometimes gruesome crimes. Neither of them are super heroes, they are ordinary females with extraordinary gifts. They get scared, they have other issues weighing on their minds, but their determination to help the dead is admirable and courageous. I can’t wait for you see Riley in action in this last book in the series.
The countdown for the release of Three Heartbeats Away has started. Only two weeks from today, Three Heartbeats Away will be out. So, if you want to enter my preorder contest, you have to before June 18th. Just preorder Three Heartbeats Away at Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Kobo, and send a screen shot or copy of the receipt to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Then you’ll be entered to win this cool tote filled with awesome swag (promo stuff). But please note, Three Heartbeats Away is up for preorder as an ebook only. However, on release day it will also be available in paperback.
Now, I want to be fair to my fans who
are ordering the print copy. So, if you
send me a screen shot, copy of the receipt of your order, or even a photo of
you with your book to email@example.com, I’ll hold another contest. I’ll give away a second tote with all the
goodies in it. I’ll announce the winner
on June 25th.
(Sorry but both giveaways are limited to U.S.
I’ll give away a t-shirt and an ebook of either One Foot in the Grave or Two Feet Under (your choice)to one person who leaves a comment telling me about their favorite TV show. It doesn’t even have to be about ghosts. If you are reading this on Goodreads, you’ll have to pop over to…… to enter to win. (Sorry, but this giveaway is also only for U.S. residents.)
The winner of last week’s giveaway is Deborah Elkins. Congratulations! Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your mailing address and your t-shirt size.