Enjoy my ghosts for #free! #newbook #VDay #ghosts

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!

To celebrate, my ghost story  TRIALS OF A LONELY SPECTER is Free!! 

February 13-14

AMAZON

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blurb:

A reluctant ghost at best, Quinn doesn’t like the haunts to which Liam takes him, always fearful of encountering a true medium in the paranormal groups investigating the houses, bent on seeing a ghost.

When Liam sets him up for such a meeting, Quinn breaks from him, not fully understanding the apparition’s cruelty. He’d thought they were friends. But despite his anger, when he believes Liam will go to the manor house without him, a house known to be haunted by a fearsome ghost, Quinn joins him, hoping to keep him from danger.

But it is Quinn himself who is in danger, not only from Betterford’s ghost, the mediums stalking him, but also from a secret Liam’s been keeping, making Quinn wonder if he’ll survive the longest haunt of his life.

Excerpt:

Quinn frowned at the crumbling gate house of the manor, not sure why Liam had brought him there. Then again, he shouldn’t be surprised by anything his friend did.

“Let’s go in.”

Quinn hushed the voice in his head. “I’m thinking.”

He jumped slightly when Liam materialized at his side. He tried to hold on to his annoyance but couldn’t stay mad for long when Liam grinned in that attractive way. The specter threw an arm across his shoulders, waving a languid hand at the decrepit building. “Can’t you make up your mind inside? It’s getting dark.”

Quinn glanced behind them at the lonely driveway. He shivered when he saw the shadows creeping from under the trees. Shrubs overran the flowerbeds and weeds grew between the closely fitted flagstones of the walkway. He couldn’t understand why Liam always had to pick the scariest places to haunt.

“It’ll be darker inside,” he hinted to the apparition.

“No.”

Liam slid his arm from his shoulders and sauntered up to the wooden door sagging on its hinges. He wiggled his fingers and a bluish light filled the house, spilling out from between the slats of the broken shutters.

“Show-off,” Quinn muttered as he joined him at the front entrance. The door felt solid under his hands.  He gave it a nudge, testing its stability.

Watching him, Liam put his chin on his shoulder. “Give it a push.”

“Why don’t you?”

He regretted the words instantly when Liam’s eyes flashed.

“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad,” he said hurriedly, but Liam had glanced aside, hiding his expression. Quinn felt like a brute, knowing his friend’s manifestation had no substance. He took out his frustration on the door, putting a shoulder to it. He shoved, and stumbled across the threshold when the ancient latch unexpectedly gave way. Dust filled the air and he sneezed several times.

Liam swept passed him, his skin luminescent in the pulsing blue light he’d created. Quinn watched enviously as he crossed the hallway and glided up the swaying staircase. His own efforts to produce an aura only resulted in dim blobs that people dismissed as figments of their imagination.

His friend’s glowing figure disappeared through the door at the top of the landing, and he hurried after him. His foot caught on a loose board as he entered the room and his dignity was bruised as he sprawled on his face. Liam’s amused laughter did nothing to help.

About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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1 Response to Enjoy my ghosts for #free! #newbook #VDay #ghosts

  1. Cathy Brockman says:

    Thank you

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