Length: Short Story
Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Mystery
Dead men may not talk but dead girls do.
Blurb:
Jolie Montgomery, a twenty-one-year-old woman, wakes up in an alley next to her corpse. She has no memories of her murder or the night she died. She didn’t even see the killer’s face before he or she took her life. Wanting justice, Jolie seeks answers in the only way a ghost can...by stalking the lead detective on the case.
Avrianna Heavenborn is determined to find the person responsible for a young woman’s death. She gets closer to the killer’s identity with every clue she uncovers, and Jolie is with her every step of the way.
But if they don’t solve her murder soon, Jolie will be an earth-bound spirit forever.
EXCERPT:
I’m dead.
Jolie Montgomery didn’t know how she died, but all of a sudden she stood over her body in an alley. Her dark hair swam in a pool of blood. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, making her look like a porcelain doll, and her blue eyes shone with the metallic sheen of death.
Across her throat was a deep slash. No blood pumped from the slit in her flesh as all her blood pooled outside her body.
But I can’t be dead. I want to graduate from college next year. I want to be a journalist. I want Cody to propose to me. I want to pee on a stick and find out I’m pregnant. There is so much I want to do. I’m only twenty-one. This can’t be it!
She reached toward her body, wanting to make sense of what was happening, hoping she was dreaming, but her fingers passed right through her shoulder. Springing to her feet, she sucked in a panicked breath, but her chest didn’t rise. She spun in a circle, searching for help.
This isn’t right! How can I be dead? Why am I here? I don’t remember anything.
She never even saw her killer. All she knew was that she didn’t feel real. Her heart wasn’t beating. Her lungs weren’t expanding with breath. She was sure the alley stank with a dozen vulgar scents, but she couldn’t smell anything—not even the large quantity of blood at her feet.
Lifting her head, Jolie peered at the poisonous black sky and let out a scream. “Help! Somebody help me!”
But she knew if help came, it would be too late.
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Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series, a unique concept blending romance, crimes, and disasters. She’s an administrator for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, running their newsletter and book club. She’s also an editor for Dancing Lemur Press.
Fey realized she wanted to write by watching her mother pursue publication. At the age of twelve, she started her first novel, which flourished into a series she later rewrote at seventeen.
Fey lives in Florida and is always on the lookout for hurricanes. She has four cats and three nephews, both keep her entertained with their antics.
1 comments:
Thank you so much for spotlighting Ghost of Death!
Happy Halloween!!! :D
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