Blurb for Now I Lay Me Down To Die:
As Honey Creek’s newest resident, Abby Morgan has an uncanny ability to hear the dead, whether she wants to or not. Little did she know when she moved into the stately Victorian, it came complete with it’s own built-in ghost, the former owner, Duke Rivers. Having died thirty years prior under suspicious circumstances Duke needs Abby’s assistance in resolving his final affairs so he can cross over into the light. Teaming up with his hunky nephew, Owen, finding Duke’s killer seemed like a good plan at the time until they uncover some of the local town secrets that could blow Honey Creek wide apart.
Excerpt:
“Now, how about we start at the beginning. I’m Abby Morgan and I’ve been renting this house for approximately two weeks, give or take a day or two. I’m in the business of talking to the dead for hire. So if you’ve got a message you need to get to someone before you cross over, I’m your gal.” I stood with my legs slightly apart and crossed my arms over my chest as I faced the apparition. “Who ever you are, you need to state your business and then trip the light fantastic because I’m a one woman gig. No sidekicks here. I don’t go for spirit guides or resident ghosts or any of that gobblety gook. I’m strictly un acto de una mujer. Are we clear on that?”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“Exactly what I said. No. How can I be clear on anything when I don’t understand a word you just said?”
“What, the fact I talk to the dead or the fact you need to vamoose?”
“I understood all that all right, only because you spoke English. That other bit -acto-de-oon-whatever- I don’t have a clue what that meant.”
“Sorry, it means a one woman act.”
“Well why in the Sam Hill didn’t you say that in the first place?” He boomed with a hearty laugh.
There was nothing like being called out by an entity to put the shame in a girl’s cheeks. He cocked his head in my direction, his eyes questioning. “And you’re telling me all this, why?”
My eyebrows shot up almost to my hairline. Was he kidding me? “No reason,” I snarled, “I just thought you might want to know who you were annoying. Obviously I thought wrong.” I turned to leave the room. I had no time for wise-ass entities hell bent on being rude to the medium. It was apparent this nimrod hadn’t learned which side his bread was buttered on yet.
“No, wait!”
I felt an icy coldness on my shoulder blade as the entity placed his hand there in an attempt to stop me from leaving. I slowly turned back around, towards him.
“Now darlin’, I don’t mean to be rude. But after thirty years without contact with the living, I’m a little rusty to say the least.”
I waited. He leaned closer to me, extending his hand for me to shake. “My name is Duke, Duke Rivers to be exact. This is—was—my house.”
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