Can I call this a cover reveal if I’ve already revealed it to my newsletter subscribers?
Not that that many subscribers have SEEN the cover. They would have had to open the newsletter to do that.
So, whether or not this is a “reveal,” I am now sharing the cover to Ghostly Interlude.
Isn't it pretty? I don’t have a release date yet. I’m not comfortable setting that date until I get the book back from my editor. Once I get more comfortable that it’s close to being finished, I’ll put the book up for presale. I’ve never done that before, so it’ll be interesting to see if it does any good. It certainly can’t hurt. Right?
So, for some more blatant self-promo, here’s the blurb:
Maggie Russell—legal assistant by day, horror writer by night—gets the scare of her life when she wakes up in a strange café without any idea of how she got there. But if she tells anyone about her sleepwalking escapades, she could lose her grandmother’s house, and she’d fought so hard to keep it.
Dean Parker is a private investigator whose office is next door to Maggie’s law firm. He’s been eyeing the pretty brunette ever since she started working there, but getting involved with anyone isn’t in his game plan. When he finds out she’s been having sleeping problems, he suspects her money-grubbing cousin is involved. Instead, he discovers something worse: a ghost is living with Maggie and it appears another may be possessing her.
Dean is determined to help Maggie rid her home of the uninvited guests. He just never figured his attraction to her would be reciprocated. Keeping his distance is no longer an option, though. If he fails, Maggie could very well be possessed forever.
And if the blurb’s not enough, here’s the UNEDITED beginning of Ghostly Interlude:
Something poked Maggie in her shoulder and she swatted it away. Time to have a serious talk with her cousin about boundaries and if that didn’t work, she would finally install a lock on her bedroom door.
“Ma’am, wake up. You have to go.”
Ma’am? That didn’t sound like Erica because, well, Erica wasn’t a guy. So what was a guy doing in her bedroom? Maggie bolted upright and blinked as the bright room came into focus. Better question: Where was her bedroom?
Keep calm. Keep calm. You’ve just been sleep walking. Again.
The mantra did nothing to keep her heart from racing. Probably because every other time it had happened she’d woken up at home. Not at some strange café.
Dirty dishes littered the table before her. God. She was eating in her sleep now? Should she be thankful she wasn’t wearing her pajamas? She apparently had the sleep-sense to put on a sweater and jeans.
The person who’d poked her was actually a waiter, and a young one at that. He couldn’t be more than twenty. “Here’s the check. I have to close up.”
“What day is it?”
“It’s seven. We’re closing.”
She grabbed his arm. “Not time. Day. Day!”
His eyes widened and he shrugged free. “Sunday?”
“Sunday?” No. No-no-no. That couldn’t be. She’d lost two days. Two freakin’ days! Who slept-walked for two days?
So… if you made it this far, how did you like the cover? How about the excerpt? Intriguing enough to read more? I sure hope so!