GHOSTWRITER Excerpt: Hiding From a #Ghost Beneath Her Bed

All this month, I'll be celebrating the second birthday of my novel, Ghostwriter, with excerpts and prizes.

This year is also the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of World War I. My hero, Seth, was a witness to the terrible events of that war as an ambulance driver. Sara discovers his letters home in a trunk hidden in the attic of the island house she's renting.

Along with the excerpts, I'll be sharing some photographs that inspired me as I was writing the novel.

Today's excerpt:




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A flash of lightning struck the room and she saw him, the Goatee Guy’s ghost, standing in the center of the living room. Another flash and he was only a foot or so away from her. Sara recoiled with a shuddering cry of fear.

Sara scrambled off the sofa and ran up the stairs. She stumbled and fell twice, her fear making her clumsy enough to trip over her own feet in her haste. Footsteps behind her. Sara moaned in terror. She ran into her room and slammed the door. The lightning flashed again and she saw the bed and the wall behind it splattered with blood.

“No,” she whispered. She fell to her knees and huddled against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as she could. “I don’t see that. I don’t see that.” She was shaking so hard her teeth chattered.

A small rattle, and her eyes flew open again against her will. The doorknob turned. Sara sucked in a terrified breath. Slowly, to the left, and then to the right. She dove for cover under the bed, the only place she could hide. Small whimpers escaped her mouth and she pressed her hands over it to hold them back.

A pair of feet in black leather loafers walked slowly into the room. One of the socks had a small hole at the ankle, Sara noticed, the socks of a single man. The feet turned as he looked around, and then she saw his calves bend. His hands came down for balance as he lowered himself down to look under the bed. She backed up as far as she could into the shadows. Tears tickled the corner of Sara’s eyes, but she couldn’t release her mouth to wipe them away, or she’d scream and keep on screaming.

Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me.

A pale oval face with a dark goatee framing his mouth appeared at the foot of the bed. He glanced around and then the face was gone. She waited until the feet walked away before she let herself cry.

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About the book:



Newly single, unemployed, and with her savings dwindling to an all-time low, Sara thinks things are finally looking up when she lands a job ghostwriting a popular politician’s biography, and rents the affordable island home of her favorite author, Seth Fortner, who mysteriously disappeared in 1925. Strange things begin to happen as objects break, go missing, and terrifying visions appear, making Sara wonder if Seth ever left, or if she is slowly losing her mind.

She gets no answers from his family who closely guards the secret of his disappearance. Through an old trunk of letters Sara discovers in the attic of her seaside cottage, Sara unravels the mystery and becomes caught up in a tale of greed, lost love, and the horrors of WWI. Will she be the one to break the “Fortner Curse” by helping Seth conquer his demons, and heal both of their hearts in the process?






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Ghostwriter - Lissa Bryan

TWCS

Abe Books

Powell's


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