GHOSTWRITER #Giveaway! "Sung Me Moonstruck" Excerpt

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.









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Seth took her arm and led her from the palm trees back out onto the beach, and as always, the sight of the waves was a soothing balm to her heart. They watched them in silence together for a moment and then he turned to her. “You left your hair down.”

Sara reached up to touch it. She hadn’t realized. But in dreams, one’s self-image was what was projected and for some reason, Sara had pictured herself with loose, flowing hair around her shoulders, icy white in the moonlight.

Seth stroked a lock of it. “It’s beautiful, you know. I heard you muttering to yourself about it one day, threatening to cut it all off. I almost broke my silence to urge you not to do it.”

“It’s limp and colorless.”

“It’s as soft and fine as gossamer, and the color of the moonlight on sand. I’ve never seen hair quite that color before.”

“You have a way with words, Mr. Fortner.” Sara smiled at him with a flirtatious bat of her eyelashes. She’d never tried batting her eyes before, but she thought it went over well. “If I’m not careful, a smooth-talking rogue like you could turn my head.”

“I want you to turn your head.” Seth gently cupped the underside of Sara’s jaw and tilted her head up to give her a soft, sweet kiss that curled her toes.


She slid her arms up around his neck and the soft moan she heard must have come from herself, slipped out from her unbidden.

Seth’s arms tightened around Sara and he made a sound deep in his throat, that sounded a bit like a moan, too.

Oh, God, if just a kiss could set my senses alight . . . Sara wouldn’t let herself finish that thought, but now was no time for thinking, anyway. She felt his tongue lightly stroke her lip and she opened her mouth on a gasp. He took it as an invitation.

A fragment of Sylvia Plath’s
Mad Girl’s Love Song flitted through her head: “ . . . And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane . . .” She could think she had made Seth up inside her head because nothing could have ever been more perfect, more beautiful than this moment under the stars with the waves lapping at their feet.


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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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