October GHOSTWRITER Giveaway! Halloween Excerpt

All month, I've celebrated the second birthday of my novel, Ghostwriter. Today is the last excerpt, fittingly enough, on Halloween. (And what's better than a ghost story on Halloween?)

Today's excerpt is what I personally consider the scariest scene from Ghostwriter.

Thanks so much for coming along on this journey with me. Enjoy!












Sara looked up from the microfilm reader and saw Seth sitting at one of the tables, watching her with a terribly sad expression dimming his remarkable eyes. He looked away when he saw she’d spotted him and headed for the long rows of shelves. Sara—now adult Sara, not teenage Sara—rose from the carrel and followed him.

“Seth?” She peeked down each row of shelves. “Seth? Don’t leave, please. Just let me talk to you for a minute.” She saw a flash of olive drab around a corner and quickened her pace to a trot. “Seth? Please . . .”

She turned the corner and skidded to a halt so fast she fell back on her ass. A grinning soldier stood in the center of the aisle wearing a filthy gray uniform, half of the top of his head gone. His uniform jacket was moving, undulating oddly. He shambled down the row and Sara scrambled back, her feet slipping and sliding against the tile, finding no traction to propel herself away from the hideous creature.

A rat’s narrow, angular head peeked out from between his jacket buttons and she had a sudden, horrible understanding of why his chest was moving. The horror broke the spell that had stolen her breath and voice. She screamed and kept screaming as she flipped over onto her hands and knees to force herself to her feet. The library patrons seated at the tables at the far end of the room still perused through their books and made notes while she went insane with fear not ten yards away.

She reached the end of the row and a pair of olive drab legs stepped into her line of sight. She screamed again. “Sara! Sara, it’s me. It’s Seth.”

He crouched down and pulled her into his arms, soothing her as she had calmed him last night.

Sara turned her head wildly to look back over her shoulder where that shambling thing had been, but Seth caught her face between his palms and looked deeply into her eyes.

“It’s gone now, Sara. It’s gone. I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have been here. It was a bleed-over. It sometimes happens. Ah, merde, I’m so sorry.” He pressed her head back to his chest.

Sara felt something brush against the top of her head. His lips? she wondered.

He stroked her hair and rocked her against his chest until her trembling stopped.



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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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