GHOSTWRITER Birthday #Giveaway & Excerpt, Day 11

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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“I’m sorry,” Seth said.

She looked around, startled to find herself in a dream again. He sat beside her on the dune and she was relieved to find his uniform pristine.

“You fell asleep outside,” he explained. “It’s all right. I’m watching over you.”

“Thank you. Why are you sorry?”

He looked deeply uncomfortable. “I almost . . .” He broke off and raked his hands through his hair.

“What are you sorry about?” Sara asked, her determination to apologize and back off forgotten for the moment. “Seth, if something had happened between us, why would it be so wrong?”

He gave her an incredulous look. “I’m dead, Sara. Even that buffoon ex-boyfriend of yours would be better for you than I am.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one to make that decision?”

His expression was grim. “Sara, your mother is right in one respect. You’re wasting your youth here, in this isolated place. You should be finding a husband and having babies, not resigning yourself to life as a lonely spinster.”

Sara took a deep breath and reminded herself Seth had missed out on the Women’s Liberation Movement, too. “A woman doesn’t have to get married in order to be fulfilled, Seth. We don’t even use words like ‘spinster’ any more. There are a lot of women who choose to enjoy their career instead of having a family.”

“But you don’t enjoy it. I’ve watched you, Sara. You wrinkle your nose while you’re typing, as if the words disgust you. You have to force yourself to sit down at the machine.”


“It’s not because I’d rather be having babies,” Sara retorted. “If that’s what I wanted, I could have left with Richard.”

Now, it was Seth’s turn to wrinkle his nose. “He’s not the only choice out there.”

Sara pulled her knees up and hugged them to her chest. “I don’t want to be out there. I want to be here. Even before I knew you were here, that’s what I wanted. This place called to me in a way I can’t explain, but as soon as I saw it, I knew I belonged here.”

Seth was silent.

Sara wished she could know what he was thinking, what went on behind those brooding blue eyes. “I really like you, Seth, and if you don’t want . . . um . . . if you don’t want any sort of involvement with me, I’ll understand. I just hope you’ll still be my friend.”

“It’s not about what I want.”


“What is it you want?”

Seth vanished.

Sara was really starting to hate that. “Avoidance isn’t healthy, Seth!” she called. She closed her eyes and concentrated on waking up.





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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?






Available from:





Ghostwriter - Lissa Bryan

TWCS

Abe Books

Powell's


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