SPOTLIGHT
PSYCHIC APPEAL
BY
MICHELLE MCLEOD
Blurb:
Psychic P.I. Sofa Parker never
thought she'd date a ghost, but when she accidentally kills her boyfriend, the
phrase 'eternal love' takes on an unwelcome meaning. He doesn’t want a little
thing like death to come between them and plans to haunt Sofia until she
agrees.
Add a case that results in being stalked by a necromancer, betrayal by dragons and the meddling of druids and things get complicated, fast. But the latest Supernatural politics aren’t her biggest problem.
Sofia’s met someone and she can’t stop herself from falling in love. Life really hits the fan when her new relationship drives the lovesick ghost of her boyfriend to come back from the dead...anyway he can.
‘Bad break-up’ doesn’t even begin to cover it...
What readers say about Michelle McCleod’s work:
“Her writing style is unique and fast paced. Very easy to get lost in the world.”
“I was drawn into the characters, and I couldn't help but like them. I really liked that the heroine wasn't too stupid to live! A nice bit of world building.”
“Sexy and fast, with a quick-witted heroine and a hottie hero.”
Add a case that results in being stalked by a necromancer, betrayal by dragons and the meddling of druids and things get complicated, fast. But the latest Supernatural politics aren’t her biggest problem.
Sofia’s met someone and she can’t stop herself from falling in love. Life really hits the fan when her new relationship drives the lovesick ghost of her boyfriend to come back from the dead...anyway he can.
‘Bad break-up’ doesn’t even begin to cover it...
What readers say about Michelle McCleod’s work:
“Her writing style is unique and fast paced. Very easy to get lost in the world.”
“I was drawn into the characters, and I couldn't help but like them. I really liked that the heroine wasn't too stupid to live! A nice bit of world building.”
“Sexy and fast, with a quick-witted heroine and a hottie hero.”
Psychic Appeal Excerpt
As far as first
days back at work went, things were going pretty well. No reporters. No
gawkers. No business either, but it had been more than six months since I'd
flipped the sign from 'closed' to 'open' on the antique store I ran.
A lot had changed
since then.
The shop felt like
a time capsule. A perfectly preserved snapshot of my life before it fell apart.
I had been happy here. Before the accident, I had been in a serious
relationship with a thriving business. After...well, I wasn't lacking for dust
bunnies. The store was dirty. Dust coated everything, and mold grew fragrant in
my favorite coffee cup. The smell was so bad, I threw the mug away rather than
clean out the fuzzy gunk inside.
Note to self:
Always wash out the coffee mug. You never know when you’ll be accused of
murder.
Boxes of inventory
towered behind me, waiting to be processed, and a pile of paperwork--receipts, auction
catalogs, correspondence, bills--covered the marble-topped bar that served as a
checkout counter. I'd been trying to figure out where to start for the last
hour. Organizing the paperwork had seemed like a logical first choice, but I
couldn't focus on it. The memories were too overwhelming, reminding me that, if
life was a ladder, I'd fallen from the top to the bottom, a bottom with a
sinkhole underneath, waiting to swallow me whole.
Grabbing a rag and
turning my back on the paperwork, I began wiping down the jumble of armoires,
dressers, and tables scattered about the shop. Maybe I just needed to work out
my anxiety with elbow grease. As I dusted, I tried to keep my mind closed to
the whispers of the past that tried to push through my fingertips to my mind's
eye.
Normally, I didn't
mind the constant barrage of history. Being psychic was a bonus in the antique
industry, and I enjoyed the unique perspective on days gone by that my
clairvoyance gave me, but there were a few recent events I didn't want to
remember. The youngest memories always had the strongest voice.
If I let them, the
walls would tell me all about my fall again. They knew exactly what had
happened. After all, my downward spiral had started here, and the plaster, even
the support beams behind as well as every other item in the shop, chattered
with the knowledge of it.
Well, they weren't
actually talking. Inanimate objects didn't have personalities, but they did
soak up impressions and events around them. People didn't just leave behind
fingerprints when they touched something, but also bits of their energy, which
then melded with objects, preserving some moments in time with startling
clarity.
A sudden chill
raised the hair on the back of my neck reminding me that, sometimes, a lot more
than just energy was left behind. Even with the warning the temperature change
provided, I still jumped when a familiar face smiled up at me from inside the
oak table I was cleaning.
Mark.
Also known as my
recently departed ex-boyfriend. Emphasis on the ex. As I liked to remind him,
dead people don't date. He remained unconvinced.
Mark rose out of
the table in a fog of gray vapor that coalesced into the shape of the muscular,
sandy-haired man I had thought I would marry. Now I just wished he would leave
me alone so I could forget the guilt and get on with my life. Whoever came up
with 'til death do us part' knew what they were talking about. Sure, love
beyond death sounded romantic, but it didn't live up to the hype the vampire
soap operas gave it.
Laughing, he
raised his arms over his head and said, “Boo.” His blue aura twinkled with
good humor. Yeah, ghosts have auras. I’d
been surprised too. Even weirder, I didn’t have to squint to see his. It was
just there, no blurry vision required. On living people, I had to practically
cross my eyes to catch sight of someone’s aura.
I frowned at Mark.
“That's not funny.” When he'd been alive, one of the things I had liked about
him the most had been his sense of humor. Now that he was dead, not so much.
Maybe I'd just
forgotten how to laugh.
Author Bio:
Michelle McCleod saw her first
ghost at the age of four and has been running scared ever since. She also stole
a rock from a real vampire who is probably still looking for her. On top of that,
any psychic tendencies she has are dyslexic. Basically, the safest thing for
her to do is stay indoors and write what she knows: Paranormal.
You can find her
online at:
Her blog: http://michellemccleod.
On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/
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