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May 25, 2009

The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn - Release Party June 1

Come to my Monday, June 1 chat for the release of my paranormal erotic romance, "The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn". This book is published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. The chat will be live in the Midnight Seductions chat room from 8 until 10 pm EST. Here's the link to the chat room:


Also, anyone who buys "The Haunting of the Sandpiper Inn" will get a free read from me - my short sweet (no sex) paranormal fantasy "The Storm". All you need do is e-mail me proof that you bought "Sandpiper Inn", and I will send you the free read. Isn't that special?

I love ghosts, and this is a haunted house romance novel set in the fictitious town of Norwich, on the northeast coast of Massachusetts, where I just happen to live. The book will be released in June, 2009.

I've relied on my love of a good ghost story and my penchant for bringing unusual characters together when penning this fun little tale. My main character, Martha Ellis McKay, is a psychic who is writing a book called "Haunted Cape Ann", so that she can pay her electric bill, rent, and World of Warcraft habit. However, deep down she is a skeptic who doesn't take kindly to the fake mediums out there. Ellis is a grouch who has most of my good - and bad - qualities. I like this character very much. She meets her match in John "Beck" Becker, the resident skeptic of a ghost hunting team who is also on hand to investigate the Sandpiper Inn.

Here is an excerpt:

"I’ve heard of the Sandpiper Inn, but I've never been to it before," Jim said. "Beck has been with us for four investigations so far, and he's been invaluable. It's good to have a skeptic on the team because he keeps us honest."

"I suppose he also helps you find everyday explanations for what you might mistake as phenomenon."

"Yes, he has. He's a professional photographer, and he's debunked quite a few photos fans had mailed to us."

He Who Must Boast About Himself spoke up again.

"He does good work, but he's a little too skeptical of psychics for my taste. I've contacted a large number of entities, yet Beck has his doubts. It would be interesting if he suddenly believes in psychics because of you. I've bent over backward trying to convince him we are for real, but he has his doubts."

Could be because you’re such a pompous ass.

"For instance, I sense… What was that, White Feather? A fisherman?" He closed his eyes and held his hands out in front of him as if he expected to poke a ghost in the chest with his fingers. Ellis had to give him credit for putting on a good performance. His eyes burst open, and his gaze panned around everyone at the table.

"There is the spirit of a fisherman in this building! This was not always a restaurant!"

My, but he looked very satisfied with himself. Ellis wanted to burst his bubble so badly she couldn't resist putting him in his place.

"Of course it wasn't always a restaurant," Ellis said. "If you read the sign on the street, you'd know this cottage used to be temporary housing for fishermen who cleaned their catch when they returned from sea. It was not originally built as a restaurant, although I'm looking forward to the food."

She felt a hand brush her leg. Beck held his hand in front of his mouth, trying his best to stifle a laugh. He clearly enjoyed Ellis ribbing Alan Horner.

"Are you mocking me, Miss McKay?" Horner sounded miffed since she took the wind out of his sails by telling him any idiot could have ascertained the building was originally a fisherman's hut.

"Not at all. I'm just saying the information you have could have been found elsewhere. Any skeptic would point those facts out."

"You beat me to it, Ms. McKay," Beck said with a grin so wide it threatened to split his head in half. To her relief, Beck saw she had a level head on her shoulders. She wasn't one of those wispy psychics who saw spirits roaming in every corner. She wanted to convince him not only was she the Real Deal, she had a skeptical mind of her own.

She also would do anything to prevent Beck from lumping her in with the likes of Alan Horner.

"So you doubt the spirit of a fisherman roams this building?" Horner sniffed.

"I honestly don’t know if one does. I didn't come here to contact spirits. I came to get a big bowl of clam chowder and a gin and tonic."

Beck laughed. He leaned toward Ellis and spoke in a quiet voice, obviously so Mr. Famous Psychic wouldn’t hear him.

"Well, it looks like you put Alan Horner in his place. That doesn't happen often enough, in my opinion."

"I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. I'm just starving. I also don't like to make myself available to spirits on an empty stomach. I usually get headaches if I go hungry."

"Plus Alan Horner is a pompous ass."

Is he reading my mind?

"I never said a word."

"You don't have to. You don't like him. It's all over your body language."

"So I'm an open book. He grates on my nerves, and I don't even know him. Ghost sightings and contact are not nearly as common and exciting as television psychics make them out to be. Alan Horner included."

"I agree with you. I also find it interesting you would make such a comment since you claim you are psychic yourself."

"Being psychic is not very glamorous. Have you ever talked to dead people? They're boring. And the intelligence quotient could use improvement."

Beck laughed. "Now I have never heard anything of the sort before. You definitely have my interest, Ms. Martha Ellis McKay. Ghosts are boring? I had no idea."

"You truly don't. I hope deep down my stay is worth the effort, but I can get by with the chapter in my book. Legends are legends, after all. People want to believe, and I feel fine letting them know what the legends are."

“Even if you never experience manifestations.”

"I never said I don't experience manifestations. I do, mostly when someone has something important to say to me."

"Do you think someone at the Sandpiper Inn has something important to say to you?"

"I honestly don’t know. I hope so. It would be more than welcome."

"I'll admit I want the same thing. I may be a skeptic, but deep down I want to believe." He made a point of staring into her eyes. "If you actually contact someone I will be your biggest fan."

At his last words, her heart skipped a few beats. She was determined to win him over. Those hazel eyes looked very inviting. She could get lost in them. When she realized she stared into his eyes a little too long, she glanced away, feeling suddenly shy.

"Let me contact someone first. Okay?"

"You have a deal. Now let's enjoy the delicious clam chowder. I'm starving."

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Nice excerpt, I love the flow of the story and hopefully I'll be able to chat with you. Since you cited wow in your story for sure you play the game in real life. I found a site that gives gamer's a chance to Win 500,000 World of Warcraft Gold just by giving name, it's http://www.wowgoldpigpen.com/twittercontestform/ hope you could join the contest.

Posted by: Joy at May 29, 2009 7:48:03 AM

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