The new cover!

THE JANE DOE GHOST is inching closer to release day. 

Drum roll, please. 🥁

What do you think of the cover?

And, of course, I KNOW you want a taste, so here's an excerpt for you!

"Do you want to go downstairs to see what’s in the basement? Or upstairs to the attic?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed in a way the made me think he was slightly anxious about both ideas. “How regular is this activity we’re supposed to be investigating?”

“You heard what she said. Something’s happened every night she slept here so far. Bumps in the night, shadows at the edge of her vision, she even mentioned the voices, but when she investigated, she couldn’t find an explanation for any of it.”

Chance shrugged. “All potentially easy to explain away.”

“Potentially. But that’s why we’re here.” I reached for the lamp and tried to turn it on once more. Nothing. Chance and I both jumped when a resounding thump came from overhead.

“The attic it is,” Chance said. “You ready?”

I followed him to the door in the corner of the living room, and as soon as he opened it, a draft swept past us, followed by a low-pitched moan.

Chance lowered his voice. “I’m still not getting that prickly feeling which might indicate—what do you call it?—residual energy. Stay behind me in case our uninvited visitor is of the human variety.”

“What are you going to do? Blind them with your flashlight?”

He patted the wall, then turned his flashlight to where he expected to find the light switch. He flipped the switch and nothing happened. Tried again—down and then up. Chance grabbed my hand and led me up the wooden staircase. We tiptoed, making the occasional creak on a loose step.

The attic was one big room, made up of exposed beams and filled with old furniture, suitcases, and miscellaneous collectibles. Potential treasures for my antiques store? I’d have to ask Annette about it tomorrow.

Chance’s flashlight lit one wall, where a desk and a file cabinet were tucked under the pitched roof. He continued to pan around until we heard more rustling behind us and what sounded like a child’s voice. Chance pivoted and shined the light. Two glowing eyes looked back at us right before his flashlight flickered out.

Chance’s voice took on a sense of urgency. “Downstairs. Now." 

Did I mention you can preorder it! (here's the link)