By the end of the week, I should have (what should be) the final edits for The Jane Doe Ghost. It's getting real. She's *this close* to launching into the real world. While I'm waiting, I've been reviewing the audio files for The Architect, which should be done next week. I'm not sure which one I'm more excited about.
In anticipation of the new book (in case you haven't already seen it), here's an excerpt:
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 filing 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? THE JANE DOE GHOST will be released April 16.
