Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Just A Little Teaser

Everyone will be happy to know that I have been working hard and dilligently on How (Not) to Kiss a Ghost. I'll be releasing it in August for all of you to enjoy!

This book in the Cindy Eller series answers a lot of those questions that have been hanging over our heads.

Here's a little taste of what you are in for. Remember: this is rough draft and subject to change!

And as always, this is totally copyrighted! No stealing, peeps, or I won't be able to share anything anymore!

  The woman sitting in front of me was beautiful, with golden waves of hair falling over her shoulders, nearly the same shade as her amber-colored eyes. Dimples touched both of her cheeks as she regarded me.
  Those dimples were extremely familiar. In fact, they looked suspiciously like the dimples in my boyfriend’s cheeks.
  That was probably because this was his mother.
  Or so she said.
  The only problem was that he said he’d never seen her in his entire life. His mother was dead—had died when he was only sixteen years old.
  Timothy stood across the bakery at this moment, blending in with the crowd that had gathered to celebrate my advent into the television world. He watched me with a frown on his face as I approached the woman he had named as an imposter.
  “Quinna Borden,” I greeted.
  She smiled at me radiantly. She honestly didn’t look a day over twenty-five. “I’m glad you remember me,” she said.
  I had only met her briefly once before, but I didn’t think I would ever forget her.
  “Did you come for more of those split bananas?” I asked, naming the dessert she had purchased that night months ago when she had walked into my bakery and asked if I knew where she could find Timothy.
  Timothy, her son. The toad of my dreams.
  The man that was staring at us from across the room.
  Quinna laughed. “Those bananas were certainly delicious! I actually came by to see if you have heard anything about my son.”
  “Your son,” I repeated.
  “Yes, of course,” she said, smiling brightly. “My son, Timothy.”
  It took all of my will-power not to glance in his direction. If she couldn’t pick him out of a crowd then I was pretty sure she couldn’t be his mother—even if she did look just like a—younger—female version of him.
  And Timothy was adamant that she had no connection to him whatsoever.
  “Does he know that you’re looking for him?” I asked cautiously. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that she looked pretty good for a dead woman.
  Quinna tilted her head in thought. “I wouldn’t think so,” she said slowly. “You see, he doesn’t even know that I exist.”


Well, I hope you enjoyed this little taste! Keep an eye out for How (Not) to Kiss a Ghost-- coming out soon!

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