My wonderful friend Suzy Turner (who is always so amazing at visiting my blog and commenting – I promise to be a better friend Suzy!) has a brand new release out and I am so excited to share it with you! I haven’t gotten my hands on the title yet, but I plan to pick up a copy and get to reading soon! Once you read the excerpt, you’re going to need to read more. I’m already a little creeped out, but totally intrigued by the unique plot! Thanks so much to Suzy for allowing me to share this with you all. Please enjoy the synopsis, cover reveal, and brief excerpt from Suzy Turner’s upcoming title, A Morgan Sisters Novel – The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw. And check out the YouTube book trailer as well as find out where to buy your own copy ASAP!
The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw
Adopted sisters Lana Beth and Emma Jane are polar opposites, but when the same strange ‘tattoo’ suddenly appears and winds its way up their bodies within days of each other, they soon realise there’s more to their relationship than they could ever have imagined.
Sent off to London for two weeks of ‘work experience’, the Morgan Sisters soon find themselves being initiated into the ancient Praxos Foundation, one that protects the innocent while fighting evil, both human and supernatural.
At the same time, Lana Beth and Emma Jane must also investigate why the sweet but sometimes pesky ghost of Josiah Grimshaw just won’t leave them alone.
Staying put on the side of the road, Lana watched him cycle away into the distance. She didn’t want to go home and she certainly didn’t fancy going back to the hospital, so she hopped back onto her bike and took an easy ride towards the old churchyard. As she approached the crumbling remains of the building that had been destroyed in 1953, she kept a close eye on Carlton Point which stared back down as if goading her.
But instead of pulling up at the churchyard, something made her continue cycling. It was if they weren’t her legs pedalling. She just kept going. Breathless, her heart thumped in her chest as she came to a slow about halfway up the steep hill. Stopping, she climbed off and pushed her bike to the grassy expanse to the side of the pathway, letting it fall to the ground. She followed it and sat down for a few minutes, getting her breath back.
The wind picked up temporarily and with it came a gentle sound. It sounded like someone calling out her name. Turning to look up towards the very top of Carlton Point, Lana couldn’t see anyone. Its just my imagination, she thought. It’s just because my heart is beating like God knows what. But the sound continued persistently: ‘Laaaanaa….. Laaaanaa…. Laaaanaa…’
Standing, Lana did a full circle squinting her eyes before chuckling nervously, ‘Very funny, Scottie. I know it’s you. You can come out now!’ she yelled.
But nobody appeared.
She fidgeted with her fingers nervously. Her plan was to climb back on her bike and cycle away but her legs moved in another direction: towards the summit.
“No, she thought, no…
But it was no good. She no longer had any control over her body and she continued walking until she reached the pinnacle of Carlton Point. Lana was terrified. She’d always had what she thought to be an irrational fear of heights. Just like Emma had an irrational fear of water. There was no explanation to either phobia. Then why am I here? Why did I climb up?
At the very top of Carlton Point was a small circular patch of ground surrounded by an ancient stone wall. On one side of it was the pathway she’d just walked along… although steep, there were no scary edges as such. But the other side was an altogether different story. She’d seen it in pictures, and from afar, but she’d never seen it up close.
Standing dead centre as she let her handbag fall to the ground, Lana closed her eyes just for a second. I’m not here, she thought, I’m in bed having a nightmare. But the gentle breeze told her a different story. She gulped hard and opened her eyes, her limbs incapable of moving further. But she was no longer in the centre of the circle. She was now looking down at a sheer drop hundreds of feet below.
She could hear her heart beating, feel it thudding in her chest. She couldn’t open her mouth; it was too dry. All she wanted to do was scream but she couldn’t even do that. Please God don’t let me die, she thought.
A sudden massive gust of wind took her feet from beneath her and she was forcefully pushed from the top of Carlton Point, falling silently and peacefully to the rocky hills below.
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