Blurb:
A Vegas cocktail waitress. An Indian herbalist. A British
chemistry professor. An Italian-American widow. Four unique women with one
thing in common: each is haunted by a tragedy from her past. The women are
surrounded by ghosts long before they step aboard, but once they do...
Excerpt:
Somewhere in the Atlantic, 1949
In an ocean as dark and still as death, the Queen floated. The
scythe-shaped moon engulfed in mist gave off only a dank tinge of light. Waves
skimmed lazily along the Queen’s sides, like the careless caress of an
indifferent lover. She was only fifteen years old, but she’d already witnessed
so much misery: war, love lost to tragedy, and once, a vile murder that had left
a stain on her no sea she traveled had ever washed away.
Now she was about to witness another. The killer’s rage was
silent and patient. And yet, she could feel it. In desperation, the Queen
willed her fog horn to blow…
***
Under the cover of the dimly lit stairwell on the deserted
sports deck, the sailor waited. He’d timed it well. The watch wouldn’t make his
rounds up here until after it was over.
Long before he could see his prey, he heard the click of her
heels on the planked wood, echoing off the water as she approached. He pressed
himself back further into the darkness as she came into view, her eyes focused
on what he’d stolen to lure her, carefully placed so that it would be visible
to her while he remained hidden. As she bent to pick it up, he stepped swiftly
behind her and clamped his forearm around her throat, cutting off her scream
and her breath as he pulled her into the shadows.
She felt her windpipe close up and the blood rush to her
head. She couldn’t twist around to face
him, but ─ oh, God ─ she knew who he was. How ironic. In a life as mousy as the
color of her hair, the one impetuous thing she’d dared do, would end her. As
dreary as her life had been, she didn’t want it to be over.
So she struggled. She dug her nails into Death’s rigid forearm
and clawed at the skin on his elbow. But he only swore at the blood she’d
managed to draw and kept that arm hooked resolutely under her chin, dangling
her legs up off the deck, pressing even tighter against her throat as she
kicked. He shook her and she felt the cool night air hit the sole of her foot
as one of her shoes fell off. The thump it made against the deck startled him.
He lost his vice hold on her for an instant and she tried again to scream. He
slammed his other hand across her nose and mouth. With a rush of stinging pain,
the salty iron taste of blood filled her mouth, mingled with the smell of his
familiar aftershave. Who’d have thought Death would come wearing Old
Spice? He’d groomed himself as carefully
for her murder as he once had for her seduction. She went queasy with the
realization that his arms were not the only part of his body that felt rigid
against her.
But mere seconds later, she was too lightheaded to feel
disgust or even fear. She now lay in his arms, compliant, his hand still
pressed against her bloodied mouth and nose. Her head was tipped back as he
continued to suffocate her and she could see the night sky, a depthless
backdrop for the stars that flickered through the gauzy veil of ocean fog. And
the moon looked like a grin. Lovers walking the decks below must think it all
so romantic. Dimly, she could hear the
band playing in the ballroom. She was amazed she could even recognize the tune
─ a new one, just come out that year:
“Some enchanted evening, you may meet a stranger…”
Her final act was to pray that he wouldn’t dump her before she
was truly dead. As cruel as his arms were, at least they were warm. She didn’t
want the ice cold water to be the last thing she felt.
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Author Bio and Links:
Patricia V. Davis is the author of the bestselling Harlot's
Sauce: A Memoir of Food, Family, Love, Loss and Greece, and The Diva Doctrine:
16 Universal Principles Every Woman Needs to Know. Her latest work,
"Cooking for Ghosts: Book I in The Secret Spice Cafe Trilogy" first
of three novels set aboard the RMS Queen Mary, is due to be released in October
2016. Despite the diversity of Patricia's
writing projects, they share the universal theme of "female
dynamism," a term she's coined which signifies women taking positive
action to support each other and better the world around them. To that end,
Patricia also founded The Women's PowerStrategy™ Conference.
COOKING FOR GHOSTS is also available at retail book outlets.
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ReplyDeleteDeath wears Old Spice. *shudder* I guess you could say he really puts the "Old" in "Old Spice".
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to reading more!
Imagine "Old Spice" being the last scent you smell? It's like being strangled by someone's dad! ; )
DeleteI worked as a property manager for a while, and one of our tenants was an old school barber with the barber pole outside and everything. That man smelled so good. I could tell when he had been up to my office and just missed me... because his scent would still be in the air. It wasn't overwhelming at all, it was really quite nice. It's amazing how evocative a scent can be.
DeleteThanks for hosting my novel today! I am intrigued by many of the other books you've hosted, as well. I'll be in and out all day, so if anyone has any questions for me about Cooking for Ghosts, I'll pop in again later and be happy to answer them! Best of luck with the contest, and have a great day, everyone!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds intriguing can't wait to read it.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds intriguing can't wait to read it.
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