How is that
for a riveting title?
Today I am pleased
to present the multi-published author and
Muay Thai enthusiast,
Sandra Cox with a peek at her latest
release! Let’s all give her a fiendishly
big round of felicitations!
After just a
few burning questions I’ll be turning the post over to Sandra as I run off to my
daughter’s wedding :-), but I’ll catch you all back here with another adventure in
apprehension for Alex Cavanaugh’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group on
the 7th.
Burning
question #1:
Whatever possessed you to write a
story like this?
Great question. Several years ago I was writing and
half-listening to the news when I heard a quick blurb that someone had a ghost
for sale on eBay. I only heard it the
one time and never heard it since. But the idea stuck, hence Ghost For Sale.
Burning
question #2:
What is your favorite
scene in ‘Ghost for Sale’?
I’d have to say the séance. But anymore information would need a spoiler
alert.
Burning
question #3:
As a multi-published author, does a
new release ever feel any less exciting than the first one, and why?
I had been writing many years
before I received my first offer of publication. It would be hard to replicate
the intense joy and excitement of that moment. Although… if someone offered me
a contract with a huge advance, I’d be willing to give it my best shot. Grin.
Thanks
for such a captivating interview :-) The post is
all yours, Sandra. Have fun and very best wishes!
Warning:
Contains
ghosts and shopaholics
Blurb:
Caitlin King can’t believe that her shopaholic cousin actually
bought two ghosts off of eBay. But she can’t ignore the truth when she starts
seeing sexy Liam O’Reilly, who’s been dead for over a hundred years. He’s a
fascinating specter, and the more time Caitlin spends with him, the closer they
become—sending them both spiraling into a star-crossed tailspin. No matter how
desperately they long for each other, there’s just no future with a guy who’s
already stopped breathing.
Excerpt:
As we reached the car,
my breath went out in a whoosh. Arms and legs crossed, Liam leaned against the
shiny Corvette. The street lamp limned his high sharp cheekbones and sparked
the blue highlights in his hair. Plain black cotton trousers framed long legs.
My heart tightened and my bones loosened. He was just so darn pretty, in a manly-man sort of way.
His stormy eyes shifted
to me. He stared, unsmiling.
The ghost was still in a
snit. Well fine, I was in a bit of a snit myself.
We drove home in
silence. I glanced in the rearview mirror. Liam stared straight ahead, his arms
crossed, pensive. At least he wasn’t white knuckling the side of the car. How
strange this must seem to him.
I surfed the satellite
radio till I found a channel that played old Irish ballads.
A beatific expression
came over his face, making my breath catch. How could a man be so good-looking?
Maybe it was a ghost thing. His expression changed to one of abject terror.
“Watch out,” he shouted at the top of his lungs.
I turned the wheel
sharply to the right, just missing a little old lady driving a bright red
sports car. She laid on her horn and stuck her third digit out the window.
Liam stared, his
gorgeous mouth open. I think a senior citizen giving me the finger shocked him
worse than my driving.
Check out Ghost For Sale here
