by Patricia V Davis
GENRE: Women's Fiction, Magical Realism
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.
AUTHOR BIO:
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: http://womenspowerstrategyconference.com/
COOKING
FOR GHOSTS is also available at retail book outlets.
Giveaway:
$30 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC
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2 comments:
Thanks for hosting my novel today! I am an Avid Reader, too! 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!
Excerpt sounds intriguing.
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