 Have you ever seen a ghost? A few years ago, I stayed at a haunted hotel in San Antonio. While I didn't see a ghost, I did have some strange things that happened. Nothing too spooky that caused me to be afraid. In fact, it was sort of exciting. Lily deals with ghosts but her interactions put her life in danger. In the first Lily Deene novel, WHERE LILIES BLOOM, she almost died. Now she's gone off to Scotland for a holiday with her new friends. And of course, she runs into another ghost. THISTLES AND THORNS is a wonderful Young Adult romance filled with mystery and emotional twists. A perfect read for fans of Nancy Drew. Available in ebook and print, be sure to pick up a copy for yourself! Blurb: With one ghost on her mind, and another haunting it, Lily’s been ghosted...literally. Hoping to rekindle her romance with Simon, Lily Deene travels to Anchoret House in the remote Scottish Highlands. Despite a warning to beware of spirits wandering the moors, Lily is drawn to investigate the mysterious death of a young bride, Mairi Morris. She soon realizes that death haunts Anchoret House, and that she too may be in danger. Lily Deene barely escaped with her life during her last encounter with a ghost, now she's facing another dangerous spirit. If you love mysteries with a little piece of history, you'll love the Lily Deene Series. EXCERPT: “You do have the sight, luve.” She gave me a sympathetic look. “I don’t have it myself, though I’ve heard it is both a blessing and curse. I imagine it can be a bit troublesome and frightening to dream of the dead.” “It was kind of strange, but it only happened with the one, uhm, spirit. It’s not like I experience it all the time.” “Aye. Well, if it happened once, there is always the possibility it could happen again. You’ll need to take care at Anchoret House.” “Anchoret House?” I asked. “John McAfee’s house. “Oh. I didn’t know that was the name of his house.” I paused. “Why do I need to be careful at his house?” I asked. “Well, Anchoret House is a house of tragedy. Then there’s Balairie, of course. It’s an old village built on an even older village.” I looked at her blankly. “Restless spirits, luve. There is many a poor lost soul wandering the moors. It may cause some trouble for you.” “Pour lost souls?” I asked, as a strange feeling of foreboding rippled along my backbone. “The dead, luve. They do wander.” She fixed me with a serious look. “You’ll need to protect yourself.” “Protect myself?” I repeated, noticing that I was beginning to sound a bit like a parrot. “From the dead, lass. You’ll need to protect yourself from the dead.” Buy Your Copy Today |
