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Inkspell loves nothing more than a new release! Each time a book comes out, we feel so excited to share this new endeavor with you! Today is another one of those wonderful days. Books can take you to another place and time...but with today's release...we are going beyond the veil...to life after death.
So grab Tiger Lily and join us for the party!!
To make this even more special...NY Times Bestselling author of the Charley Davidson series says about Tiger Lily........
"First Wende Dikec grabs you with her fresh writing, then she keeps you in the throes of her story with an incredible voice and a gifted talent for spinning tales that will amaze and delight. I am stunned. Tiger Lily will consume you, and before you know it you are fighting for air yet begging for more. You've been warned!"
Isn't that a fun recommendation to read this book???
Blurb: Lily Madison thought dying because of a bad manicure was the worst thing that could happen. She was wrong.
Waking up in the hospital and realizing she’s being stalked by an entire herd of naughty little ghosts turns her entire world upside down. She begins to doubt her own sanity until she realizes she isn’t alone. A Goth girl, named Zoe, can see the ghosts, too.
Most of the ghosts look like fuzzy blobs, but one is not blobby at all. He’s a very hot, very annoying dead guy named Nick. Although they dislike each other on sight, Nick soon realizes Lily is his only hope. With the help of Zoe and Mr. Wan, the manicurist who almost killed her, she has only days to get Nick and the other ghosts back where they belong or the whole world will be in terrible danger.
But sending the ghosts back means saying goodbye to Nick forever, and Lily isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to let him go.
“I’m your last resort?”
“Kind of.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Look, I don’t like this any more than you do. Girls like you annoy me.”
“Girls like me?”
He looked me up and down, from my headband embellished with crocheted daisies, to my white blouse and buttercup-yellow skirt. He had on his usual black t-shirt and jeans. Those must have been the clothes he’d died in. I could see part of a tattoo on his right arm, peeking out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He looked like the kind of person who might have tattoos in other places too. The thought of those other places made me blush.
“See what I mean?” His mouth curved into a naughty smile. “You’d never be caught dead with a guy like me.”