Thirty-six year old Irene Dunphy didn't plan on dying any time soon, but that’s exactly what happens when she makes the mistake of getting behind the wheel after a night bar-hopping with friends. She finds herself stranded on Earth as a ghost, where the food has no taste, the alcohol doesn’t get you drunk, and the sex...well, let’s just say “don’t bother.” To make matters worse, the only person who can see her—courtesy of a book he found in his school library—is a fourteen-year-old boy genius obsessed with the afterlife.
This sounds suspiciously like hell to Irene, so she prepares to strike out for the Great Beyond. The only problem is that, while this side has exorcism, ghost repellents, and soul devouring demons, the other side has three-headed hell hounds, final judgment, and eternal torment. If only there was a third option…
Publication Date: August 1, 2012
Publisher: Eternal Press
Number of Pages: 356
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Publisher: Eternal Press
Number of Pages: 356
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Author Bio:
Terri Bruce has been making up adventure stories for as long as she can remember and won her first writing award when she was twelve. Like Anne Shirley, she prefers to make people cry rather than laugh, but is happy if she can do either. She produces fantasy and adventure stories from a haunted house in New England where she lives with her husband and three cats.
Twitter: @_TerriBruce
Excerpt:
A
boy appeared in her path. She veered around him and then skidded to a
halt. Something about him made her stop. She turned around to
look at him and realized he was staring at her, his face a mask of
astonishment, his mouth hanging open.
“Hey kid, watch
where you’re going!” she said, more surprised than annoyed.
He was maybe
fourteen and nearly as tall as her, at that “beanpole” stage, as
her grandmother had called it—the tall and scrawny look of one
growing too fast. What little of his face visible under a curtain of
straw-colored hair was pointed and sharp—cheekbones, chin, and
nose. His hair, cut in an asymmetrical bob that left it longer in the
front than the back, was parted on the side and hung in his face,
concealing his left eye. Somehow, the way one washed-out hazel eye
was visible and the other hidden reminded her of Pete, the dog from
the Little Rascals.
She realized he
hadn’t moved a muscle and was still staring at her gape-mouthed.
“Did you hear
me?” she asked.
He gave a little
shake of his head, as if he was doing a double take. The motion
caused the curtain of hair hanging over his eyes to sway. “Yeeesss,”
he said in a slow, cautious, drawn-out way.
“Why are you
staring at me?”
“Well, it’s
just, because…you know. You’re…” He trailed off.
Irene narrowed her
eyes. “I’m what?”
The boy turned beet
red and took a step back, giving a hard gulp that made Irene fear he
had swallowed his tongue. “Well…dead,” he stuttered.
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