This year is also the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of World War I. My hero, Seth, was a witness to the terrible events of that war as an ambulance driver. Sara discovers his letters home in a trunk hidden in the attic of the island house she's renting.
Today's excerpt comes from when Sara starts investigating the strange things happening in her little cottage by the sea.
The attic was the only place Sara hadn’t searched. She had to go up there. She had to know if she was alone in the house, even though she was about ninety-nine percent sure there was no way anyone could have gotten into the attic and somehow pulled the ladder up without her hearing anything. Nevertheless, it was the last place to look, and for her own peace of mind, she had to eliminate any infinitesimal chance someone might be lurking up there.
Sara got the flashlight from the closet so she’d be able to illuminate the dim recesses of the attic where the natural light from the windows didn’t reach. She went upstairs and pulled the cord. She slid the knife into the back pocket of her jeans. The ladder slid down and she climbed it up into the dim, hot space. She swung the flashlight beam into the corners as she turned around in a slow circle.
Then she saw him. A man. A scream tore from her throat and she dropped the flashlight. She stumbled backward and tripped over a box, sprawling on the dust-coated floor. She rolled to her side and pulled the knife from her pocket, waving it wildly in his direction.
She couldn’t see him anymore. The only sound was her gasping breaths. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet and held out the knife. “W-who a-are y-you?” she stuttered.
There was no answer. She kept her eyes on the dark corner where he had stood and crouched to pick up the flashlight. She punched at the button with shaking fingers. It was broken.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness. There was no one there. She spun around again, slowly, looking carefully into every corner and saw—nothing.
There were no footprints other than hers in the dust on the floor.
Today's excerpt comes from when Sara starts investigating the strange things happening in her little cottage by the sea.
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The attic was the only place Sara hadn’t searched. She had to go up there. She had to know if she was alone in the house, even though she was about ninety-nine percent sure there was no way anyone could have gotten into the attic and somehow pulled the ladder up without her hearing anything. Nevertheless, it was the last place to look, and for her own peace of mind, she had to eliminate any infinitesimal chance someone might be lurking up there.
Sara got the flashlight from the closet so she’d be able to illuminate the dim recesses of the attic where the natural light from the windows didn’t reach. She went upstairs and pulled the cord. She slid the knife into the back pocket of her jeans. The ladder slid down and she climbed it up into the dim, hot space. She swung the flashlight beam into the corners as she turned around in a slow circle.
Then she saw him. A man. A scream tore from her throat and she dropped the flashlight. She stumbled backward and tripped over a box, sprawling on the dust-coated floor. She rolled to her side and pulled the knife from her pocket, waving it wildly in his direction. She couldn’t see him anymore. The only sound was her gasping breaths. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet and held out the knife. “W-who a-are y-you?” she stuttered.
There was no answer. She kept her eyes on the dark corner where he had stood and crouched to pick up the flashlight. She punched at the button with shaking fingers. It was broken.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness. There was no one there. She spun around again, slowly, looking carefully into every corner and saw—nothing.
There were no footprints other than hers in the dust on the floor.
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About the book:
Newly single, unemployed, and with her savings dwindling to an all-time low, Sara thinks things are finally looking up when she lands a job ghostwriting a popular politician’s biography, and rents the affordable island home of her favorite author, Seth Fortner, who mysteriously disappeared in 1925. Strange things begin to happen as objects break, go missing, and terrifying visions appear, making Sara wonder if Seth ever left, or if she is slowly losing her mind.
She gets no answers from his family who closely guards the secret of his disappearance. Through an old trunk of letters Sara discovers in the attic of her seaside cottage, Sara unravels the mystery and becomes caught up in a tale of greed, lost love, and the horrors of WWI. Will she be the one to break the “Fortner Curse” by helping Seth conquer his demons, and heal both of their hearts in the process?
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