Welcome Morgan Hannah MacDonald again to the blog. You might remember her from her last book seen here, Sandman. Now she brings us the Spirits Trilogy starting with her book Spirit in the Trees.
Spirits in
the Trees
by Morgan
Hannah MacDonald
SOME FAMILY
SECRETS ARE BETTER LEFT BURIED.
An abandoned
house, a psychotic killer, and a victim reaching out from the grave. A woman
must unearth deadly family secrets before she becomes a ghost herself.
Madeline
Anderson goes to Isabelle Island, Washington, to sell a family home abandoned
over forty years before. Bizarre things occur the moment she steps on the
property. Inside the dilapidated old house, items move about of their own
accord. Strange noises come from empty rooms. She has a vivid, recurring dream
of a woman running for her life. The wind rustling through the trees sounds
like urgent, murmuring voices. When the cacophony dies down, one single word
emerges:
MADELINE,MADELINE,MADELINE.
At first,
Doug Lindstrom, the hot fireman helping Maddy restore the old home, doesn't
believe anything is going on. He’s certain Maddy is jumping at shadows
because she heard the local kids call the house haunted. That is, until he
witnesses horrific violence himself that he can't explain away. After Maddy’s
life is threatened not once, but twice, Doug vows there will not be a third
time.
EVIL DOES
EXIST.
While
searching for answers, Maddy uncovers astonishing secrets about her aunt's
past. Finding more questions then answers, she digs deeper until she stumbles
across evidence of a cold case involving a serial killer nicknamed The Seaside
Strangler. Together, Doug and Maddy must unmask a killer. The lives they save
just might be their own.
WARNING:
This book contains mild language, explicit sex and graphic violence.
EXCERPT:
“And your
brilliant idea would be?” Maddy asked, smiling.
Angie got off the
floor, sat on the ottoman across from her and leaned over clasping her hands.
“We’re going to have a séance, ask the spirits why they’re here.”
Maddy jerked her
hands back. “No way, you have no idea how scary this is. Believe me.”
“Exactly. I’ve
always wanted to see a ghost, now here’s my chance!” Angie tried to grab her
hands again, but Maddy held them out of her reach.
“No, you don’t
understand, this is not a game.”
“Don’t be silly,
I’ve seen this done on TV hundreds of times.”
“This could be
dangerous, something could go wrong. When I was a kid I remember hearing
stories of people conjuring up ghosts with the Ouija board. Ghosts that killed
and maimed!”
“Those are just
urban legends. Besides, we already have the ghosts, and we’re not using a Ouija
board.” Insistently she shook her open hands at Maddy and waited for her to
comply.
Maddy stared at
her new friend a moment. “I don’t know, Ang, what did you say about malevolent
beings?”
“Those are rare.
Besides, if you had one of those, you would be dead already. Now shush and give
me your hands.”
“Great, I feel so
much better.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Reluctantly Maddy relinquished
her hands.
“Okay, close your
eyes and I’ll do the rest.”
Angie was quiet a
moment, then said, “We are addressing the spirits that live in this house, tell
us why you are here.”
The women sat in
silence, waiting.
Maddy squinted
with one eye. “It’s not working, maybe we should give up.” She pulled her hands
back.
“Shh!” Angie
opened her eyes and snatched Maddy’s hands back impatiently. “We are addressing
the spirits that live in this house. Show us a sign!” Angie spoke a little louder this time.
Again, nothing.
The women sat in silence looking around the room, then at each other.
Suddenly the fire
in the hearth flared up twice its size, reaching out toward them, knocking the
screen down with its force. They screamed and jumped out of the way. A door
slammed upstairs, then another. Doors all over the house slammed one at a time.
Maddy swallowed
hard. “Ang,” she whispered.
“Shh,” When all
was silent again, Angie yelled at the ceiling. “Tell us why you are here?”
“Angie, please.
Don’t make them mad!” Maddy pleaded in a
hushed tone while she held tight to her friend’s arm.
“It’s okay.
They’re just acknowledging our presence.” Angie assured her, patting her hand.
A crash came from
behind.
They spun around.
A lamp from the
end table smashed against the opposite wall.
Maddy gasped.
Out of nowhere, a
book flew toward Angie, she ducked just in time.
Maddy screamed,
her head jerked backward.
“What?” Angie
turned in time to see Maddy’s hair floating in the air.
“Someone just
yanked my hair, hard!” Maddy answered rubbing
the back of her head.
About the
Author
Morgan
Hannah MacDonald writes Romantic Thrillers that are NOT for the faint of heart.
She has always been interested in writing and serial killers, but it wasn’t
until she found she had dated one herself that a true writer was born. She
belongs to Romance Writers of America, the San Diego Chapter, as well as the
Kiss of Death Chapter. She resides in San Diego, California where
she is busy working on her next novel.
She can be
found at
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2 comments:
Thank you for coming by Morgan! Sound like an amazing book!
Thank you so much for having me Mila!
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