This is my stop during the book blitz for Melancholy Ghost by Kat Mayor. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 21 till 27 February. You can see the blitz schedule here.
Melancholy GhostBy Kat Mayor
Genre: Paranormal
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 14 February, 2017
Blurb:You can find Melancholy Ghost on Goodreads
From ghost hunter to ghost, haunted.
Barrett has a plan—help Austin regain his memory, surround him with his friends and loved ones, and lead him into the light. Unfortunately, the tragic investigation of a melancholy ghost derails everything.
As new lead investigator, Thai struggles to maintain the high ratings SCI has always enjoyed. After a few subpar investigations, the network execs demand results, even if it means the team must put their lives on the line for a house more deadly than its dead occupants.
There are worse things than being dead.
Austin knows something is wrong. Most people ignore him, time eludes him, and his hands are basically worthless. If only he could remember what happened, he would have the answers he so desperately seeks. He’s sick of Barrett’s lies and Casey’s deflections. Austin will have to figure this one out on his own. Will the truth set him free, or destroy his soul?
You can buy Melancholy Ghost here:
- Amazon
- Amazon Paperback
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Some places are too evil. Some places should be left alone.
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Excerpt:
The place was virtually empty. Two men sat at the highly-varnished wooden bar. One was eating a hamburger and the other drinking a draft beer. Thai, Gary, and Barrett approached the bar, finding a tiny woman in jeans, T-shirt, and apron wiping a glass with a towel. Her wavy hair was peppered with gray and pulled back into a messy knot. When she saw who they were, she put down the glass and ran around the front of the bar. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she exclaimed, as she thrust out her right hand. Thai and Barrett took turns shaking it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pope.”
She put her hand to her chest. “Call me Beth. We can’t thank you enough for coming here on short notice—”
Her statement was cut off as a pitiful wail echoed throughout the old building. The men looked up to the ceiling. The patrons grew silent and all activity ceased until the wail abated. “See what I mean? This goes on day and night.” The woman turned and yelled to the back. “Jim, they’re here. Come talk to them.” A moment later, Mr. Pope, a tall, balding man with an ample gut, came out from the back. After waving hello to the men at the bar, he walked over to their table. Thai and Barrett rose to greet him. Gary put his camera down and shook Mr. Pope’s hand.
Once the hellos were out of the way, they took a seat. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll record our interview,” Thai said. Gary set up the static cam and handed Thai the remote. “After that, I’d like to speak with any of the staff who have interacted with the spirit.”
“Yeah. I want you to speak to Lexi,” Mr. Pope said. “She probably has the best sense of what’s going on around here.”
“Would you mind if Barrett takes a look around while we conduct the interview?”
“Sure,” Mr. Pope told him. “Anything we can do to help.”
Barrett didn’t need to think about where to begin. He knew he wanted to start with the second floor. The sound of a sobbing female had captured his attention the moment he walked in the door. Gary lifted the portable camera onto his shoulder and followed Barrett up the stairs.
Thai and Mr. Pope took a seat at the table. “So, tell me, how long have you owned the Pub?”
“August will be ten years.”
“When did you first notice paranormal activity?”
“From day one. I was polishing the bar and cleaning up before we opened. I was shoved by something cold and firm. I didn’t think much of it; figured I was tired from working twelve-hour days. There were other, smaller things. Doors closing, unexplained drafts. But some of the stuff going on was pretty hard to ignore. A few months after we opened, Beth and I were having a heated discussion. She yelled at me and I said some things back that weren’t very nice. Next thing I know, a wine glass comes off the rack and whacks me on the back of the head.”
“It fell?”
Mr. Pope shook his head. “It was thrown. There was aiming involved. I wasn’t seriously hurt.” He turned his head so that his back was facing Thai. He ran a finger up and down a dark-red scar. “But, as you can see, I got cut up pretty good. Bled like an SOB. Lexi,” he pointed to one of the waitresses. “She’s got ESP. She ran over as soon as it happened and told me to be nice because the spirit doesn’t like men.”
“She got all that from that one encounter?”
“We’d actually all witnessed it to some degree. One day, a guy came in. He ordered a couple of drinks, and was feeling good. Tammy went to ask him if he was ready for his check. He said no, but he would like a little something else. Then he slapped her rear. Next thing we know, the whole place grows ice cold and the lights go out. When the lights come back on, we find the dude laid out on the floor. Someone or something had flipped his chair backward. We all got a big laugh out of that.” He smiled, remembering.
Thai’s eyebrows furrowed. “Pardon me for saying, but you don’t seem too frightened of this spirit, even though she’s attacked you and a customer.”
“I’m not. Mildred—Lexi says that’s her name—isn’t a vicious ghost most of the time. She’s famous around here and draws business for the pub.”
“So, why now? Why contact us for help with your ghost after ten years?”
“Because something’s changed. She’s always been kind of blue, but now her mood is affecting everyone here. Last week, I was checking the inventory upstairs when I felt a chill wind on my back. I knew it was Mildred. For no damned reason, I started blubbering like a baby.” He slipped his hand in his wife’s. “Beth, she’s real upset, too. Hates to come in here anymore. She’s the one who insisted we call you guys.
If Mildred wants to stay, that’s fine with us. If she wants to pass on, that’ll work, too. But right now, she’s suffering. And we don’t know how to help her.”
Some places are too evil. Some places should be left alone.
The Spirit Chaser is only 0.99$, so you can start this series for cheap. You can buy The Spirit Chaser on Amazon.
Excerpt:
The place was virtually empty. Two men sat at the highly-varnished wooden bar. One was eating a hamburger and the other drinking a draft beer. Thai, Gary, and Barrett approached the bar, finding a tiny woman in jeans, T-shirt, and apron wiping a glass with a towel. Her wavy hair was peppered with gray and pulled back into a messy knot. When she saw who they were, she put down the glass and ran around the front of the bar. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she exclaimed, as she thrust out her right hand. Thai and Barrett took turns shaking it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pope.”
She put her hand to her chest. “Call me Beth. We can’t thank you enough for coming here on short notice—”
Her statement was cut off as a pitiful wail echoed throughout the old building. The men looked up to the ceiling. The patrons grew silent and all activity ceased until the wail abated. “See what I mean? This goes on day and night.” The woman turned and yelled to the back. “Jim, they’re here. Come talk to them.” A moment later, Mr. Pope, a tall, balding man with an ample gut, came out from the back. After waving hello to the men at the bar, he walked over to their table. Thai and Barrett rose to greet him. Gary put his camera down and shook Mr. Pope’s hand.
Once the hellos were out of the way, they took a seat. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll record our interview,” Thai said. Gary set up the static cam and handed Thai the remote. “After that, I’d like to speak with any of the staff who have interacted with the spirit.”
“Yeah. I want you to speak to Lexi,” Mr. Pope said. “She probably has the best sense of what’s going on around here.”
“Would you mind if Barrett takes a look around while we conduct the interview?”
“Sure,” Mr. Pope told him. “Anything we can do to help.”
Barrett didn’t need to think about where to begin. He knew he wanted to start with the second floor. The sound of a sobbing female had captured his attention the moment he walked in the door. Gary lifted the portable camera onto his shoulder and followed Barrett up the stairs.
Thai and Mr. Pope took a seat at the table. “So, tell me, how long have you owned the Pub?”
“August will be ten years.”
“When did you first notice paranormal activity?”
“From day one. I was polishing the bar and cleaning up before we opened. I was shoved by something cold and firm. I didn’t think much of it; figured I was tired from working twelve-hour days. There were other, smaller things. Doors closing, unexplained drafts. But some of the stuff going on was pretty hard to ignore. A few months after we opened, Beth and I were having a heated discussion. She yelled at me and I said some things back that weren’t very nice. Next thing I know, a wine glass comes off the rack and whacks me on the back of the head.”
“It fell?”
Mr. Pope shook his head. “It was thrown. There was aiming involved. I wasn’t seriously hurt.” He turned his head so that his back was facing Thai. He ran a finger up and down a dark-red scar. “But, as you can see, I got cut up pretty good. Bled like an SOB. Lexi,” he pointed to one of the waitresses. “She’s got ESP. She ran over as soon as it happened and told me to be nice because the spirit doesn’t like men.”
“She got all that from that one encounter?”
“We’d actually all witnessed it to some degree. One day, a guy came in. He ordered a couple of drinks, and was feeling good. Tammy went to ask him if he was ready for his check. He said no, but he would like a little something else. Then he slapped her rear. Next thing we know, the whole place grows ice cold and the lights go out. When the lights come back on, we find the dude laid out on the floor. Someone or something had flipped his chair backward. We all got a big laugh out of that.” He smiled, remembering.
Thai’s eyebrows furrowed. “Pardon me for saying, but you don’t seem too frightened of this spirit, even though she’s attacked you and a customer.”
“I’m not. Mildred—Lexi says that’s her name—isn’t a vicious ghost most of the time. She’s famous around here and draws business for the pub.”
“So, why now? Why contact us for help with your ghost after ten years?”
“Because something’s changed. She’s always been kind of blue, but now her mood is affecting everyone here. Last week, I was checking the inventory upstairs when I felt a chill wind on my back. I knew it was Mildred. For no damned reason, I started blubbering like a baby.” He slipped his hand in his wife’s. “Beth, she’s real upset, too. Hates to come in here anymore. She’s the one who insisted we call you guys.
If Mildred wants to stay, that’s fine with us. If she wants to pass on, that’ll work, too. But right now, she’s suffering. And we don’t know how to help her.”
About the Author:I am a native Texan, wife, and mom. In addition to The Spirit Chaser, I have written a young adult series, The Circle. I’m a full-time reader, part-time writer, and when I’m not kicking a story around in my head, I love to read and review books on Goodreads.
You can find and contact Kat Mayor here:
- Website
- Goodreads
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