Born and
raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair
share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has
always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her
novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project.
She has participated in National Novel Writer's Month every November since
2010. Writing isn't the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also
enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives
in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband, four
wonderful daughters, and two crazy dogs.
Gina’s plan
for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a
ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help
her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for
him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea.
Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife... love is death.
Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife... love is death.
Snippet:
My vision blurred as I leaned my head against my stone. I fought the
feeling, but there wasn't much I could do, so I slipped into a dream. Ghosts
rarely slept, but when we needed to, there was no stopping it.
I drew in a long, deep breath.
I was alive again as I dreamed.
I could feel the seatbelt chafing my shoulder, the cracked leather on the
armrest digging into my elbow. I could barely keep my eyes open. Streetlights
flashed through my closed lids as we drove down the road.
It was three in the morning. The party at Micah's house had lasted all
night, and my boyfriend, Caden, and I had stayed up late the night before,
studying for finals.
"Did you have fun?" I asked Caden absently, eyes still closed. He
didn't answer, but I didn't think anything of it. I'd almost drifted back to
sleep when I heard the horn blaring.
My eyes flew open to the glare of headlights aimed straight through the
passenger-side window.
"Caden!"
The dream turned to slow motion as that pair of headlights crashed through
my window. Pain like none I'd ever felt before ripped through me. The noise
rose to a crescendo, and I could feel.
I felt myself being torn apart, my soul wrenched from my body.
There was no question in my mind. No doubt about whether or not I was dead.
I walked to a rock that sat in front of a nearby driveway and hugged my knees.
I scanned the quiet streets, waiting for some sort of light or understanding.
Waiting for heaven. Heaven never came, and it didn't take long for me to
realize that the afterlife was nothing more than hell on Earth.
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