Happy Christmas

Happy Christmas to those who celebrate, and Happy Monday to those who do not 🙂 ❤

A beautiful snow is falling this morning, and it’s so calm, quiet, and peaceful that I can’t help but feel that way as well. I’ve never been able to sleep on Christmas 🙂 I’ve always been awake sometime between 2am and 4am, and still do that to this day as an adult…and I don’t have children LOL

To share this wonderful feeling of mine, I’m going to do a giveaway!

DATES: December 25 through January 1st.

HOW TO ENTER: Simply leave a comment below telling me what your favorite, or least favorite, part of Winter is.

PRIZE: an ebook copy of the Revenant Investigations box set,  an ebook copy of Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre, and a copy of An Island Christmas.

I hope you all have a wonderful day!

 

 

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Saturday Snippet: Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre

Happy Saturday! Here is a snippet from Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre 🙂

 

AMAZON ~ EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ~ BOOKSTRAND

copyright@Libby Bishop

 

Once they had what they needed, Arabella led the way back to the stage. Lucas opened the door for her and she passed by him. The chill from the ghost had disappeared, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around. Waiting, watching.

She made her way to the center of the stage and then scanned the seating area just to see if anyone was present. Nothing appeared on the screen, so she called out, “Are you seriously going to hide now? After all that icy build-up during the daylight hours, you’re going to let me down?”

A low growl spread through the area, making her hair stand on end.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said, “but since we are in a theatre, where’s my show?”

“You are crazy sometimes, Arabella Pierce,” Lucas whispered from behind her. His flashlight hovered by their feet.

She smiled but kept her eyes on the thermal screen. To say that she wanted the dark ghost to come out and play was an understatement. If he was going to taunt her, touch her with his cold fingers, the least he could do was introduce himself. She didn’t take kindly to such moves by a spirit.

“Unwanted.”

“I heard that,” Lucas whispered.

Arabella saw a cold ball form on the screen. The ball began to take the shape of a man, and as it did a knot of discomfort twisted in her gut. That was normal reaction for her as a medium when a dark ghost was around. His true presence, with all of its energy, caused unease to course through her.

“Yeah, you’ve already told me that. How about telling me your name?”

“Kristoff.”

The woman’s voice in her mind startled her. Arabella turned around quickly, which made Lucas jump out of the way so she didn’t ram the camera into him.

“Sorry,” she said to him. Then, she addressed the woman who’d spoken. “Katrina, is that you?”

“Yes. He isn’t so frightening—just a show-off.”

The taunt was clear in Katrina’s tone. In response, Kristoff growled again, and the lights flickered on and off for several seconds before the area went dark again.

“See? Throwing a tantrum.”

Arabella understood that Kristoff was a dark ghost, and he had a good deal of power. But with Katrina’s prodding, she realized one other thing—Kristoff was bored. No ghost, especially dark ones, would be so easily egged on unless they’d been trapped somewhere for far too long. She turned around, aiming the camera where she’d last seen his spirit. But he’d moved, and it took her a moment to find him in the right side balcony seats.

“Are you bored, Kristoff? No one here for decades to push, pull, or oppress?” she asked. “What’s keeping you here, then?”

The growl deepened, and the cold figure on the camera stood from his seat.

“Ara—”

Every light in the auditorium exploded at the same time. Instinct had Arabella ducking down and covering her head and tucking the camera against her chest. Lucas was suddenly around her, covering her even more.

When the last of the glass fell to the ground, Lucas rose, which allowed her to do so as well. She handed the camera to him, and then used her flashlight to walk to the front of the stage. Lucas stood beside her so she could see the thermal screen.

“I told you that you don’t scare me, Kristoff!”

Her voice echoed in such a large area. As her echo faded, the entire thermal screen began to turn blue, and as that blue grew closer to the stage, goose bumps formed on her arms. A light, cold breeze blew over the stage as the coldness reached them.

Then, the entire room began to shake, and a resounding roar vibrated the air. Wind kicked up, blowing loose strands across her face. Her hands became frigid and she could feel her cheeks getting wind-burned.

“I am no coward!” Kristoff roared. “Get out and play with someone else!”

“You best leave,” Katrina said with irritation. “He’s no good to you like this.”

Moving against the strengthening wind, Arabella began to move toward the door. Lucas grabbed her hand and they used the flashlight to lead them off the stage and back out into the lighted hall.

The moment the door closed, the roar died and the cold eased away.

 

 

Release Day: Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Today is the release of Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre~ Revenant Investigations, book four! Perfect for Halloween reading 🙂 I will add links as they go live.

AMAZON ~ EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ~ BOOKSTRAND ~ SMASHWORDS

Blurb:

In 1956, the Midsummer Theatre—Noble, Maine’s most popular playhouse—closed after the daughter of the owners was murdered. Unfortunately, her killer was never found. The owners did not want the theatre opened again, but when the theatre passed into the hands of their grandson, he decided that it was time to renovate and reopen.

But the ghosts of the past don’t just fade away.

As a two year anniversary present, medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce arranges for a private investigation for her and her love, Lucas Brown. Not only to help the owner get answers about his aunt’s murder, but to help keep interest in the theatre until it reopens. But as the investigation gets underway, Arabella and Lucas quickly learn that the darkness behind the murder still lingers, and if they don’t remove that darkness the theatre can never again open its doors.

They have forty-eight hours to solve the mystery of Midsummer Theatre, and every second will count.

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EXCERPT:

Arabella Pierce—medium and paranormal investigator—nearly choked as she fought to keep the laughter at bay. That was made quite difficult by the shock and awe expression on her boyfriend’s face. With his mouth agape and his gaze slightly wide, not to mention his stillness, she half expected him to faint.

Her control finally broke when he slowly lowered himself onto the couch. “Lucas, are you all right?” she asked with a chuckle.

He blinked once. “Are you saying that you’ve arranged for us to investigate Midsummer Theatre? Just the two of us? On our second anniversary?”

Smiling, she sat down beside him. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

The shock began to ease away and excitement began to creep in, but the awe was still in his gaze as he met hers. “How did you manage that, Arabella? I’ve been trying for two years!”

Leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs, she replied, “Folger helped me get a meeting with the owner down in Portland. Since he’s in the process of restoring it now, we convinced him that allowing you and me inside for two nights would be beneficial when it came time to reopen. Investigation starts tomorrow morning.”

About three weeks after Lucas had moved permanently to town, he began to hear about the local legends of hauntings. Noble, Maine had its fair share of ghosts, and for a skeptic reporter like Lucas, he was immediately interested in finding more information. He wasn’t skeptic about ghosts—they’d been known to exist for thousands of years, as had people with gifts to help with them. But he was skeptic of claims of hauntings, and especially of people who claimed to have a gift but didn’t have the testing to prove it. That had actually been how they’d met.

Two years ago, her boss, Folger Dade, had allowed Lucas to join the team on a case. Lucas was especially interested in her gift since mediums didn’t have a test that came with official State or Federal paperwork as empaths or conjurers had. Empaths could feel the emotions of the dead, while conjurers could call the dead to them. Lucas was skeptical that she actually had a gift, but he had behaved as a professional, and his article on the Revenant Investigations team had bolstered their cases.

The increase in cases had Folger seriously considering hiring on a few more gifted and non-gifted investigators.

The Kingston Cottage case was also when she’d begun to fall hard for Lucas. “Don’t push him into the bay,” had been Folger’s words to her the day he’d told her about Lucas. Two years later, she was happy she hadn’t done so on their first meeting.

“How did you tell him our investigation would help?”

“Folger wisely used the fact that the theatre was a Noble landmark, and that allowing us to investigate would only help get people interested in following the restoration,” she said. “The theatre was quite popular before it was closed.”

Lucas chuckled. “My article could draw more attention for a better opening?”

“Something like that, yes. And every Noble resident who knows the history of the place wants to know about the ghosts.”

Lucas grabbed her unexpectedly and pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her soundly, causing heat to curl in her belly.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better anniversary gift,” he said when he broke the kiss. “Well, I could, but this is a damn close second.”

Before she could ask what would be a better gift, he stood, with her still in his arms. She wrapped herself around him quickly and let out a laugh. “Where are we going?”

“To the bedroom to celebrate!”

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Go forth, and enjoy the book and have a great Halloween!

Cover Reveal: Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre

Here it is my lovely readers~ the cover for Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre, Revenant Investigations book four ❤

releasing October 31st!

BLURB:

In 1956, the Midsummer Theatre—Noble, Maine’s most popular playhouse—closed after the daughter of the owners was murdered. Unfortunately, her killer was never found. The owners did not want the theatre opened again, but when the theatre passed into the hands of their grandson, he decided that it was time to renovate and reopen.

But the ghosts of the past don’t just fade away. 

As a two year anniversary present, medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce arranges for a private investigation for her and her love, Lucas Brown. Not only to help the owner get answers about his aunt’s murder, but to help keep interest in the theatre until it reopens. But as the investigation gets underway, Arabella and Lucas quickly learn that the darkness behind the murder still lingers, and if they don’t remove that darkness the theatre can never again open its doors.

They have forty-eight hours to solve the mystery of Midsummer Theatre, and every second will count.

SALE ALERT: Ghosts of Kingston Cottage

Ghosts of Kingston Cottage is on sale today through Monday for $0.99!

The first book in the Revenant Investigations series 🙂 ❤

AMAZON ~ EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING

BLURB:

Medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce is sent with her crew to Kingston Cottage, a haunted Maine seafarer’s cottage on an isolated island. For this investigation, her boss has stuck them with skeptical reporter Lucas Brown. Though he’s hot as they come, Arabella can’t trust a man whose sole job is to discredit her and the work she does. Not after what happened with the last few skeptics…

All Lucas may want is the truth, but that doesn’t change her feelings towards him. And when the ghosts appear, she and Lucas must work together—in tight quarters—to convince the resident ghosts to move on before a storm strands the entire crew on the island. Can Arabella put aside her prejudices long enough to see what the ghosts are trying to tell her? And if she does, will she and Lucas have a shot at a lifetime?

 

Ghosts of Trenton House Excerpt

Here is a snippet from Ghosts of Trenton House (Revenant Investigations, book two) ❤

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copyright@Libby Bishop

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Oh, how Lena Tompson wished she was still at home, curled up on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice—the Colin Firth version, of course—instead of at the Revenant Investigations office for an emergency meeting. But that wish wasn’t going to come true. When her boss, Folger, had called they all knew to come immediately. She had and now Knox Trenton, the former love-of-her-life, sat in her boss’s office with his forehead creased from worry.

            “I’m very sorry to drag you all here at this hour,” Knox said. “But there’s an emergency at Trenton House.”

            Arabella Pierce—coworker, medium, and Lena’s best friend—spoke up. “What do you mean?” she asked.

            Knox rubbed his eyes. Lena could feel just how worried he was. Having grown up with and seriously dated Knox, she knew this wasn’t normal for him. Something had to be dreadfully wrong in order for him to be bleeding emotions so strongly. As a high-level empath, he was very good at guarding himself, unless unduly stressed or tired.

Lena reached out with her own empathic gifts to search his feelings, and a brick wall slammed down.

“Nana has done something,” he replied, dread lightly imbedded in his tone.

            Oh, dear. When his great-grandmother did something to earn that tone of voice it normally meant another feud was brewing with someone, probably a family member. The elderly spitfire was too fiery for her own good, at times. “What did Imogene do?”

            “You both know the story of my great-grandmother and her twin sister, Ruth.”

            “Hard to forget,” Arabella replied.

            While the story was well known, not many knew the details as Lena and Arabella did. He’d told them in Junior High. And a hell of a story it was.

            He turned to Folger. “I’m going to tell you the story, but I ask that you keep it to yourself, for your records. This is a very sensitive issue.”

            Folger raised his hand. “What you tell us goes no further than this room.”

            Knox sighed. “Thank you. My great-aunt Ruth conjured my great-grandpa Duke’s spirit when he died of a heart attack in his mid-thirties. She wanted to punish her sister for allowing him into the family and betraying her. Their father trusted Duke and had learned to love him as a son, so he willed Trenton House to Duke and Nana. Ruth was furious with her sister for allowing such a thing, saying she was betrayed, even though their father left her and her husband well over five hundred thousand dollars and the country house at the edge of town.” He paused, sighing. “Most of the family believes her objection was solely about Duke’s name being put on the house. I think it’s safe to say if it had been just Nana’s name on the deed, Ruth wouldn’t have been so vehement about the whole thing.”

            Lena had been to that country house a few times—a beautiful home, on a lovely four-acre plot of land. But Duke being willed Trenton House and watching it fall into his hands, even with Imogene there, had only been the beginning––the spark, to ignite the rest of the Trentons’ sisterly feud.

Lena had seen no real ‘ill will’ between Knox and his cousins, but their parents… Well, there was a reason she never liked going to the family get-togethers. Their barely veiled animosity was like ice, cracking against her skin. Knox tried to shield her from most of it, but the intensity was too great for him to block it all. Lena tolerated events the best she could, but finally admitted they’d taken a toll on her, and her view of their relationship.

            “And no one knows where Ruth trapped Duke’s spirit,” Arabella said, leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs. “Ruth took that information to the grave.”     “Knox,” Folger said, “tell them what Imogene did.”

            Hesitation lightly touched the air, held clear in his dark brown eyes when he glanced at her. All thoughts of their past momentarily fled when Lena saw it—something was very wrong, all right, and worry twisted her gut. “Knox?”

            He fidgeted in his chair, until he settled for sitting with his back completely straight as if someone had pulled a string upward, and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“Nana…raided Ruth’s crypt at our family’s private cemetery and stole a necklace from her coffin.”

            Lena’s mouth dropped in shock. “She did what?”

            “That’s not all. When she returned to the house and tried to call her husband’s spirit to her, she ended up summoning Ruth instead.”

            “Oh my God,” Lena whispered.

            Knowing what she did of Ruth—whom she’d met only once, at a birthday party shortly before her death—Lena could just imagine how the ghost was taking being summoned by her sister. Death did little to quell emotions. “What do you need us to do?”

            He stood, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “I need you two to come talk to Nana and Ruth, to try to calm them down before they destroy the entire house battling each other, and tear the family completely apart in the process.”

            “What do you mean?” Arabella asked.

            “My great uncles, Silas and Wick, are threatening to sue me and my two brothers for both the house and guardianship of Nana, if we don’t deal with the situation in the next two weeks. They’re threatening to put her in the Jasmine Home for the Gifted.”

            Not good, not good. The Jasmine Home was built specifically to care for elderly people who had special gifts, especially ones who couldn’t control their gifts anymore, or those who committed such an act as Knox’s great-grandmother had. The home served most of coastal Maine, with other smaller homes scattered throughout the state.

Imogene would consider it a prison, and that did not bode well for those around her.

            “Does Imogene know?” Lena asked. “What about Silas and Wick’s children?”

            “I told her today. As for Silas and Wick’s children, they’ve agreed to help their fathers if Nana doesn’t undo what she’s done. All but Brendon, who’s trying to help me.”

            She took a deep breath. “Brendon always did have a good head on his shoulders.” Thank goodness. At least Knox had someone in the family to lean on, to turn to when the rest were ready to stab him in the back.

His eyes softened, and for a split second she felt her heart melt, just a little. That was enough for the memories to return, both the good and the heartbreaking, and Lena suddenly remembered she was still in her pajamas—the emergency call from Folger had kept her in her blue flannel bottoms and a lightweight hooded sweatshirt, a pair of winter boots on her feet. She forced herself not to squirm or shift her position, keeping her slight embarrassment to herself as she remained relaxed on the couch. Though, the resulting shame was not so much because she was in her pajamas as it was having Knox see her, at her place of employment no less, in said pajamas.

            “As I’ve mentioned, I’d like you and Arabella to come to the house and talk with Nana and Ruth, see what you can figure out, and see if you can get Ruth to hand over Duke’s spirit. Nana will never move on without him and the two of them will feud forever in Trenton House if we can’t deal with this.”

            “Do you want video or anything?” Arabella asked.

            “Not yet. See what Nana wants to do first, then we’ll go from there.”

            “The family doesn’t know you’re meeting with us, do they?” Lena surmised.

            “Just Brendon, which is why I’m here so late. I’m heir to the house and executor of Nana’s will—they know not to stop me from hiring outsiders to deal with this, as that could hurt their chances of getting hold of their sister and the house for good. But they would do everything in their power to keep me from doing so, which is why only Brendon knows I’m here. Our dirty laundry may be legend in this town, but they’d like to keep it legend, not truth.”

            Lena knew that last part already. Trentons didn’t air their dirty laundry, which was no doubt one of the reasons he’d been hesitant to ask for aid. The family was rich but not stuck-up, though they were very big on maintaining their public image. Anything that would taint the picture of a loving, hardworking, strong and happy family unit in the least was quickly swept under a rug and guarded fiercely. That had also made it hard to be around the family, and not just because she was an empath. Lena had struggled with their tight lips more than once—it made it near impossible to truly get close to those Knox cared for, and made it difficult for him to open up.

            He trusted her, she knew, but there was a difference between trusting someone as a good friend and trusting someone with the family secrets as a partner in love. He’d told her everything through their years as friends and lovers—she cherished that. And she’d kept those secrets, always would. Only Arabella knew what had really transpired when they’d broken up.

“When do you want us to start?” Lena inquired, thankful her tone came out normal even though her stomach was roiling.

            “Tomorrow morning. Can the two of you be at the house around eight-thirty?”

            “Of course,” Arabella replied, then turned to Folger. “You’re okay with all this, I take it?”

            “Yes. If you end up needing some tech, call Nick and Kate.”

            Lena met Knox’s gaze. “Your uncles gave you two weeks to get this resolved. Are they watching the house? Watching you?”

            “Watching me? No, not that I’ve felt, anyway. Nor have they been around the house since she conjured Ruth. I think they’re biding their time until they can make their move. Nana and Ruth are keeping other ghosts from entering the house. They haven’t done anything to the ghosts already in the house, though.”

            Her heart panged. The ghosts that visited Trenton House were all dearly loved family. The fact that Ruth and Imogene were keeping them out of their home was heartbreaking and troubling. “We’ll be there bright and early,” she said.

            Knox’s gaze shifted, worry reaching Lena, a weight that tugged and hummed underneath her skin.  “Thank you,” he said quietly.