It’s been a bit since I’ve taken the time for A Bonus Cuppa with my readers. It wan’t intentional; I just got carried away in story worlds…it’s kind of an occupational hazard!
Today, though, I have the pleasure of sharing a refreshing beverage, and the blog, with author Chrys Fey, who’d like to introduce you to her new short story, “Ghost of Death” Now, if you’re comfy, let’s all sit back and enjoy! Chrys, the blog is yours!
day. I have a treat for your readers…a recipe. J
significant to the story. I won’t reveal why or in what way, but because it is
important, it had me thinking about the pizza I make to eat. Once, when I
couldn’t have tomato sauce, I used alfredo sauce. Bizarre, maybe, but not a bad
pizza. Below is the recipe, plus the excerpt for Ghost of Death and the blurb for my other short story, Witch of Death.
sprinkle with cornmeal for a little crunch. (Optional.)
hands with flour to keep dough from sticking to your fingers.
leave a crust if you like.
any other goodies that sounds good to you.
until the dough is cooked and the pizza has reached a level of golden/crunchiness
that you like.
in an alley next to her corpse. She has no memories of her murder or the night
she died. She didn’t even see the killer’s face before he or she took her life.
Wanting justice, Jolie seeks answers in the only way a ghost can…by stalking
the lead detective on the case.
responsible for a young woman’s death. She gets closer to the killer’s identity
with every clue she uncovers, and Jolie is with her every step of the way.
earth-bound spirit forever.
wafting up to her, Jolie came to terms with her present state. I’m dead and now my mom knows it. She eyed
the door in front of her. She hadn’t yet walked through a door, but if her hand
could pass through metal then she knew she could move
damn good one. All across the afterlife I’ll be known as the Ghost of Death!
And I’m going to start by walking through this damn door!
deep breath to brace herself if she could have, so she mentally pumped herself
up instead. You can do it! Easy-peasy.
Nothing to it. And she took a step forward. Solid matter slipped around and
through her form. On the other side, a familiar site confronted her: a black
and white bed, the bright green shag carpet in the middle of the room, and a
her ancient desktop computer, the one she used before her dad gifted her with a
laptop when she announced she was accepted to the local university. Wanting to
send out the first ever tweet from the afterlife, she pushed the button to
bring the device to life, but her finger poker straight through it. Resigning
to her Twitter-less fate, she moved toward the full-length mirror hanging on
the wall. She saw nothing. Not even a shimmer in the air hinted at her
a ghost sucks!
supernatural, but when he’s faced with a crime scene that defies the laws of
nature, he has no other choice but to start believing. And solving a magical
murder involves working with a witch.
witch, so, it’s no surprise when she uncovers the murderer is a witch that she
becomes Reid’s number one suspect. If she can’t convince him otherwise, more
people could lose their lives to dark magic, including her.
Seconds. She is currently working on the sequel to Hurricane Crimes that’ll
serve as book two in the Disaster Crimes series.
being a writer by watching her mother pursue publication. At the age of twelve,
she started writing her first novel, which flourished into a series she later
rewrote at seventeen. Fey lives in Florida where she is waiting for the next
hurricane to come her way.