Paranormal Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Print Length: 306 pages
Publication Date: March 5, 2016
Dead less than twenty-four hours, with a job that doesn’t pay, a fashion disaster for a uniform and more afterlife rules than she can shake a stick at, Bridget Sway thinks it’s as bad as it can get. And then she finds a dead ghost stuffed in her locker.
Since the police are desperate to arrest her for murder, Bridget’s new best friend convinces her the only way to save herself from an eternity in prison is to solve the murder themselves.
With a handsome parole officer watching her every move, an outlaw ghost befriending her and two persistent mediums demanding her attention, solving the murder is not quite as easy as it sounds. And when “murder” turns into “murders” Bridget needs to solve the case … before she becomes the next dead body stuffed in her locker.
Bridget Sway is a great new character full of wit and charm and very dead. . The story keeps you guessing until the very end and the cast of characters that bring this story to life and keep you hooked from the very start. You will want to add this one to your list. I am looking forward to the next adventure that Bridget will find herself in.
Hi, my name’s Bridget Sway. Since there’s a pretty good chance you could win a copy of the story of my afterlife if you pop your email in that cool little counter-thing below, I wanted to drop by and tell you why you should enter. Let me begin by introducing myself properly. As I said, my name is Bridget and here’s a fun fact about me – I’m dead! Yes. Dead. Actually I lied. Not about being dead – that’s true – but about that being a fun fact. It’s really not. A fun fact about me is that I used to put itching powder in my ex-fiance’s clothes when he annoyed me. And he annoyed me a lot. Makes you wonder why we were together in the first place actually, doesn’t it?
Now before you all get on your high horses and start complaining that wasn’t a very nice thing to do to a man I supposedly wanted to spend my life with let me just tell you how I died. No, he didn’t kill me but I do feel he was heavily instrumental in my death. Let me explain. In my oh-so wonderful life I used to be an event planner and, to be clear, I was incredible at my job. Okay, yes, I was technically fired but it was totally the mother-of-the-bride’s fault! And because she got me fired I went home early. And because I went home early I found my ex-fiancé in bed with a trollop from his work. And because I found my ex-fiancé in bed with a trollop from his work I walked out of the house, as you would, and got hit by a bus. Totally the ex-fiance’s fault, right? Yep, knew you’d agree.
I mean, okay, so the flip side of the argument is he was diddling The Trollop from his workplace because I kept putting itching powder in his clothes. But I only did this when he left his dishes on the counter instead of putting them in the dishwasher like I’d asked him to a million times. Or not wiping the condensation from the walls of the bathroom when he’d had a shower like I’d asked him to a million times. Or for cracking the kitchen door open and smoking through the gap instead of actually going outside like I’d asked him to a million times. And then lying about it. As if I couldn’t see the air in the kitchen was blue with cigarette smoke! Let’s not even talk about the smell. Still makes me mad thinking about it. And it wasn’t like I didn’t calmly explain my point first and give him a chance to do the right thing.
So, with all that and the cheating in mind I’d been too busy planning all manner of deviousness (and some shoe shopping) to notice the bus. Until it hit me. I mean, if someone cheats on you in your own bed then that’s fair game, right? Y’know, now I think about it, since I’ve died I’ve really not taking full advantage of how much I could mess with him. I’ve been so consumed with finding dead bodies that all my life problems have sort of faded from my mind. But maybe now is a good time to pay him a visit … although if the Ghosting Busters (the afterlife uber police) catch me there will be pretty severe consequences for illegally haunting him. Still …
Okay, if you’re interested in hearing more about illegal haunting, Ghosting Busters and the like then enter the competition to win a copy of Beyond Dead which will tell you all about this stuff. Or you could sign up directly for Jordaina’s mailing list and download the free novella that tells you all about my first few days dead. That should give you a heads up and what the afterlife is like and I’ll see you soon, but hopefully not too soon. So long for now.
About The Author
Jordaina Sydney Robinson grew up and, despite many adventures further afield, still lives in the North West of England. For fun she buys notebooks, gets walked by her husky puppy and sings really loudly and really badly while driving her trusty old Seat, Roger. If you want to find out just how bad her singing is then you can visit her official website at www.JordainaSydneyRobinson.com and ask her.