Though my blog is usually dedicated to promoting other peoples books, I do enjoy writing my own stories. Though I haven’t published any (yet) I do like to share at least a little of them with my readers. Today I have a quick little snippet of a story I am currently working on. This is part of a series that I have shared here before, but is also less about the romance and more about the mystery.
Well, maybe a little about the romance …
Ari is a private investigator, and though she works with the police most of her clients are already dead. For most, investigating a murder this could cause a potential problem, for Ari it means she has a witness who was front and centre. The only problem with ghosts, sometimes their memories are a little hazy.
When Ari finds the town psychic wandering around the town she bolts into action, leading police to her home and discovering her body. Before too long that ghost brings along some friends and Ari soon realizes someone is out to kill the world’s psychics. Can she find the murderer? Or will she join her friends on the other side?
Though in the beginning stages I wanted to share a little more with you, below is short scene of what you’d find most days when looking into Ari’s work office.
Ari lounged in her office chair, her feet on the desk while she read the morning newspaper. ‘Psychic Solves 20 Year Old Cold Case’ spread across the front page of the Waitesfield Gazette. A shadow at the door pulled Ari’s attention to the threshold. Her assistant, Charlotte stood in the doorway a cup of coffee in one hand, a plate of strawberry pop tarts in the other.
“Am I interrupting your morning gloat?” She quipped making her way to the desk, pushing aside a stack of papers to make room for the plate while passing the cup straight to Ari’s outstretched fingers, the newspaper momentarily forgotten.
“I’m not gloating, just want to make sure Arnie Potts got all of his facts straight this time.”
“Uh huh.” Charlotte replied, “How many times were you mentioned?” She asked, eye brow raised.
Ari shoved the paper to the desk while sitting up in her chair, “Twice, I wasn’t credited for hardly any part of it either, despite the headline. He cut out half of our interview including the part where I told him all about the ghost telling me her body’s location.” She poked the newspaper, “I can’t believe he calls that good journalism.”
Charlotte picked the paper up, “So you don’t want this article saved then?” She asked hovering it over the trash bin.
Ari stuffed half of a pop tart into her mouth, “Of course I do.” She said, bits of pastry flying from her mouth.
As you can see, Ari is a bit rough around the edges like all heroes she has her reasons. Come back again for another look into her case!