Book Two in the Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery series, Get Out or Die,
was released July 1, 2015, by Kim Cox
Blurb: In this book Lana deals with new abilities and an angry ghost who does not want to leave and blames the family living in the house for his death. He wants them out. Here’s the Get Out or Die blurb:
Since the news of her first case, Lana Malloy’s Private Investigating/Mediator business is booming. At one pro-bono job, Lana helps a widow communicate with her late husband and learns of a frightening new ability she wasn’t aware she possessed, an ability that could give the spirit the upper hand if she’s not careful.
Lana struggles for control when she encounters the angry ghost who doesn’t want to leave and who doesn’t want the occupants of the house to stay. Will Lana be able to control the situation or will the ghost sense he can overtake her? Does she have other abilities she can rely on to save her?
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“I can’t believe your husband is angry with you,” Lana Malloy said to her new client, Angelina Fuentes. “After all, he died almost a year ago and hasn’t haunted you until now. He hasn’t assaulted you or anything like that, has he?”
“No, Senorita. My Mario only moves things to where I can’t find them. He wants me to lose my mind or something?” A tear trailed down her cheek. “Why does he do this?”
Angelina was an exotic beauty with long black hair and eyes almost as dark. A young woman who’d lost her husband way too young.
Lana closed the space between them, holding Angelina’s hands between her own as she sat beside her on the flowered sofa. Angelina’s lavender scent permeated the air around them. “That’s not Mario’s intentions at all.” She closed her eyes to concentrate. “He came back to try to help you. To let you know it’s okay to live your life, and maybe one day to marry and be happy again. Little Mario needs a male influence in his life too.”
“Why does he say this? Does he not love me?”
“It’s because he does love you that he wants you to have a happy life. Even when that life must be without him.”
Angelina broke down. “I can’t. Mario was . . . is my everything.” Her shoulders shook as she sobbed loudly. Lana would never get used to the emotional strain of dealing with broken hearts.
“What about Rodriquez?”
At the sound of Mario’s voice, Angelina’s head shot up. She searched the room before bringing her gaze back to Lana.
“Where did that come from?”
Lana knew what was happening, but was incapable of stopping it. This was a first for her. Never had one of the spirits sent his voice through her.
“From me.” Lana felt her lips move beyond her control, but the voice wasn’t hers. She was a bit leery of this situation. One thing was for sure, Mario planned to get his point across. At first, she’d been stunned by the change, but then struggled to get control. Frustration overcame her and she tried as hard as she could to dispel the presence manipulating her.
Wrinkles appeared around Angelina’s eyes and she squinted as she stared at Lana. She snatched her hands from Lana’s, jumped out of her seat, clutched her rosary in her hands, crossed herself and backed away, praying silently.
“Don’t be afraid, it is only me, your beloved husband. I won’t harm you.”
“Is it really you, Mario? What do you mean? Rodriguez knows we can only be friends.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s your best friend and I love you. I always will.”
“Rodriguez has loved you for a long time, even before I did.”
“I swear, Rodriquez, we…I…never did anything to shame our marriage.”
“My poor Angelina, I know that. This is not what I mean. He is a true friend and you, a loving and loyal wife. But I’m dead now. Both of you should move on. He loves you. Let him make you happy.”
Lana’s heart went out to Angelina. As she smoothed her dark tresses with the tips of her fingers, her big brown eyes reflected the struggle going on in her heart.
Lana continued to struggle against Mario’s intrusion. This couldn’t be happening to her. She cared for Angelina and Mario but this was a violation of her body.
“Now, I must return to where I belong,” Mario continued. “Promise me you’ll at least try to move on, to live a good life.”
As Lana kept concentrating, she could feel the spirit start to leave and wasn’t sure if she was driving him out, or if he was leaving of his own accord. Just when she thought she’d rid herself of the unwanted spirit, it latched onto her again.
“I will.” Angelina dotted the tears from under her eyes with the pink tissue she’d held in her lap. “I will try. I promise.”
Bio:
Kim Cox lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with her chain saw artist
husband Lee and their three dogs, Scooter, Harley and Candi. She has two sons and two grandsons. Besides writing Kim works a full-time job as an MIS Specialist for a local workforce development agency and has a Web design business. She also designs her own book covers. Learn more about Kim at her Web site www.kimcoxauthor.com and her blog. Kim’s Musings at kimcox.blogspot.com.
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