Title: Rose’s Ghost – The Trilogy
Author: Theresa Dale
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
When the dead seek justice for tragedies unsolved, the living will be called to piece the puzzle together. Viktor and Rose Maplestone built their house in the woods as a hideaway, but their safe haven became a prison when those left behind failed to join them, proving to be lost or killed. When Rose and Viktor join those who've gone before, there is one left to solve the puzzle of his ancestors. But Greyson isn't alone; he has help from living friends and the ghosts of family. In this complete collection: Follow Rose in a quest to find her lost baby. Join in on the search for an unmarked grave. And finally, solve the riddle of Greyson's past.
Zoe laughed and took a breath. “Let me start again. Maybe you need some perspective here, from someone who deals with this sort of thing.”
“Like what? Like someone who’s been through something similar?”
“Sort of. I mean, someone who deals with this sort of thing.”
Maggie laughed. “You already said that Zoe. Wait. Are you talking about a psychic?”
Zoe spoke in a rush, “Yes! But, well, sort of. More like a reluctantly gifted energy worker. That’s what Libby calls her. See, Libby owns a business consulting company, and they hired this girl – ugh, I can’t remember her name - to do energy work sessions with the staff. And then that turned into classes; the staff learned how to connect, read energy and teach some techniques to clients.” Zoe looked at Maggie hopefully. “She’s the real deal, Mags.”
Maggie’s reaction, after giggling some more at Zoe’s bumbling explanation, made Zoe light up. “Yes. Call her. Today.”
“At this point, I’m willing to try anything. And besides, I totally believe in all that stuff.”
Maggie started telling Zoe about Kaia and Max and their childhood experiences. Suddenly Zoe grabbed her wrist, saying, “Maggie!” and looking toward the woods.
Maggie froze, and she whispered, “What?” hoping that Zoe would say, A deer!
Maggie turned her head slowly. Maybe it was a deer.
At the edge of the woods, standing on the far side of Jack’s little bridge, was a woman.
She was dressed in a sleeveless white gown that reached mid-calf, her legs bare in the cold. Her tangled hair was dark and long, a stark contrast to her pale skin. She was some distance away, but Maggie got the distinct impression of large dark eyes in her pallid face.
“Oh, my God,” Maggie whispered. She noticed blood was streaming from the woman’s arm onto the snow. “Oh, my God! Zoe! She’s hurt!”
The woman held something in her other hand, though it was hard to see what it was. She wavered a bit where she stood and slouched as though she might fall.
Maggie jumped out of the car and ran toward the bridge. She slipped on the ice and fell to her knees. In a panic, she looked up, and the woman was gone.
Zoe appeared at her side and started to help her up, looking past the bridge in confusion.
Maggie turned to her. “Please say you saw her! Please tell me you saw that woman!”
Zoe grasped Maggie’s shoulder. “I saw her, Mags. Come on.”
They walked quickly to the bridge and then over it, not speaking. Maggie stopped where she’d seen the woman.
“Where did she go?”
Zoe was dialing a number on her cell.
“Who are you calling? Zoe!”
Zoe waved her off. “Shh!”
Maggie folded her arms and waited.
“Hello. I’m on 121 Greenwood Square.”
Maggie jumped up and down in her eagerness to correct Zoe.
“Everyone calls it Greenwood Square, but that road actually leads off this road!”
Zoe’s face cleared with the memory of that change, which happened after she’d moved out. “Right! Well what is this road called?
“Old Barn Road, after the Brown farm.”
But Zoe was already giving the information to whoever she’d dialled. Maggie presumed the police. 911.
She looked around. If Zoe’d called the cops, someone was going to come out here, and what evidence would they see? Her own footprints. That was all. No others, aside from Zoe’s, which stopped at the end of the bridge.
She frowned. No blood, either. She had seen blood! Lots of it, flowing from the woman’s left hand. And she’d been holding something in her right; what if she’d hurt herself?
Zoe hung up. “C’mon. We should leave this area so whoever comes to check it out can see it as clean as possible. But I have to say I don’t see any footprints but our own. And I saw her turn and walk down that trail.”
“Yeah; you didn’t?”
“No. I fell. When I looked up, she was gone!”
“Right. You OK?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t a hard fall, just a clumsy one.”
“Good. Let’s get back to the house; they said an officer would be out in a couple of hours.”
Zoe looked at Maggie and smirked. “Hey, we have crime in small towns too, city girl!”
Buy Links (including Goodreads and BookBub):
Why is your featured book a must-read?
The Rose’s Ghost Trilogy is a powerhouse series of ghost stories, featuring two families that live in rural Nova Scotia – the Ridgewoods and the Maplestones. Only there are as many ghosts as live inhabitants on the property that links them, and they won’t rest until their mysteries are solved.
Enter to win an e-book bundle of all 42 books featured in the Mystery and Suspense Bookish Event:
Runs August 11 – 17, 2020.
Winner will be drawn on August 24, 2020.