Matchmaker …….

Welcome to Lady Deidre on today’s GSP Fireflies Promo.

About herself she say’s My passions include God, family, and writing. When I’m not playing with my grand-babies, I’m writing newspaper articles, short stories, or working on my trilogy in the hopes of being a novelist some day.”

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Her book that we are highlighting today is Matchmaker.

When Alex stops into an antique store for a simple gift, he discovers the owner, Cindy Lee, keeps a creepy apparition as a sidekick. Wanting to make a quick exit from the ghoulish shop, Alex heads for the door, but soon finds the giant spirit has other plans for him.

Excerpt:

“Don’t mind Henry, I think he’s just clumsy today,” the perky brunette chimed.

The customer glanced around the antique shop looking for an individual, but found no one. “Who are you referring to?”

She pointed behind him, down a narrow lane, to a small toy section. A row of soldiers, along the top shelf, clattered to the floor. “There,” she said as they tumbled.

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http://www.amazon.com/Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B0073YCGGC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1364495926&sr=8-1&keywords=matchmaker+lady+deidre

 

His head jerked so hard toward the falling toys, that he almost lost his wire rimmed glasses. “I . . . still don’t see anyone,” he said with concern. “How . . . did those soldiers . . . fall?” he stammered.

“Oh,” she smiled. “You’re one of those.”

He turned to stare at her with his brow crinkled in confusion. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“Not everyone can see Henry,” her smile widened. “He’s a peculiar spirit.”

“I’ve never encountered . . .” he cleared his throat as he peered down the aisle, closely searching for any sign of existence, “a ghost before.”

She waved a hand, “No need to worry, he won’t attack you.” To be honest, she wasn’t sure what Henry was capable of. Sometimes she could sense his aggravation if he perceived a threat to her, but that didn’t occur often.

“Attack.” He jerked his head back toward her. “I hadn’t even thought of that.” His eyes darted back to the fallen soldiers scattered across the old wood floor. “How can you be certain?”

“Well, Mister—what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.” He extended his hand politely. “I’m Alex.”

She grasped his narrow hand with a firm grip and squeezed hard. “Cindy Lee. It’s nice to meet you,” she said with great enthusiasm.

Alex removed his hand and rubbed his numb fingers for a moment. “Likewise,” he countered uncertainly.

When the phone shrilled from the service counter near the exit, Cindy Lee replied, “Excuse me, Alex. I have to get that, but I’ll be back to answer any questions you have.” She trotted to the front of the shop—in a hurry to answer the phone.

Alex stared at the fallen soldiers and mumbled, “She must be delusional,” as if that answered everything. He decided to move away from the antique toys. If ghosts really existed, he had no interest in seeing one firsthand.