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When Gabe died, he didn’t go alone. A horrific car accident killed not only himself, but also his wife and daughter. And he blames himself. As a Reaper, Gabe has found new purpose in his afterlife. But the guilt and anger of what he believes he did weighs heavy on his soul. And after the Reapers marched into Helheim and stole a soul from under Empusa’s nose, they’ve all been target one on her hitlist—starting with Gabe. Soon, he’s haunted by more than his thoughts…he’s haunted by a Spectre. Talia Riverbottom is a non-glittering faerie, employed by the Hall of Rest as a Spectre Hunter. When she first gets assigned to help Gabe with his problem, she sees a troubled man who will never be free of his ghosts, unless he forgives himself for something that was never his fault. But the secret she hides herself may be the key to unlocking happiness for both of them—but only if she can save him. All of the Reapers must work together to fight back to evil that has penetrated their ranks, and stop Empusa from getting what she really wants, at any cost. The battle is only just beginning, and they will need every skill and strength they have to win. And will Gabe ever be free of his ghosts?
Author
I'm Miranda Stork, and I'm addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that's another issue - no interventions, please. I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire, spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven't got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I've wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked. Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, "Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE." So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there's some nasty paranormal creatures where we're going), eat the cookie with 'eat me' tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork...
