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Series: Ghost Gifts Trilogy #3
Published by: Montlake Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2018
Book 3 in the Ghost Gifts Trilogy
A Holt Medallion Finalist
A past life, a past war, and a past love. Peter St John can’t foresee a future until he confronts his past sins.
When photojournalist Peter St John returns home after a two-year absence, the life he’s been running from catches up. For years his mother’s presence, coupled with Pete’s own psychic gift, has triggered visits to 1917. There, he relives battles of the Great War, captures the heyday of Coney Island on canvas, and falls in love with an enchanting and enigmatic songstress named Esme. Present-day Pete still pines for Esme, and his love endures… but so does his vivid memory of killing her.
Determined to finally confront his former life, Pete is dismayed to discover family heirlooms which serve as proof of his crimes. He also meets a young woman with a curious connection to his family, who is more than what she seems. As century-old secrets unravel, can Pete reconcile a murder from his past before it destroys his future?
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"Enthralling and imaginative, where the past intertwines with the present, Spinella masterfully delivers in the third and final installment of her GHOST GIFT trilogy. ECHO MOON is filled with suspense, mystery, and romance, and kept me turning the pages and on my toes until the very end, an ending I didn’t see coming. I love unexpected twists! Fans, new and old, as ECHO MOON can easily stand on its own, will devour Peter St. John’s story. I sure did."
—Kerry Lonsdale, Wall Street Journal bestselling author
"I just finished this riveting, fascinating, heart-tugging, heart-pounding book. My emotions and thoughts are swirling...I want to weep and smile at the same time. This book comes out in May, but if you haven’t already, read the first two books in this trilogy...Ghost Gifts and Foretold...before turning to the first page of this one. Laura Spinella, you are so gifted, your story-telling skills are dazzling, you always surprise me."
—Sue's Booking Agency
"Laura Spinella's ECHO MOON is a spellbinding story that seamlessly crosses time and kept me turing the pages to the very end. Beautiful writing, interesting characters, and a fascinating mystery heighten a great love story that will forever linger in the reader's mind!"
—Rita Herron, USA Today Bestselling Author
Act I, Scene I
Brooklyn, New York
“Silence! The spirit world demands silence!” Oscar Bodette pressed his hand to the air as if placing a finger to the lips of each audience member. They obeyed. “If the Amazing Miss Moon is to connect with a world beyond this one, she will require your cooperation.” Mystified hums surged. “Please! I beg of you, in hopes that Miss Moon can reach to the stars and what’s beyond!”
Oscar arched his arm like a rainbow, more gestures Esmerelda knew from behind her closed eyes. She sat perched on a throne bejeweled as the gown she wore, which flowed like the heavens around her. From a catatonic state, she pulled erect. On her head, she balanced a Louis the XV crown fashioned of paste gems and trailing beads. Esmerelda opened her eyes and stared like a china doll into the hushed audience. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in a wavy cascade, enhancing her bewitching pose. It was good-sized crowd, at least twenty deep. Oscar pivoted fast, his arm a divining rod aimed at the chosen man. “You, sir!”
“Me?” A well-dressed patron stepped forward.
“No. Not you.” The divining rod became a fan, Oscar waving him off. “Miss Moon sees that gentleman! The departed loved one connected to his soul.” He wagged his finger passionately. “Behind you.”
“You mean me?” a different man said.
“Yes!” Esmerelda announced. She placed her hands, as if casting a spell, over a glass globe. “The spirit of your beloved wife greets you from beyond the grave. She beckons to me now.” Speaking in a monotone voice, Esmerelda lurched about as if this spirit might be making a bodily invasion. “Anna.” She was loud and exact, her small brow scrunching.
“Good heavens. That’s right!” the man cried.
“Of course it is, sir,” Oscar said. “Miss Moon is never wrong. Come forward.” The man, who walked with a pronounced limp, made his way onto the stage, helped by two men who appeared from the wings. “Miss Moon, what is your message for…”
“Thomas,” Esmerelda said.
“Good heavens! That’s right too.” Thomas dotted himself with the sign of the cross.
“Naturally, sir. The Amazing Miss Moon is communicating with your dead wife, who would surely know your name.” Oscar looked to Esmerelda. “And what is Anna’s message for young Thomas?”
“Anna says… she says…” Her tone strained to a climax and she stared into the ball. “She says she misses you a great deal and she hopes the children are fine.”
“Fine as they can be without their beloved mama.” Thomas removed his cap from his head and covered his heart with it. “Does Anna say anything else?”