Welcome my good friend Jo-Ann Carson to Tuesday Author Chats. You’ll love her writing. I just finished reading this delightful book. You don’t want to miss this one.
Jilted by her fiancé, librarian Maddy Jacobson is nursing a broken heart, when her best friend gives her an early Christmas present. Intended to be a fun, psychic reading in a spooky, tea house, the gift turns out to be life changing. Maddy becomes haunted by a mischievous, Highland ghost.
Ruggedly handsome, Cullen Macfie, the Highlander, has been dead for over three centuries, and never in all those years has he been as attracted to a woman, as he is to Maddy. He falls hopelessly in love and decides to woo her.
Can there be a future for a librarian and a naughty, Highland ghost?
A Highland Ghost for Christmas is a sweet, romantic comedy guaranteed to warm the cockles of your heart, make you laugh out loud and leave you craving a man in a kilt … and shortbread, of course.
“Grumbling, Cullen slid to the kitchen and pulled out the cutlery drawer. It fell to the ground with a loud smash. He had never been one to rattle chains.
Maddy jumped a foot off the couch. That sound couldn’t be her imagination. With her phone in her hand she ran to the kitchen. Knives, forks and spoons sprawled all over the floor. What the heck?
Her pulse raced. That drawer had been closed and she knew there was nothing wrong with it because she had cleaned it two days ago, grumbling the whole time that it was a stupid thing for a single woman to be doing on a Saturday night.
Maddy swallowed and walked around her house turning on every light, inspecting every corner looking for an answer and found none. First the knocking on the door, then that feeling of someone entering her house and now knives and forks strewn everywhere . . . It seemed as if . . . A ghost? No, that couldn’t be.
Cullen followed her around the house blowing on her neck every few feet.
When she got back to the kitchen, rubbing her neck, she considered her options while she picked up the cutlery from the floor. Methodically she put it in the sink for washing. What could she do? Phone for help? 911 would not appreciate a call about this. What could she say to an emergency operator? “I need help: my spoons fell down.” She laughed at her own joke. She could phone Ellie, but she didn’t want to sound silly. Who else was there? Her parents had retired to Florida and she didn’t want to bother them on their bowling night. No, she had to deal with this herself.
She looked at her sink. The knives and forks had not jumped onto the floor by themselves. She swallowed again, but that didn’t help. Could there have been a minor
earthquake? She checked her phone. No seismic activity in the area. Maybe a magnetic anomaly? What the heck? Talk about her imagination running wild.
After cleaning the cutlery and returning it to the drawer she paced the kitchen.
Cullen followed her enjoying the view of her back-side.
Okay, so she couldn’t come up with a logical reason for the cutlery being on the floor.
“A ghost?” she said out loud. “Have I picked up a ghost from the haunted tea-house?” Other people pick up common colds; trust her to attract a more exotic malady.
What was she thinking? She didn’t believe in anything undead. Besides, she had lived in this house for two years and never experienced anything unusual before. “I don’t believe in ghosts,” she said out loud.
Cullen tossed her coffee tin onto the floor.”
Why am I writing about ghosts?
You might say I fell backwards into it.
I was writing a post-apocalyptic book, but found it so dark a world to live in creatively, that I started writing poetry, then lighthearted ghost stories. I shared one of my stories and was happy to find that people liked it. So I published it.
Currently I’m plotting out the third story: Confessions of a Pirate Ghost.
Who am I?
Jo-Ann Carson writes romance twisted with suspense and polished humor. Her strong characters take the reader on a fast and fun journey. Currently she’s writing the Gambling Ghost series, a collection of paranormal sweet, romantic comedies guaranteed to warm the cockles of your heart, make you laugh out loud and leave you craving a ghost of your own.
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