Please welcome Lisa Medley to the blog today sharing her latest Haunt My Heart.
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Blurb:
A Civil War soldier dies to save his men. Can he find true love to
live again?
Sarah Knight has a job she’s good at, a quirky BFF, and a
boyfriend who’s bad for her. When Sarah unearths a Civil War artifact on a
ghost hunt at Chatham Manor, she brings home more than a souvenir
Lieutenant James “Tanner” Dawson fought for the Union, working as
a supernatural liaison for his Major General in a secret Masonic offset called
the Brothers of Peril. When he’s hexed by a witch, he learns the only way to
save his men is to die himself. But death is not the end. Awakening 150 years
later, he knows if he wants to be corporeal again, he has to find true love to
break the hex—a task no easier in 21st century than it was in the 19th.
Excerpt from Haunt My Heart: After 150 years hexed to a ring,
Tanner is reawakened.
Tanner woke screaming.
Anger, not fear, set him off. The
question was what had awakened him in the first place? And after all this time.
At least it had seemed like a long time. Being dead made it hard to keep track.
He’d counted sunrises for months after he’d died, but even that became too
taxing after a while. And when he’d finally been crushed into the ground and
damned to the darkness, he’d lost all hope.
His life energy had begun to wane
immediately upon his death and his semi-corporeal form—his ghost self—had
dissipated a few days after his men removed his body from the battlefield. Not
that it would have mattered anyway. No one could see him. He’d tried to make
contact as the soldiers crossed by him: screaming, begging, anything to get
their attention. To tell them he wasn’t dead. Not really. When he noticed the
soldiers could also pass through him
without so much as a shiver, he’d given up.
Despair filled him as he realized Sylvia
had achieved exactly what she’d promised. He was a stupid man. Maybe he could
have loved her. Maybe…
God, what a witch.
No. It would never have worked. He’d
have been damned either way. At least he’d saved soldiers’ lives, his own good
men, with his decision at Chatham. He’d done the right thing, even if it had
cost his life.
He surveyed the room as best he could
from his prison.
Clearly he’d traveled from the
grounds where he’d lingered for…decades? He wished he knew. Pent-up frustration
filled him. Tanner could see energy emanating from something, just out of his
reach. A glow—the signature of a living soul. An entity he hadn’t seen for a
very long time. The aura, bright and strong, almost reached his prison cell, but not quite.
So close.
Something had sparked him to life.
But what?
He startled when a face appeared
before him. A non-human face. The face of some creature filled the mirrored
prism of his cell.
What fresh hell was this?
The next thing he knew he was
falling, falling, falling. The clatter when he landed nearly deafened him. His
stomach roiled as if he’d leaped from a great height.
“Bitly. Stop it.”
A voice? A female voice?
Sylvia? Could she still be in
possession of him?
Dear God.
“Bad kitty.”
His stomach lurched again as he was
returned to his previous perch; the view was exactly the same, except the face
that stared into his for the briefest moment was different. A woman’s face.
A woman most assuredly not Sylvia.
Relief flooded him. Of course Sylvia
was long dead.
Of course.
And she wouldn’t have followed him
into the afterlife. She’d never loved him that much. Not enough to spend
eternity with him. Only enough to damn his soul for it.
About the Author
Lisa Medley writes urban fantasy and paranormal
romance about monsters in love, because monsters need love too. Look for Reap & Repent
(Bk 1) and Reap & Redeem (Bk 2) of The Reaping Series,
available now. A lover of beasties of all sorts, she has a farm full of them in
her SW MO home including: one child, one husband, two dogs, two cats, a
dozen hens, thousands of Italian bees and a guinea pig. Not so in love with the
guinea pig. She can do ten pushups IN A ROW and may or may not have a complete
zombie apocalypse bug-out bag in her trunk at all times. Just. In. Case. 
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