Ready for a New Series?
This is kind of a big deal... I have a brand new series, and the first book, Dead to Me is coming September 29th!
The Book:
TITLE: Dead to Me
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
SERIES: Grave Talker
DESCRIPTION:
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.
𝗢𝗻𝗲: Don’t talk to the dead in front of the living.
𝗧𝘄𝗼: Stay off the Arcane Bureau of Investigation’s radar.
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: Don’t forget rules one and two.
With a murderer desperate for Darby’s attention and an ABI agent in town, things are about to get mighty interesting in Haunted Peak, TN.
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON: https://geni.us/dtm-amazon
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735607800
Audio is coming Soon!
EXCERPT
My life would be a lot easier if the dead in this town would just cooperate. Maybe it was the living. They never seemed to cooperate, either.
I hefted one eyelid by sheer force of will and spied the time on my alarm clock. That alarm clock was just for show. No one—not even me—used them much anymore. Lately, it was there so I didn’t have to look at the time on my phone. Said alarm clock was blinking 12:00 at me.
The power had gone out sometime since I’d fallen into bed. Figures. It didn’t matter that I lived in a nice neighborhood. Mother Nature was a testy woman on the best of days, but in the spring in this part of the country? She was downright spiteful.
The knock—well, more like pounding—on my front door rattled through my house again, which was what had woken me up from a very deep, much-needed sleep in the first damn place. I knew that insistent cop-knock. J was pounding on my door like the badge-wielding tool he was. Granted, I, too, had a badge, but I wasn’t the jerk accosting his door at oh-butt-thirty in the morning.
Groaning, I peeled myself from my oh-so-soft mattress and stomped to my door, yanking it open before J could splinter the wood.
“What?” Yeah, it came out more like a bark, but it wasn’t even dawn, and I was in no mood.
Instead of saying anything at all, J waved a to-go cup of coffee in my face as a peace offering. I fell on the caffeine-laden cup like a junkie, sucking down the brew like my life—or more accurately, J’s life—depended on it.
Only after the cup was half-drained did I let him pass the threshold into my living room. Shuffling past me, he plopped onto my overstuffed sofa like he owned it. He didn’t, but Jeremiah Cooper, AKA, J, was my best friend—hell, my only friend—and he’d spent many a morning, evening, and afternoon on that couch.
J wasn’t the only person sitting there, but he paid exactly zero attention to the slightly see-through dead man perched right next to him, lounging on the cushions like the Queen of Sheba. J—and everyone else in my life—couldn’t see him.
No one could.
No one but me.
Want to keep reading chapter 1? Go here--> https://www.annieande.com/dead-to-me-chapter-1
AMAZON: https://geni.us/dtm-amazon
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735607800
Add to Goodreads: Dead to Me
I cannot wait to see what you think of Darby and her special brand of shenanigans. I had a blast writing her!
Cheers,
Annie
The Book:
TITLE: Dead to Me
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
SERIES: Grave Talker
DESCRIPTION:
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.
𝗢𝗻𝗲: Don’t talk to the dead in front of the living.
𝗧𝘄𝗼: Stay off the Arcane Bureau of Investigation’s radar.
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: Don’t forget rules one and two.
With a murderer desperate for Darby’s attention and an ABI agent in town, things are about to get mighty interesting in Haunted Peak, TN.
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON: https://geni.us/dtm-amazon
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735607800
Audio is coming Soon!
EXCERPT
My life would be a lot easier if the dead in this town would just cooperate. Maybe it was the living. They never seemed to cooperate, either.
I hefted one eyelid by sheer force of will and spied the time on my alarm clock. That alarm clock was just for show. No one—not even me—used them much anymore. Lately, it was there so I didn’t have to look at the time on my phone. Said alarm clock was blinking 12:00 at me.
The power had gone out sometime since I’d fallen into bed. Figures. It didn’t matter that I lived in a nice neighborhood. Mother Nature was a testy woman on the best of days, but in the spring in this part of the country? She was downright spiteful.
The knock—well, more like pounding—on my front door rattled through my house again, which was what had woken me up from a very deep, much-needed sleep in the first damn place. I knew that insistent cop-knock. J was pounding on my door like the badge-wielding tool he was. Granted, I, too, had a badge, but I wasn’t the jerk accosting his door at oh-butt-thirty in the morning.
Groaning, I peeled myself from my oh-so-soft mattress and stomped to my door, yanking it open before J could splinter the wood.
“What?” Yeah, it came out more like a bark, but it wasn’t even dawn, and I was in no mood.
Instead of saying anything at all, J waved a to-go cup of coffee in my face as a peace offering. I fell on the caffeine-laden cup like a junkie, sucking down the brew like my life—or more accurately, J’s life—depended on it.
Only after the cup was half-drained did I let him pass the threshold into my living room. Shuffling past me, he plopped onto my overstuffed sofa like he owned it. He didn’t, but Jeremiah Cooper, AKA, J, was my best friend—hell, my only friend—and he’d spent many a morning, evening, and afternoon on that couch.
J wasn’t the only person sitting there, but he paid exactly zero attention to the slightly see-through dead man perched right next to him, lounging on the cushions like the Queen of Sheba. J—and everyone else in my life—couldn’t see him.
No one could.
No one but me.
Want to keep reading chapter 1? Go here--> https://www.annieande.com/dead-to-me-chapter-1
AMAZON: https://geni.us/dtm-amazon
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735607800
Add to Goodreads: Dead to Me
I cannot wait to see what you think of Darby and her special brand of shenanigans. I had a blast writing her!
Cheers,
Annie
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