It’s been a bit since I’ve taken the time for A Bonus Cuppa with my readers. It wan’t intentional; I just got carried away in story worlds…it’s kind of an occupational hazard!
Today, though, I have the pleasure of sharing a refreshing beverage, and the blog, with author Chrys Fey, who’d like to introduce you to her new short story, “Ghost of Death” Now, if you’re comfy, let’s all sit back and enjoy! Chrys, the blog is yours!
Thank you, Shan, for letting me onto your blog for the
day. I have a treat for your readers…a recipe. J
day. I have a treat for your readers…a recipe. J
In Ghost of Death, my newest short story, pizza is very
significant to the story. I won’t reveal why or in what way, but because it is
important, it had me thinking about the pizza I make to eat. Once, when I
couldn’t have tomato sauce, I used alfredo sauce. Bizarre, maybe, but not a bad
pizza. Below is the recipe, plus the excerpt for Ghost of Death and the blurb for my other short story, Witch of Death.
significant to the story. I won’t reveal why or in what way, but because it is
important, it had me thinking about the pizza I make to eat. Once, when I
couldn’t have tomato sauce, I used alfredo sauce. Bizarre, maybe, but not a bad
pizza. Below is the recipe, plus the excerpt for Ghost of Death and the blurb for my other short story, Witch of Death.
Alfredo
Pizza
Pizza
Need:
Alfredo sauce
Pizza dough
Broccoli
Tomato
Shredded mozzarella cheese
Steps:
1. Prepare dough. (Follow directions on package).
2. Grease cookie shoot with Crisco (shortening) and
sprinkle with cornmeal for a little crunch. (Optional.)
sprinkle with cornmeal for a little crunch. (Optional.)
3. Spread dough onto cookie sheet. Make sure to dust
hands with flour to keep dough from sticking to your fingers.
hands with flour to keep dough from sticking to your fingers.
4. Spoon on alfredo sauce and spread to edges. You can
leave a crust if you like.
leave a crust if you like.
5. Sprinkle a generous amount of shredded mozerella cheese.
6. Top with cut up broccoli florets, sliced tomatoes, and
any other goodies that sounds good to you.
any other goodies that sounds good to you.
7. Pop into the oven set to 425 degrees for about 20 minutes
until the dough is cooked and the pizza has reached a level of golden/crunchiness
that you like.
until the dough is cooked and the pizza has reached a level of golden/crunchiness
that you like.
8. Let cool before digging in.
Title: Ghost of Death
Author: Chrys Fey
Genre: Supernatural/Suspense
Format: eBook OnlyPage Count: 41 (short story)
Release Date: April 22nd, 2015
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Blurb:
Jolie Montgomery, a twenty-one-year-old woman, wakes up
in an alley next to her corpse. She has no memories of her murder or the night
she died. She didn’t even see the killer’s face before he or she took her life.
Wanting justice, Jolie seeks answers in the only way a ghost can…by stalking
the lead detective on the case.
in an alley next to her corpse. She has no memories of her murder or the night
she died. She didn’t even see the killer’s face before he or she took her life.
Wanting justice, Jolie seeks answers in the only way a ghost can…by stalking
the lead detective on the case.
Avrianna Heavenborn is determined to find the person
responsible for a young woman’s death. She gets closer to the killer’s identity
with every clue she uncovers, and Jolie is with her every step of the way.
responsible for a young woman’s death. She gets closer to the killer’s identity
with every clue she uncovers, and Jolie is with her every step of the way.
But if they don’t solve her murder soon, Jolie will be an
earth-bound spirit forever.
earth-bound spirit forever.
Book Links:
Amazon US / Amazon UK / The Wild Rose Press / NOOK / KOBO
Excerpt:
With the sound of her mom’s grief
wafting up to her, Jolie came to terms with her present state. I’m dead and now my mom knows it. She eyed
the door in front of her. She hadn’t yet walked through a door, but if her hand
could pass through metal then she knew she could move
wafting up to her, Jolie came to terms with her present state. I’m dead and now my mom knows it. She eyed
the door in front of her. She hadn’t yet walked through a door, but if her hand
could pass through metal then she knew she could move
through wood.
If I have to be a ghost then I’ll be a
damn good one. All across the afterlife I’ll be known as the Ghost of Death!
And I’m going to start by walking through this damn door!
damn good one. All across the afterlife I’ll be known as the Ghost of Death!
And I’m going to start by walking through this damn door!
She would’ve taken a
deep breath to brace herself if she could have, so she mentally pumped herself
up instead. You can do it! Easy-peasy.
Nothing to it. And she took a step forward. Solid matter slipped around and
through her form. On the other side, a familiar site confronted her: a black
and white bed, the bright green shag carpet in the middle of the room, and a
white desk.
deep breath to brace herself if she could have, so she mentally pumped herself
up instead. You can do it! Easy-peasy.
Nothing to it. And she took a step forward. Solid matter slipped around and
through her form. On the other side, a familiar site confronted her: a black
and white bed, the bright green shag carpet in the middle of the room, and a
white desk.
Stepping up to her desk, Jolie eyed
her ancient desktop computer, the one she used before her dad gifted her with a
laptop when she announced she was accepted to the local university. Wanting to
send out the first ever tweet from the afterlife, she pushed the button to
bring the device to life, but her finger poker straight through it. Resigning
to her Twitter-less fate, she moved toward the full-length mirror hanging on
the wall. She saw nothing. Not even a shimmer in the air hinted at her
presence.
her ancient desktop computer, the one she used before her dad gifted her with a
laptop when she announced she was accepted to the local university. Wanting to
send out the first ever tweet from the afterlife, she pushed the button to
bring the device to life, but her finger poker straight through it. Resigning
to her Twitter-less fate, she moved toward the full-length mirror hanging on
the wall. She saw nothing. Not even a shimmer in the air hinted at her
presence.
Being
a ghost sucks!
a ghost sucks!
Also Available:
Blurb:
Detective Reid Sanders doesn’t believe in the
supernatural, but when he’s faced with a crime scene that defies the laws of
nature, he has no other choice but to start believing. And solving a magical
murder involves working with a witch.
supernatural, but when he’s faced with a crime scene that defies the laws of
nature, he has no other choice but to start believing. And solving a magical
murder involves working with a witch.
Liberty Sawyer embodies the look of your classic evil
witch, so, it’s no surprise when she uncovers the murderer is a witch that she
becomes Reid’s number one suspect. If she can’t convince him otherwise, more
people could lose their lives to dark magic, including her.
witch, so, it’s no surprise when she uncovers the murderer is a witch that she
becomes Reid’s number one suspect. If she can’t convince him otherwise, more
people could lose their lives to dark magic, including her.
Book
Links:
Links:
Amazon US / Amazon UK / The
Wild Rose Press / NOOK
/ KOBO
Wild Rose Press / NOOK
/ KOBO
BIO:
Chrys Fey is the author of Hurricane Crimes and 30
Seconds. She is currently working on the sequel to Hurricane Crimes that’ll
serve as book two in the Disaster Crimes series.
Seconds. She is currently working on the sequel to Hurricane Crimes that’ll
serve as book two in the Disaster Crimes series.
When Fey was six years old, she realized her dream of
being a writer by watching her mother pursue publication. At the age of twelve,
she started writing her first novel, which flourished into a series she later
rewrote at seventeen. Fey lives in Florida where she is waiting for the next
hurricane to come her way.
being a writer by watching her mother pursue publication. At the age of twelve,
she started writing her first novel, which flourished into a series she later
rewrote at seventeen. Fey lives in Florida where she is waiting for the next
hurricane to come her way.
You can connect with her on Facebook and her blog, Write
with Fey. She loves to get to know her readers!
Author Links:
Facebook / Blog / Website / Goodreads
Thank you all for visiting and hopefully commenting. ;)
Thank you, Chrys – here, please let me refresh your beverage (before I add pizza ingredients and your story to my shopping list)!
