Autumn/Halloween Countdown Blitz 2019 – Day 7
raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair
share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has
always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her
novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project.
She has participated in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since
2010. Writing isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also
enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives
in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband, four
wonderful daughters, and two crazy dogs.
for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a
ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help
her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for
him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea.
Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living
sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established
cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s
hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed
to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most
dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the
afterlife… love is death.
I knew Seattle like an old friend, but old friends sometimes have secrets,
even after years of knowing them. Alec knew one of those secrets.
I had heard of Kerry Park but never had any reason to visit it. As we
crested the hill and the park came into view, I wished I’d learned about it a
long time ago. It was incredible. The park itself was nothing spectacular: kind
of long and thin. There was a sculpture like two blocks set on top of each
other, with holes drilled through them. It was surrounded by brick, bright
green grass, a few benches and planters. What made Kerry Park so cool was the
I felt like I could have jumped onto the Space Needle from where I stood.
Experience Music Project looked like someone had thrown a bunch of rags around,
turned them to steel and painted them metallic red and blue. Mount Rainier was
in the distance, rising as the skyscrapers fell. There were several ships in
the harbor, and to my right, Elliot Bay glittered in the sunlight. It was
I stepped over the short brick wall, then walked back a few feet until I
sat against a taller fence that served as a boundary. One thing I’d learned
quickly was that out of bounds was one of the best places for a ghost to relax.
Less chance of getting kicked around by mortals.
Alec followed and sat next to me. Right
next to me. I could feel his warmth, and it took all my self-control not to
lean over and wrap my arms around him.