Book Review
of Spirits in the Trees Sponsored by Bewitching Book Tours
Spirits in the
Trees
by Morgan Hannah MacDonald
An abandoned house, a psychotic
killer, and a victim reaching out from the grave. A woman must unearth deadly
family secrets before she becomes a ghost herself.
Madeline Anderson goes to Isabelle
Island, Washington, to sell a family home abandoned over forty years before.
Bizarre things occur the moment she steps on the property. Inside the
dilapidated old house, items move about of their own accord. Strange noises
come from empty rooms. She has a vivid, recurring dream of a woman running for
her life. The wind rustling through the trees sounds like urgent, murmuring
voices. When the cacophony dies down, one single word emerges:
MADELINE, MADELINE, MADELINE.
At first, Doug Lindstrom, the hot
fireman helping Maddy restore the old home, doesn't believe anything is
going on. He’s certain Maddy is jumping at shadows because she heard the local
kids call the house haunted. That is, until he witnesses horrific violence
himself that he can't explain away. After Maddy’s life is threatened not once,
but twice, Doug vows there will not be a third time.
EVIL DOES EXIST.
While searching for answers, Maddy
uncovers astonishing secrets about her aunt's past. Finding more questions than
answers, she digs deeper until she stumbles across evidence of a cold case
involving a serial killer nicknamed The Seaside Strangler. Together, Doug and
Maddy must unmask a killer. The lives they save just might be their own.
WARNING: This book
contains mild language, explicit sex and graphic violence.
About the Author
Morgan Hannah MacDonald writes Romantic Thrillers that are NOT for the faint of heart. She has always been interested in writing and serial killers, but it wasn’t until she found she had dated one herself that a true writer was born. She belongs to Romance Writers of America, the San Diego Chapter, as well as the Kiss of Death Chapter. She resides in San Diego, California where she is busy working on her next novel.
She can be found at
Excerpt:
“And your brilliant idea would be?” Maddy
asked, smiling.
Angie got off the floor, sat on the
ottoman across from her and leaned over clasping her hands. “We’re going to
have a séance, ask the spirits why they’re here.”
Maddy jerked her hands back. “No way, you
have no idea how scary this is. Believe
me.”
“Exactly. I’ve always wanted to see a
ghost, now here’s my chance!” Angie tried to grab her hands again, but Maddy
held them out of her reach.
“No, you don’t understand, this is not a
game.”
“Don’t be silly, I’ve seen this done on TV
hundreds of times.”
“This could be dangerous, something could
go wrong. When I was a kid I remember hearing stories of people conjuring up
ghosts with the Ouija board. Ghosts that killed and maimed!”
“Those are just urban legends. Besides, we
already have the ghosts, and we’re not using a Ouija board.” Insistently she
shook her open hands at Maddy and waited for her to comply.
Maddy stared at her new friend a moment.
“I don’t know, Ang, what did you say about malevolent beings?”
“Those are rare. Besides, if you had one
of those, you would be dead already. Now shush and give me your hands.”
“Great, I feel so much better.” Her voice
dripped with sarcasm. Reluctantly Maddy relinquished her hands.
“Okay, close your eyes and I’ll do the
rest.”
Angie was quiet a moment, then said, “We
are addressing the spirits that live in this house, tell us why you are here.”
The women sat in silence, waiting.
Maddy squinted with one eye. “It’s not
working, maybe we should give up.” She pulled her hands back.
“Shh!” Angie opened her eyes and snatched
Maddy’s hands back impatiently. “We are addressing the spirits that live in
this house. Show us a sign!” Angie spoke
a little louder this time.
Again, nothing. The women sat in silence
looking around the room, then at each other.
Suddenly the fire in the hearth flared up
twice its size, reaching out toward them, knocking the screen down with its
force. They screamed and jumped out of the way. A door slammed upstairs, then
another. Doors all over the house slammed one at a time.
Maddy swallowed hard. “Ang,” she
whispered.
“Shh,” When all was silent again, Angie
yelled at the ceiling. “Tell us why you are here?”
“Angie, please. Don’t make them mad!” Maddy pleaded in a hushed tone while she held
tight to her friend’s arm.
“It’s okay. They’re just acknowledging our
presence.” Angie assured her, patting her hand.
A crash came from behind.
They spun around.
A lamp from the end table smashed against
the opposite wall.
Maddy gasped.
Out of nowhere, a book flew toward Angie,
she ducked just in time.
Maddy screamed, her head jerked backward.
“What?” Angie turned in time to see
Maddy’s hair floating in the air.
“Someone just yanked my hair, hard!” Maddy answered rubbing the back of her head.
Book Review:
So the whole time I’m reading this I’m
waiting for the little girl from the Poltergeist movies to say “He’s here!” and
her head to spin around. Maddie is mourning
to the extent that she cannot even get out of bed on some days… then she finds
out about the last life of her favorite aunt (and by past life I mean before Maddie was born, when
the aunt was younger, not lived in a different lifetime). Finding this house gives Maddie new purpose,
and the hunk next door helps too. But
the house isn’t quite what it seems.
I had never heard of the horror
romance genre before I read this book, but I love it. Totally romantic, totally creepy … totally
fun. The creepy horror air lends a new
level of intensity tot the charming romance.
I give this author 5 out of 5
clouds. Loved it.
This
product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
opinions or reviews.
Mindy,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the great review and for having me on your blog today, but that cover is not the cover of Spirits in the Trees, nor is that picture me! LOL
Take care,
Morgan
So sorry, have no idea what happened there. I fixed them. I haven't even reviewed that book yet so I have no idea how I mixed those pictures up. I believe I fixed it now.
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