The Ghost Chronicles
by Marlo Berliner
Genre: YA Paranormal
Release Date: November 17th 2015
Summary from Goodreads:
***FINALIST in the National Indie Excellence Awards for Young Adult Fiction 2016***
Can Michael get to heaven before the devil gets him first, and if it means leaving Sarah is he sure he still wants to go?
Michael Andrews had everything - a loving family, a great girlfriend and a promising basketball career. That was before the accident that took his life. Now, he's a ghost, wandering among the living, struggling to understand why he's stuck. All he wants is to move on.
That is until he meets Sarah, an attractive young girl who died just as tragically as he did. The only trouble is falling in love and binding oneself to another soul is forbidden, for it may keep one or both of the souls bound to earth for longer than they should be.
To make matters worse, there's also a danger in going too far with Sarah, because the "joining" of two souls in the afterlife is also strictly forbidden and they don't know what will happen if they do go that far. Each time they touch they can feel the boundaries of their energies slipping perilously into one another.
Things get even more complicated as Michael learns he's being pursued. Demons are after him because he's a marked soul, a soul the devil wants very badly for some unknown reason.
So, maybe falling in love in the afterlife isn't such a good idea.
THE GHOST CHRONICLES by Marlo Berliner is a YA paranormal with romantic elements and adult crossover appeal, perfect for fans of If I Stay and the movie, Ghost. The book was inspired by the legend of a haunting at the Angel of the Sea bed and breakfast in Cape May, NJ.
Spread out on his right was the largest and most spectacular Bed & Breakfast he’d seen so far. A bright, colorful painted sign on the lawn read, Angel of the Sea. The driver stopped out in front and began to explain to his passengers a little of the history about the inn.
“The Angel of the Sea consists of two buildings that appear to have been built at an odd angle to each other and almost mirror one another,” the driver said. “In reality, the two halves were originally part of one building which was split, allowing for it to be moved to its present location. Upon arrival however, it proved impossible for the construction crew to join the two halves together again. Now, a large walkway separates the two structures and leads to a small garden in between. Each floor of the grand Victorian building has wrap around porches adorned with white lights and ornate scrollwork. The turrets, balconies and Mansard roof are all classic Victorian architecture.”
But it wasn’t the grandeur of the place that got Michael’s attention.
Pointing to a small brass plaque below the large painted sign, the driver said, “The Angel of the Sea is famous for having its own resident ghost. The sign below details how a young girl fell to her death and is believed to still haunt the place.”
Michael jumped down from the carriage to read the whole inscription:
In 1965, a young Irish girl by the name of Sarah McConnell died tragically from an accident, while staying here at the Angel of the Sea. She will forever be our ‘angel’, for her playful spirit walks these halls still.
Interesting. If any place down here had a real chance of being haunted, this was it. They’re practically advertising they have a ghost.
Movement on one of the floors above drew his attention. Sure enough, as he glanced upward, he saw the ethereal vision of a young woman gliding across one of the topmost balconies. Dressed in a flowing white gown, her thick red hair falling softly onto her shoulders and in waves down her back, she moved like a delicate ballerina. She was about his age and quite attractive, her curvy body evident behind her thin gown. He watched for a moment or two magnetized, as the woman moved gracefully above him. This has to be the girl who died here.
She didn’t see him gazing up at her, for the girl was too preoccupied playing with the old wooden rocking chairs on the porch. If anyone alive had looked up at that moment, they would’ve thought only the breeze caused the chairs to rock, but Michael knew better.