Psychic medium Olivia Emerson is young, gutsy, and out to prove she’s got what it takes to hang with the big boys. Although haunted by a past that threatens to consume her, Olivia accepts a job on a snow covered island that could make or break her career. She just needs to keep her past where it belongs- behind her. She knows this job could be her foot in the door, and hopefully the vehicle she needs to break into the business and take the next step up. The only problem; she’ll be working with him.
Paranormal investigator Sullivan Wilde has a healthy dislike for anyone claiming to hear or communicate with spirits. To him, they’re all frauds. He learned firsthand that just because you want to believe, doesn't make it real.
When Sullivan’s forced to work with Olivia, he’s not happy about it. She exasperates him, pushes his buttons, and doesn't have a shut off valve for that mouth of hers. He doesn't believe in her ‘gift’, and makes no apologies for it. Yet, as much as he tries to deny it, there’s something about Olivia that gets under his skin. The moment they’re left alone on the dock of the island, devoid of living inhabitants, everything changes. Some unhappy spirits, coupled with Olivia and Sullivan’s burgeoning feelings for one another leave them with no choice but to rely on one another if they want to make it through the night. Can Sullivan and Olivia put their differences aside in order to finish the job and walk out alive?
Soul Scavengers: Wilde and the Witch
“You heard me, Ghost Man, now please, will you step away from there? You’re scaring the crap out of me!”
He grabbed a hold of one of the columns and leaned his body out over the ledge. “Come on Ollie, where’s your sense of adventure?” he teased. “WooHoo! I’m a flying Wallenda!”
“Sullivan, please! Stop it!” she begged him.
“All right,” he gave in, and set himself back over the floor, safely away from the thirty foot drop. “I didn’t know you were afraid of heights, Ollie. But here’s the thing, it wasn’t you hanging off the building, it was me.”
She whacked him in the arm once he was close enough. “It doesn’t matter! That was really stupid and irresponsible! All it takes is one little slip. What if you had fallen? What then? You’d be frigging dead!”
“At least I’d still have you to talk to,” he tormented her.
Ten Fun Facts about Lisagh
1- I learned to fly a Cessna 172
2- talented singer and artist (attached a sample of my artwork)
3- I am a firm believer in organic, heirloom seeds, and anti-GMO
4- I am a Pagan. I am an Earth Magic being
5- I traveled across Canada with my 12 year old son, not knowing where we were going or what was going to happen
6- I had Dalmatians my whole life
7- My dream car is a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429
8- My guilty pleasures are Johnny Depp, Jerry O' Connell, and Mariana's Trench, lol.
9- I have been writing since I was twelve. It was a romance.
10- Do not look my real age
“You? You’re the clairvoyant?” This had to be a joke somebody was playing on him, and it pissed him right off. He made a mental note to choke Arnav when he got back home. “How old are you, fifteen?” No wonder she took the bus. She was a damned kid, probably too young to drive!
“Nice to meet you, too.” Olivia frowned and followed him around the vehicle. “Fifteen? What are you, blind?”
He gave her an appreciative glance up and down her dripping frame. “Absolutely not, I assure you. So answer the question. Do I need to sign some sort of parental permission slip?” he asked, turning away from her and digging through his pockets for a pen.
Excerpt # 3
“Ollie look, it doesn’t matter what I want. That isn’t going to help you get ahead. I want to see you succeed. What I say about this trip will go a long way to help with that.” He cast his gaze upward, steeling himself to say the words he knew he had to say. “I’m really impressed by you, and not because of that ghost-be-gone shtick you do. Uh-uh.” Sullivan leveled his eyes to hers and gave a remorseful sigh. “You showed grit, determination, and you haven’t tried to kill me with your bare hands. My producer predicted you might try. The fact that you didn’t run cryin’ your eyes out from the place after first contact was impressive enough all on its own. I’ve watched a lot of grown-ass men bail from an investigation, and that wasn’t the least bit reassuring,” he told her. “I know how you feel, and if it’s any consolation, Ollie, I know what I’m missing out on.”
About the Author
Lisagh J. Winters is the author of Soul Scavengers, and has been writing since she was a small child. She is also an accomplished artist and loves to play the guitar. Lisagh grew up in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, and learned how to fly a Cessna 172 when she was 25 years old. She's an avid aviation and paranormal ghost show junkie, and a dedicated earth magician.
Lisagh spent her younger years moving around a lot, and now resides in Cape Breton, Canada, with her seven cats and three dogs.
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