Lost
Reaper
Reaper
Series, Book
One
Shelley
Russell Nolan
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Ormiston Press
Date of Publication: 23rd October
2015
ISBN: 9781311053688
ASIN: B0169KUNCO
Number of pages: 240 Kindle
Word Count: 83,000 words
Cover Artist: Two Decade Designs
Book Description:
The first dead body I ever saw was
my own
For twenty-five year old Tyler
Morgan, being murdered was easy. Easy in comparison with working for the Grim
Reaper. Jonathon Grimm may have brought her back from the dead in exchange for
working as a reaper for her home town, Easton, but she has to find his lost
reaper before she can enjoy her second chance at life.
Only … the lost reaper isn’t
actually lost. He has a new body, a new life, and no intention of turning
himself in.
Tyler begins the grisly task of
reaping the souls of Easton’s dead while searching for the reaper. He could be
anyone – the intriguing detective, Sam Lockwood: the handsome, wealthy Chris
Bradbury; or the serial killer stalking the women of Easton. Women who bear an
uncanny resemblance to Tyler.
As the killer closes in and Grimm’s
deadline draws closer, Tyler discovers she is fighting a much bigger threat
than
the Grim Reaper and time is running out for everyone.
Excerpt
I opened my eyes
and found myself somewhere else, looking through a window at my body on the service
station floor. Blood coated the front of my t-shirt, darkening the cloth. My
caramel-coloured skin was pale, heart-shaped face slack, long black hair matted
with blood.
I put a hand on my
chest. My heart beat faster and faster. It should have reassured me, but I
couldn’t ignore the evidence of my own eyes. I was dead.
I clutched my
stomach and found my ruined clothes had been replaced by a long white gown, the
silken fabric soft and cool against my body. My feet were bare but I could feel
nothing beneath my toes. Around me was a dark void, the only light coming from
the room where a horrible scene was playing out.
Behind the
counter, the owner had pulled himself to his feet and was frantically pushing
buttons on an ancient telephone, gnarled hands shaking, horror etched on his
face when his call wouldn’t connect.
To the left of my
body, the man who’d tried to give me a chance to escape slumped at the end of
the aisle closest to the counter. He struggled to his knees, oblivious of the
monster standing over him.
I heard the knife
thud home and wanted to turn away but my body seized up. Helpless, I watched
the owner scramble out from behind the counter, making for a door marked ‘Staff
Only’. The monster got to his feet and stalked after him, whistling as he
prepared to kill again.
I sobbed, hands
covering my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
‘It doesn’t have
to end this way, Tyler.’
I dropped my hands
and spun around.
A man shrouded in
mist appeared out of the darkness, the light from the service station creating
shadows that cloaked his features as he glided towards me.
The mist flowed
around him like a living thing, keeping his shape indistinct until he stood in
front of me. Then it parted.
I opened my eyes
and found myself somewhere else, looking through a window at my body on the service
station floor. Blood coated the front of my t-shirt, darkening the cloth. My
caramel-coloured skin was pale, heart-shaped face slack, long black hair matted
with blood.
I put a hand on my
chest. My heart beat faster and faster. It should have reassured me, but I
couldn’t ignore the evidence of my own eyes. I was dead.
I clutched my
stomach and found my ruined clothes had been replaced by a long white gown, the
silken fabric soft and cool against my body. My feet were bare but I could feel
nothing beneath my toes. Around me was a dark void, the only light coming from
the room where a horrible scene was playing out.
Behind the
counter, the owner had pulled himself to his feet and was frantically pushing
buttons on an ancient telephone, gnarled hands shaking, horror etched on his
face when his call wouldn’t connect.
To the left of my
body, the man who’d tried to give me a chance to escape slumped at the end of
the aisle closest to the counter. He struggled to his knees, oblivious of the
monster standing over him.
I heard the knife
thud home and wanted to turn away but my body seized up. Helpless, I watched
the owner scramble out from behind the counter, making for a door marked ‘Staff
Only’. The monster got to his feet and stalked after him, whistling as he
prepared to kill again.
I sobbed, hands
covering my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
‘It doesn’t have
to end this way, Tyler.’
I dropped my hands
and spun around.
A man shrouded in
mist appeared out of the darkness, the light from the service station creating
shadows that cloaked his features as he glided towards me.
The mist flowed
around him like a living thing, keeping his shape indistinct until he stood in
front of me. Then it parted.
Author Bio
Shelley Russell Nolan is an avid reader who began writing her own stories at sixteen. Her first completed manuscript featured brain eating aliens and a butt kicking teenage heroine. Since then she has spent her time creating fantasy worlds where death is only the beginning and even freaks can fall in love. With books for both young adults and adults in the works, Shelley plans on writing for as longs as she has the power to type and looks forward to the day when her stories will be published.
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