Back to School

I know it seems like we just celebrated the Fourth of July, but it’s already August. And in much of the country, that means school is about to start. It actually starts this week in my area of Texas. When I was young, I loved and hated the start of school. I hated waking up early after being able to sleep in and wake up naturally. In Alabama, where I grew up, we didn’t start back to school until a week or so into September.

 

And I loved how it was always a little chilly in the mornings.  I actually loved shopping and buying a new wardrobe, too.  I didn’t get a lot of new clothes, but I always got some.  And wearing new clothes tended made me feel better about myself.  I hated always feeling as if I was invisible, unless it was when I ran into the school bullies. Then, I prayed for invisibility.

But I’ll admit, part of me looked forward to going back and seeing the boys that I had crushes on.  I always had the dream that this would be the year when one of my crushes would notice me.  (Yeah, I was a romantic even back then.)  Oh and I loved getting all my school supplies. There’s a certain smell to school supplies that I can still remember.  I also recall organizing everything.  And actually being happy about learning and getting back into a routine.  School was not my favorite thing.  But I remember the new school year feeling every September, and it was sort of like a part of life, almost like a season that when it comes every year, you are pulled into the familiarity of it.  Those first days of school every year were just part of life.

How do you feel about school? Or how did you feel about it?

Winner!!

The winner of last week’s t-shirt giveaway is Gabrielle Saunders. Congratulations! Please email me at christie@christie-craig.com with your t-shirt size and your postal address.

The Mother Daughter Influence

Recently, I purchased some travel-sized hair spray to take with me on my trip to New York.  There was one line on the back that read:  Do not use this product while smoking.

My first thought was who would do that? Then bam! I was suddenly yanked back into the past watching my mom fix her hair, holding a cigarette between her fingers, while spraying her hair. Thankfully, I never picked up the smoking habit, but as young girl, I loved watching my mom get dressed up. I remember she had a mole, or as they called it back then, a beauty mark, on her left cheek. She would use an eyebrow pencil to color it a little darker.  And in my mind, I can still see her push out her left cheek as she colored the beauty mark. I remember wishing I had one like hers. I recall getting into my mom’s makeup once and attempting to give myself a beauty mark.

I think most little girls grow up idolizing their mom at that young age.  I know I did.  I watched her, studied her.  Wanted to emulate her.  I wanted to walk like her, look like her.  I wanted boobs like her.  I can honestly say that growing up, my identity as a female was in many ways driven by my mom.

Now as I grew older, I found my own style. Today, my mom still loves big bold prints, and I go more for solids or small prints.  Mom colored her hair red for years, the most I do is add a few highlights. But still, who I am today is in part because of my mom.  In fact, the reason I never smoked was because I saw my mom attempt to quit smoking.  She would cry and tell me how badly she wanted to quit, but how desperately she wanted another cigarette.  Also, she was deathly afraid of spiders, and I share that same phobia.  So I guess you could say I acquired some of her fears and learned a few things from her struggles.

And because my fiction is so reflective of my own life, you see this mother/daughter connection in my books.  In Three Heartbeats Away, Riley realizes how much she’s been influenced by the memories of her mom.  She wears her hair long because her mother did.  Her favorite color stems from the color her mom often wore.  Her style, her outlook, her love of art, is all connected to the women she loved and lost when she was only four.  Even the car she drives is due to seeing an image of her mom with the same car.

 

 

 

 

Do you see how your mom may have influenced who you are?  In what ways are you like your mom?

Giveaway!!!

Today I’ll give away a C.C. Hunter T-shirt to one person who tells me how their mom influenced them. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. And if you are reading this on Goodreads, you must go to my blog to post your comment to enter.)

 

 

Winner!

The winner of last week’s giveaway is Anne. Congratulations! Please email me at christie@christie-craig.com and give me your postal address.

 

 

New York City!!

I love to travel. I love to experience different cultures, different foods, different people.  I’ve traveled to France, London, China, South America, New Zealand, Denmark, and soon I’m going to Scotland and Ireland.  But amazingly, when I go to New York City, the differences are almost as great as going to a different country.

I’ve never grabbed an Uber or a taxi in Tomball, Texas.  My heart got a workout when I got into a taxi whose driver had road rage and screamed the entire drive as he delivered me to my Grand Central author party.  (All I could think of was that I’m glad not everyone had guns like they do in Texas.) I’ve never bumped into so many people on the streets of Tomball. In New York you are shoulder to shoulder.  And in Times Square, some of those people are “over-the-top” characters.  Like a women wearing nothing but a thong and paint.  Like the Mickey Mouse characters with bobbling heads. As crazy as it was, I loved experiencing it all.

Restaurants are everywhere.  The food is phenomenal. And I can’t say enough about the play Hamilton.  Wow!!  I mean, wow!

And because this was a RWA, Romance Writers of America, conference, attended by writers, it felt like most of those folks were family.  And because I’ve spoken at so many writer’s conferences, I know so many faces.

I spent time chatting with Tina Dick, who is a reporter from Germany. I love running into her every year, and it’s not just because she brings me German chocolate.  But the chocolate is amazing.  I ran into Joss Wood, who lives in South Africa and whose books sound wonderful, and was such a pleasure to chat with.  I ran into some folks from New Zealand who were at my workshop I gave there.  Then there were the fans who came to the signing.  They got C.C. Hunter T-shirts just for showing up, too. I ran into old friends, Arel Jansen, from Maine, and we had some great visits, hugs, and laughs.  I hung with Ruth Kenjura, a Houston RWA member.

I shared wine and conversation with Diane Kelly, Lori Wilde, Kerrelyn Sparks, Shala Patel, Pintip Dunn, Dyranda Jones, Miranda Liasson, and Carolyn Brown.  Laura Drake, Susan Muller, and I got turned down by two angry Uber drivers, but we finally got to the Lillie’s Victorian Establishment, where great food and laughs were had.  Susan and I roomed together again, and you know you need a roomie who agrees that what happens in the hotel room, stays in the hotel room.  Oh, the fun! (By the way, all of these are amazing authors, try them!)

 

I met with editors, my agent, bloggers, librarians, and I may have drunk a little too much wine.  But I did not dance on any tables.  So don’t believe anyone who says I did.  And remember photos can be altered.  I went to workshops, heard Alyssa Cole speak at the Librarian breakfast, which was fantastic and met authors Tee O’Fallon and M.A. Taylor, whose books sound amazing and I’m ordering them today.

New York City was amazing.  A blend of culture, good food, better friendships, and tons of laughter.

Giveaway!!!

And . . . I got some free books, double copies, and I snagged a few extra RWA tote bags. So today, I’ll give away a bag, and at least one book that I snagged at the conference.  So leave a post and tell me about one of your travel adventures or a dream vacation, and one person will win a tote and at least one new book. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. And if you’re reading this on Goodreads, you must post your comment on my blog to enter.)

Happy Reading!

What Are You Reading?

Summer time is in full swing. Time for trips to the beach, car rides across the country, sitting by the pool, and lots of time to relax and read. I love sitting on the deck of a beach house overlooking the ocean and catching up on my reading.

One of the many perks as an author is I get asked to read and blurb about new books.  So I’m often discovering new books and new authors.  Recently, I read two great page turners.  Goode Over Evil is by a brand new author Leslie Marshman.  Suspense, romance, and family drama.  This one will keeps you glued to the pages.

She left town to save a life. Now she’s back to avenge a death.

Years ago, Samantha Goode was driven away from love, her family, and her past. Now the Texas Ranger is back in Crystal Creek for her estranged grandmother’s funeral, even though it means coming face to face with everything, and everyone, she’d left behind. When a brutal murder shatters her world, Sam is determined to stay until she solves it. Soon she’s knee-deep in suspects, including the family of the man she once loved but was forced to betray.

Rancher Clayton Barnett will do anything to keep his autistic younger brother out of an institution, including sidelining his life to work for their powerful, manipulative father. When tragedy brings Sam back into his life, instead of rekindling their romance, Clay finds himself embroiled in a dangerous murder investigation.

Will old secrets pull Sam and Clay apart once more, or can they rise above their past? And with a ruthless killer on the loose, will Sam’s hard-earned Ranger skills be enough to ensure that Goode triumphs over evil?

You can find out more about Leslie Marshman and her books at https://lesliemarshman.com/books-2/.

The next one I’m recommending is Jane Anonymous by Laurie Faria Stolarz.  Now it doesn’t release until January, but if you like nail biting suspense, preorder it now.

Bestselling author Laurie FariaStolarz’s thrilling novel Jane Anonymous is a revelatory confessional of a seventeen-year-old girl’s fight to escape a kidnapper—and her struggles to connect with loved ones and a life that no longer exists. 

Seven months.

That’s how long I was kept captive. 

Locked in a room with a bed, refrigerator, and adjoining bathroom, I was instructed to eat, bathe, and behave. I received meals, laundered clothes, and toiletries through a cat door, never knowing if it was day or night. The last time I saw the face of my abductor was when he dragged me fighting from the trunk of his car. And when I finally escaped, I prayed I’d never see him again.

Now that I’m home, my parents and friends want everything to be like it was before I left. But they don’t understand that dining out and shopping trips can’t heal what’s broken inside me. I barely leave my bedroom. Therapists are clueless and condescending. So I start my own form of therapy—but writing about my experience awakens uncomfortable memories, ones that should’ve stayed buried. How far will I have to go to uncover the truth of what happened—and will it break me forever?

Find out more about Laurie Faria Stolarz and her books at https://lauriestolarz.com/stand-alones/.

Winner!!

The winner of last week’s t-shirt giveaway is Gabrielle Saunders. Congratulations! Please email your postal address and your t-shirt size to Christie@christie-craig.com.

Scoop Out the Litter Box

Riley has a lot on her plate in Three Heartbeats Away. She’s dealing with a Bridezilla ghost, a jealous girlfriend, an alcoholic dad, and a hot guy that doesn’t remember her. But at least she has her best friend.  Kelsey and Riley have each other’s backs.  They talk, share secrets, and offer each other advice.  Do you have a friend like this?  Someone who listens, commiserates with you?  Here’s an excerpt showing Kelsey and Riley’s friendship.  Riley has just confided in Kelsey that she feels something is off with Hayden and her.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt

Kelsey sits up, crosses her legs, and stares at me. “Maybe you’re not as attracted to the real Hayden as you were the spirit Hayden. The whole ghost thing could have been what turned you on to him! Like bad boy versus good boy. Dead versus alive.”

“Are you crazy?” I pop up. “No. I look at him and I melt. At night, when I’m alone, he’s all I can think about. And he’s ten times more attractive now than he was!”

She holds up a hand. “Chill. I was just putting the worst-case scenario out there first. I have a few other possibilities.”

I exhale and drop back on my headboard. “Okay. What are they?”

“Maybe you’re scared.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “Like I am.” Her words come out sincere. “I know you were hurt when Carl started dating only a few weeks after you left. Maybe that scared you more than you know and now you’re afraid to love someone. Afraid they’ll walk out on you or yank your heart out and feed it to a Rottweiler.”

I let that reasoning crawl around my head and heart a second. “That’s not it, either,” I say. “Yeah, Carl hurt me, but even then I knew it wasn’t true love. I was more upset about Shala, my ex-best friend, than I was with him.”

Kelsey holds up three fingers. “Okay, third and last possibility. You need to close a few doors before you open up another one.”

“Huh?” I ask.

“Metaphorically. You’ve got a lot of open issues. Your mom issues. Hunting down a murderer. Things with your dad. That’s a lot of crap in your litter box. Maybe you need to scoop some out.” She sighs. “Which is another metaphor. A bad one, I know. What I mean is you need to solve something before you begin something.”

While her analogy feels a little off, it’s like I just heard the hammer hit the nail. I know she’s right. And her number-two reason isn’t that wrong, either. Though it’s not about Carl or Shala. This is about being abandoned and done wrong by the people I should have been able to trust. It even kind of explains why I went bonkers with the whole Brandy issue. Hayden’s needing time made me feel as if he was about to abandon me. Then when I thought he’d been seeing Brandy the same time as me, I felt like another person I loved hadn’t been honest with me.

I let out a deep breath of angst. I need to find my nerve. I need to scoop the poop out of my litter box.

I look at Kelsey. “You make a damn good shrink.” I hug her. “Now about you and Dex.”

“I’m okay,” she lies.

“No, you’re not.” I grab her hand. “Promise me that you won’t shut Dex out again. If he tries to kiss you, kiss him back. Take a chance. You know, if I’ve learned anything dealing with spirits, it’s that life is short. And I think we end up regretting more of the things we don’t do than the things we do. Give Dex a chance. He may not end up being the one. But he really likes you.”

Right then, the temperature in the room goes cold. Kelsey gets her wide-eyed there’s-a-ghost-here look. And she’s right.

Giveaway!!

You can order all three books in my Mortician’s Daughter series now from AmazonBarnes & Noble and Kobo.  Leave a comment to be entered to win a C.C. Hunter T-shirt.  (Sorry, but this giveaway is limited to U.S. residents only. And if you are on Goodreads, you need to go my blog at http://cchunterbooks.com/blog/ to leave a comment to be entered.)

 

When You Hug Someone

Did you know that hugging increases levels of the “love hormone” oxytocin, which is beneficial for stress levels, heart health and so much more? Did you know a ten second hug a day may fight infections, boost your immune system, ease depression and fatigue?

 

In Three Heartbeats Away, the third book in my C.C. Hunter YA series The Mortician’s Daughter, Riley learns about some of the science of hugs and discovers a twenty second hug (or longer) holds the greatest health benefits, especially for stress relief. And boy, could Riley use less stress.  I mean, she’s only trying to stop a killer. So, she starts counting the seconds when she hugs people and when they hug her. Here’s an excerpt of one of her best hugs from Hayden, the guy she loves that’s dating someone else.

Excerpt

We leave the hospital, and I barely get seated behind the wheel before Hayden says, “Tell me about your dead-bride search.”

I consider telling him it’s not his deal, but Hayden helped with my last two spirits. I start driving and give him the lowdown on the bride and about going to Delicious Donuts earlier.

A wrinkle appears in the middle of his forehead.“You went by yourself.”

“It was daytime. People were around.”

He shakes his head. “You’re trying to find a murderer. You shouldn’t go there alone.”

“I’m not trying to find him. I’m trying to find evidence to take to the police.”

“Same thing.” Frustration sounds in his tone.“Do you realize how crazy it is that you are even doing this?”

“What am I supposed to do? Not help them?”

“Maybe,” he says.

I halt at a stop sign and look at him. “I can’t not help them. I didn’t ask for this, but they come to me and it is what it is.”

For the next mile, we don’t speak. Then he says, “Sorry, I just… It still blows my mind. I’ll do some checking on the Internet, too.”

“Don’t you have enough on your plate?” I pull up in front of his house.

“I’m by myself all day.”

I cut the car off and pull out the keys to get his walker out of the trunk. When I set it down, I say, “I should go.”

He frowns. “You said you didn’t have to be home until five-thirty. You’ve got—”

“I know, but…my big showdown with my dad about Mom is supposed to happen this afternoon, and I need to wrap my head around what I’m going to say.” My voice almost trembles.

“You going to be okay?”

One look at his blue eyes and the truth slips out.“I don’t know.”

Hayden stands there. “Call me when it’s over. I’m sure you’ll need to talk.” He picks up the walker and sets it on the curb and uses it to step up.

I worry he did too much today.“Hand me your keys and I’ll unlock your door.”

He hands them to me, and I move with him up the walkway.

We get to the porch, and I unlock the door and hand him his keys.

Our hands touch, and the brief contact is almost painful. “Riley, I’m sorry you’re having to go through this.”

“I know.”

Before I realize his intention, he pushes his walker aside and hugs me.

I close my eyes and let my head rest on his chest. I know this spot. I can smell his skin, feel his chest rise and fall. Alive. The boy I was so afraid of losing is alive and walking. And he cares. About me. Emotion stings my eyes.

His cheek comes down to the side of my temple. I savor the closeness, relish the feel of his arms around me. I memorize his whispered breath against my cheek. Counting the seconds, I pray for twenty. Or more than twenty. I get to thirty before Hayden says, “I’ll be thinking about you.”

His arms fall from around me. I step back. Our eyes meet, hold, and I feel it, the connection I’ve never felt with anyone else.

“Call me,” he says. “If only to say you survived. I’ll worry if you don’t.”

Nodding, I walk back to my car. I get inside. The warmth of his embrace lingers. I look out the window. He’s still there watching me. Part of me wants to run back and hug him again. But I remember my appointment with Dad.

I start my car.When I pull out, I see a candy-apple-red Honda parked across the street. And I recognize who’s in the driver’s seat—recognize who’s staring at me. Brandy.

She had to have seen us hug. This can’t be good.

I keep driving. The moment I come to a side street, I turn, put my car in park, and text Hayden: Brandy’s parked across from your house.

Three dots appear, then disappear. And so does the sweetness of Hayden’s hug. I remember his figuring-out comment.

Why does everything in my life have to be so screwed up?


Want to read more about Riley and Hayden and their adventures? You can order all three books in my Mortician’s Daughter series now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo.

Are you a hugger? Do you easily hug your family and friends? Or is it something you are uncomfortable with?

 

Susan C. Muller

I’m very lucky to have a special guest on my blog this week. Susan C. Muller writes grabs-you-by-your-throat suspense books that you can’t put down. She loves to travel the world and has been known to snorkel with penguins, travel down the Amazon, zip line off tall buildings, and spend the night in a hammock in the rain forest. When not writing, she can be found doing volunteer work at a local hospital. She loves to read, travel, snorkel and take long walks with her dog..Her newest release, Time to Run, is about a woman on the run from the mob and the FBI. With heart pounding suspense, you won’t be able to put Time to Run down.

I couldn’t wait to ask Susan a few questions about Time to Run.

I really liked your heroine, Jax Duncan.  Can you give me three words that best describe her? 

Strong. Even when frightened she never gives up.

Resilient  Whatever life throws at her, she adapts and never loses faith things will improve.

Skeptical.  If you can’t trust the FBI, you can’t trust anybody…and she doesn’t trust the FBI.

In what way are you like Jax? 

Her favorite place is the local library.

And in what way are you different from her? 

She grew up a rich pampered princess. Her life changed in the blink of an eye and she learned to live with nothing.

Do you have an elevator pitch of the book that you can share?

When Jax Duncan witnesses a mob execution, she becomes the next target for the hit man and the prime suspect for the FBI. After four years on the run, both have found her. Now she must run again. Only this time she has an added burden… An injured FBI agent who depends on her to keep him alive until he’s well enough to arrest her.

Tell me a secret about yourself that your readers don’t know. 

I’ll tell you something that will make you sad. I’m allergic to chocolate.


When Jax Duncan stumbles across a mob execution, she becomes the next target for the hit man and the prime suspect for Special Agent Lincoln Montgomery. She decides to hide out until the case is solved and her name cleared.

In each new city she tries to make a life for herself, but no place feels safe. She can still hear the violent confrontation, smell the blood . . . she still watches over her shoulder everywhere she goes, terrified of being discovered . . . eliminated.

Now her worst fears have come true. The hit man has found her. And so has Special Agent Montgomery, the one person with the power to either lock her up or clear her name–if only he’ll believe her.

Unwilling to take that chance, she must run again. Only this time she has an added burden . . . a wounded FBI agent who depends on her to keep him alive until he’s well enough to arrest her.

You can buy Time to Run at Amazon. You can find out more about Susan and her books at http://susancmuller.com/.

EXCERPT

Lincoln heard a voice echoing up from the bottom of a deep well. His eyes cracked open a slit, slammed shut against the glare of the overhead light, and opened again.

Jax sat on the edge of his bed.

“You came back. I thought you’d left.”

“I walked to the nearest drug store and bought you something.” She held up a pair of shiny, aluminum crutches. “Try to stand, walk around a little. We need to get moving.”

“Where to?”

“Away from here. This place is too dangerous. If I found it, so can they.”

Thinking made his head hurt. He lifted the crutches from Jax’s hand and stood. The room only swayed a little as he maneuvered his way into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his face. The water in the sink turned pink.

He glanced in the mirror and almost fell backward. The face staring back at him was nearly unrecognizable. Dried blood from his nose still coated his upper lip like a disgusting, red Hitler moustache. His eyes were bloodshot. A purple bruise was forming on his forehead, and his hair fanned out in seven different directions.

He wet his hand and tried to smooth it down.

“No one cares about your hair, Romeo. Wash the blood off your face and let’s go.” Jax’s reflection stared back at him from the mirror.

He could learn to hate that woman.

Winner!

The winner of last week’s t-shirt giveaway is Becka Lynn. Becka, please send your t-shirt size and mailing address to christie@christie-craig.com. Congratulations!

Giveaway!

Three Heartbeats Away, my C.C. Hunter young adult paranormal released last week. It’s been getting great reviews. Do you read young adult books? Have you read it yet? A lot happens to Riley. In fact, someone gets shot! And getting shot really sucks! Who do you think get shot?  Here’s an excerpt with some clues.

 

Excerpt

The phone rings again. I snatch it off the bedside table and hear Kelsey muttering something about the cold and ghosts. I see the time is eleven. Not as late as I assumed, but we were both exhausted and went to bed right at nine.

I blink and focus on the number, half expecting it to be Dad but praying it isn’t. I don’t want to have this conversation now. Too tired. Too hurt. Too…everything. But when I focus on the screen, I realize I’m wrong. It’s not Dad.

It’s Hayden. What’s he doing calling this late? My heart says he might have remembered something else. Maybe even remembers everything about us this time.

“Hello?” My voice sounds scratchy and sleepy.

“Riley.” His voice is pure panic. “This is going to sound so nuts, but I just…had another dream or whatever you want to call it, and in it Kelsey’s grandmother insisted I call you to wake you up because you’re in danger. She said she tried to wake you but couldn’t. I didn’t want to call, but it felt so real. And I thought… Shit, I shouldn’t have called. This is stupid.”

“What danger?” Cobwebs of sleep start clearing.

“It sounds crazy,” Hayden said.

Bessie appears, fear and fret in her eyes. “He’s here. Get out of the house.”

“Is that her I hear talking?” Hayden asks.

“Gotta go!” I disconnect the call with Hayden and stare at Bessie. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s trying to break in right now! Go out the back door!”

My heart jumps, and my mind goes straight to the man who murdered the bride. “The killer’s here? How—”

“What?” Kelsey fights to get the covers off and sits up. “Killer? Here?”

“No,” Bessie says. “Charles is here. But he’s drunk or high, and he’s got a gun.”

“Crap!” My pulse flutters at the base of my neck.

“Crap what?” Kelsey’s eyes are wide and awake now.

I shoot off the bed, still feeling half out of it, and look down at my best friend. “Charles is here!”

Kelsey bounces out of bed, then shakes her head. “No, he’s in jail.”

The cracking sound of glass breaking echoes from the living room and punctuates her words. Footsteps echo in the house. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. A door farther in the house opens, then slams.

“Window,” Bessie yells.

“Bat?” Kelsey screams.

“You left it in my car,” I say and tell myself to think, to think fast.

“Window,” Bessie yells.

“Window,” Kelsey says, almost as if she hears her grandmother. Kelsey runs for her window and tries to pull it up. I run to help. More footsteps ring out.

“Hurry,” Bessie says.

Kelsey’s bedroom door swings open. We turn around. Charles stumbles into the room, a gun in his outstretched hand.

All I can do is stare at the weapon and know it only takes a twitch of a finger to send a bullet inside either me or my best friend. One quick pull and our lives could end. I’ve never had a gun pointed at me. Never thought of them as terrifying. Until now.

You can now order your ebook or print copy of Three Heartbeats Away at Amazon,  Barnes & Noble or Kobo.

Giveaway!!

So who do you think get’s shot? Riley, Kelsey. Charles or maybe someone else?  Don’t say the answer if you know.  Let’s keep the people who haven’t read it wondering.

Today I’ll give away a C.C. Hunter T-shirt to one person who leaves me a comment and tells me their favorite things about Riley?  Don’t let it contain any spoilers. (Sorry, but this giveaway is limited to U.S. residents only.)

Three Heartbeats Away!

Today is the day many of you have been waiting for. Yup, it’s release day for Three Heartbeats Away, the third and final book in my C.C. Hunter Young Adult Mortician’s Daughter series.

Have you read it?  Have you experienced the bone-chilling cold of Riley’s new ghost?  Have you learned the secret Riley uncovers that turns her life upside down?  Has your heart ached for Riley when she questions if her purpose with Hayden wasn’t to a part of his life, but just to make sure he lived?  Can you guess what Kelsey’s reaction is going to be when she learns exactly what’s going on with her best friend?  Pick up your copy and experience the drama, the mystery, the romance, and the grins and giggles of where Riley Smith’s journey will take you.

I always have so many mixed emotions when I release a final book in a series. I’m excited for my readers to experience the end of a character’s journey, but I’m also sad to have to say goodbye to all the fictional friends I made. I also get really anxious to hear what my readers think about the book. But so far, reviews about the series have been awesome. Here are just a few of the things that have been said:

“Master storyteller C.C. Hunter has a way of drawing you into a story and never letting go. Her characters are so alive, you feel like you’re sitting next to them, and their stories so real, you feel included in every aspect of their lives. Smart. Captivating. Heart wrenching. Miss Hunter is, and will always be, on my MUST READ list!”—NY Times Bestselling Author Darynda Jones

“I love this girl! Riley. She’s a corker. I always expect a lot from C.C. Hunter, and she always delivers.”—Chez Shay Online Book Reviews

“I so cannot wait to get my hands on the next book!!!!! C.C. Hunter has never ever failed to amaze me with her books.”—Lovely Read Publishing

“Filled with expected tropes and twists that can be found in many YA books C.C. Hunter is an expert at weaving her tales to let you have a fantastic reading time.”—Beware of the Reader 

“This [Mortician’s Daughter] series is the perfect blend of eerie paranormal action, drama and plenty of will-they-won’t-they scenarios with to-die-for crushes.” –RT Book Reviews


The dead carry their secrets with them…

At least until they end up at Riley Smith’s door. Her latest spectral visitor is a murdered bride with a need for revenge, and not necessarily for the person who killed her. Never mind that killer is about to strike again. Riley’s determined to help, but is missing Hayden, the hot, ghostly boy who’s always had her back.

Living, breathing Hayden is awake, which means his spirit isn’t around to flirt with Riley anymore. Worse yet, the “real” Hayden doesn’t remember her. Their connection had been so strong. Did his feelings for Riley just disappear into the ether?

As Riley gets closer to finding the bride’s killer, other secrets are revealed: secrets that changes everything Riley thought she knew about her parents. But before she can completely unravel the mystery of her past, Riley will need to escape the murderer that threatens her future.

You can now order your ebook or print copy of Three Heartbeats Away at Amazon,  Barnes & Noble or Kobo.

 

 

 

 

 

Ghosts & a Giveaway!

I have talked about my fascination with ghosts and my personal experiences with them. I’m not sure why I love ghosts and ghost stories, but I know I’m not the only one. Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many movies and TV series about ghosts. Just look at the number of reality ghost hunting and paranormal investigating TV series. There’s Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, Ghost Mine and Ghost Asylum, just to name a few. I don’t usually watch those because then I’d never be able to be alone in my house again.

I tend to watch the fictional TV series like The Ghost Whisperer, which I love, and still watch it when it’s on. I also watch Ghostbusters whenever it’s on.I recently shared my love of the movie Ghost, still one of my all time favorites. But I recently started watching The InBetween, a new series on NBC. This might become one of my favorites. It’s about a young woman, much like Riley, who assists the dead with their unresolved problems and helps detectives solve murder cases. Watch the trailer HERE.

In a lot of ways, the character in The InBetween, Cassie Bedford, reminds me of an older Riley.  They deal with some of the same things, needy spirits, and sometimes gruesome crimes.  Neither of them are super heroes, they are ordinary females with extraordinary gifts.  They get scared, they have other issues weighing on their minds, but their determination to help the dead is admirable and courageous.  I can’t wait for you see Riley in action in this last book in the series.

 

 

 

The countdown for the release of Three Heartbeats Away has started. Only two weeks from today, Three Heartbeats Away will be out. So, if you want to enter my preorder contest, you have to before June 18th. Just preorder Three Heartbeats Away at Amazon,  Barnes & Noble or Kobo, and send a screen shot or copy of the receipt to me at cc@cchunterbooks.com. Then you’ll be entered to win this cool tote filled with awesome swag (promo stuff). But please note, Three Heartbeats Away is up for preorder as an ebook only. However, on release day it will also be available in paperback.

Now, I want to be fair to my fans who are ordering the print copy.  So, if you send me a screen shot, copy of the receipt of your order, or even a photo of you with your book to cc@cchunterbooks.com,  I’ll hold another contest.  I’ll give away a second tote with all the goodies in it.  I’ll announce the winner on June 25th.

(Sorry but both giveaways are limited to U.S. residents.)

Giveaway!

I’ll give away a t-shirt and an ebook of either One Foot in the Grave or Two Feet Under (your choice)to one person who leaves a comment telling me about their favorite TV show. It doesn’t even have to be about ghosts. If you are reading this on Goodreads, you’ll have to pop over to…… to enter to win. (Sorry, but this giveaway is also only for U.S. residents.)