That Thing You Do
Whispering Bay # 1
By: Maria Geraci
NOW AVAILABLE
TKA Distribution
ABOUT THE BOOK~
Allie Grant doesn’t believe in
second chances. She does, however, believe in the power of a permanent
paycheck. So when a tipster reports that the soon-to-be demolished senior
center in her hometown is haunted, Allie hightails it to Whispering Bay to get
the scoop that could secure her dream job at Florida! magazine. What she finds,
though, is far scarier than any ghost. Cue her ex-boyfriend, sexy construction
foreman Tom Donalan.
When Tom catches Allie poking around
his construction site, he quickly realizes his former high school flame is just
as feisty as ever. And, heaven help him, her irresistible, mile-high legs still
take his breath away. But Tom isn’t about to delay the building’s demolition
because of a silly ghost story.
With neither of the stubborn exes
backing down from their opposing positions, sparks fly. And, underneath the
surface, the fire of their old attraction burns as hot as ever. When strange
things start happening with increasing frequency around town, even a tough
skeptic like Tom is tested. The question is, can Allie and Tom stop fighting
long enough to get to the bottom of Whispering Bay’s ghost problem—and the more
important matter of mending their broken hearts?
GOODREADS SERIES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Maria Geraci writes
contemporary romance and women’s fiction with a happy ending. The Portland Book
Review called her novel, The Boyfriend of the Month Club, “immensely sexy,
immensely satisfying and humorous.” Her fourth novel, A Girl Like You, was
nominated for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA ® award. She lives
in north Florida with her family, which includes a very needy chihuahua, an
extremely needy dachshund and a not-so-needy cat (guess which one she likes
best?). You can reach at her www.mariageraci.com.
EXCERPT~
Allie Grant aimed her
flashlight at the padlocked door to the Margaret Handy Senior Center. On the
surface, the abandoned building appeared like any other ranch style structure
built in the nineteen-fifties. Lots of brick, lots of windows, lots of
deterioration. But this wasn’t just any crumbling building. According to her
anonymous source, this building was haunted.
Unfortunately, it was also locked up tighter than the Spanx
she’d worn on her last date. Which was so long ago that Allie could barely
recall the details, the only memorable part of the evening being when she took
off those Spanx. Alone. Right before crawling into bed with a Snickers bar and
the worn out copy of Anne of Green Gables
Buela had given Allie on her seventh birthday.
Allie stifled a yawn. She wouldn’t mind being in bed right
now. It was nearly midnight and she’d been up since the crack of dawn. But she
was a journalist in need of a story and a haunted building (as hokey as that
sounded) was a potential goldmine in magazine advertising revenue. It was also
the kind of story that could get a freelancer like herself a cover byline, but
better yet, it was the sort of story that could land her a permanent job at Florida! magazine.
She raised her flashlight above the door illuminating a huge
NO TRESPASSING sign. The way Allie saw it, she had two options.
The first involved going to her brother Zeke’s house, getting
a decent night’s sleep, then waking up bright and early to seek out The Person
In Charge. She’d make an impassioned (yet logical) plea on why she had to spend
time inside the building, and The Person In Charge would comply, because,
really, why wouldn’t they?
Under normal circumstances, that’s exactly what she’d do.
She simply couldn’t help herself. Buela taught her early that good girls finish
first. A thought that had remained stuck in her head the way her Cuban
grandmother’s lumpy cheese grits used to stick to Allie’s ribs on a cold
January morning. Although she’d been gone over twelve years now, Allie could
still hear Buela’s voice telling her what to do. But right now that voice was
being drowned out by yet another sign stating that the building was scheduled
for demolition at nine a.m. tomorrow, giving Allie basically zip time to
contact The Person In Charge.
Bringing her to option number two.
An option Buela would definitely not have approved of. Not
to mention Zeke, who also happened to be Whispering Bay’s current
chief-of-police. Nope. Allie was beyond certain Zeke wouldn’t take too kindly
to his baby sister committing a B&E.
But was it really a crime to break into a deserted building
scheduled for demolition in less than nine hours?
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