#Thursday13 PLAY LIST Spooky Sojourn @AshleyLadd
I love to listen to music and the more my hearing decreases, the more I fear I won’t have this pleasure much longer. You see, I’m a disabled Air Force vet and I wear double hearing aids. Unfortunately, even with the hearing aids, I mishear a lot of words. But if I put ear plugs into my ears, I can still hear the songs.
In case I lose more hearing to the point of not being able to hear music, I hope I’ll be able to hear it in my mind.
I have a very long playlist on You Tube and I also listen to an eclectic mix of songs on Pandora from Moldy Oldies to Motown to Disco to country to my mother’s favorite Frank Sinatra.
Here are the top thirteen songs I listened to while writing ‘Spooky Sojourn’. The hero in this book is an old soul even if I don’t say so. I know so. He listens to Sinatra and Bobby Darrin and a lot of jazz music so I had to add a couple of those type songs on my playlist.
It’s very difficult to choose only thirteen as I there at least a hundred songs on my You Tube play list. Can you tell that I was a teenager during the Disco era?
1. The Way You Look Tonight – Harry Connick Jr.What are your favorite songs? If you’re an author, what songs are you listening to as you work on your current book?
2. Dream Lover – Bobby Darrin
3. Reunited – Peaches & Herb
4. How Deep Is Your Love – Bee Gees
5. More Than A Woman – Bee Gees
6. Blue Moon – The Marcels
7. Earth Angel – The Penguins
8. Always Be My Baby – David Cook
9. Over You- Daughtry
10. Nights on Broadway – Bee Gees
11. Working My Way Back To You – Franki Valli & The Four Seasons
12. Tonight’s The Night – Rod Stewart
13. Since I Don’t Have You – Skyliners
Spooky Sojourn BLURB
Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!
Deanna reread her fantasy, barely able to believe she’d penned it, wondering if she should delete it. Did she really want to make out with Harry, a perfect stranger, on a public beach? Did she really want her words on the Internet, even in a supposedly private blog under a make-believe name?
Well, it was confidential, right? As long as she didn’t give anybody the web address or password or tell them about it, it would remain secret.
Enough fantasizing! She had to get back to work. Dragging the files out, she familiarized herself with the ghost sightings as well as Lynette’s and Grant’s history. By the time she finished, she knew how they’d died and the theories about their suicides-slash-murders. She also knew that everybody was afraid to point fingers at the now very influential and powerful Roxanne Cambridge-Anderson. Could Roxanne be behind the haunting nonsense? Did she want the hotel shut down? But that made no sense. The rumors portrayed Roxanne as a murderess. It wouldn’t be in her best interest to keep their legend alive.
Deanna’s temples began to ache the harder she thought about everything, so she decided to go to sleep. Hopefully she’d awake if any hijinks took place in the bowling alley.
About three a.m., deafening booms awoke her. Light brightened lane fourteen and all but one pin lay scattered on the wooden floor.
Groggy, Deanna tried to gather her senses. She looked around then, to her horror, she saw an iridescent figure of a man on lane fourteen picking up a glowing ball. Collecting her presence of mind, she grabbed her webcam, pointed it at the ghostly shape and turned it on. Shaking, she tried to hold her computer steady. Not believing what she was seeing, she knew there had to be a rational explanation. Perhaps some machine was projecting the image onto the lanes. Perhaps a real person stood in front of her in glowing phosphorescent powder.
Whatever or whoever it was, picked up the ball, and knocked down the spare pin. Then the ‘apparition’ bowled three strikes in a row.
Unexpectedly, he turned and glared at her, fire shooting from his eyes. Pins flew from all the lanes at her. Her heart racing, she ducked under the score table.
Ashley Ladd is a disabled Air Force vet that is hard of hearing but still loves language, especially the written word. She loves a sexy man, especially one with a military background and they’ll often pop up in her stories. She also loves cats and has been known to empower a cat with the gift of speech. Unfortunately he wouldn’t shut up. J She loves to plug into Pandora and sip Diet Coke while writing, usually with a cat or kid at her side.
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