Tiger
Lily
Wende
Dikec
Genre:
YA Paranormal Romance
Publisher:
Inkspell Publishing
Date
of Publication: January 13, 2016
ISBN:
978-1-939590-59-6 (ebook)
ISBN:
1939590779 (paperback)
ASIN:
B018A6N548
Number
of pages: 156
Word
Count: 56,000
Cover
Artist: Najla Qamber
Book
Description:
Lily
Madison thought dying because of a bad manicure was the worst thing
that could happen. She was wrong.
Waking
up in the hospital and realizing she's being stalked by an entire
herd of naughty little ghosts turns her entire world upside down. She
begins to doubt her own sanity until she realizes she isn't alone. A
Goth girl, named Zoe, can see the ghosts, too.
Most
of the ghosts look like fuzzy blobs, but one is not blobby at all.
He's a very hot, very annoying dead guy named Nick. Although they
dislike each other on sight, Nick soon realizes Lily is his only
hope. With the help of Zoe and Mr. Wan, the manicurist who almost
killed her, she has only days to get Nick and the other ghosts back
where they belong or the whole world will be in terrible danger.
But
sending the ghosts back means saying goodbye to Nick forever, and
Lily isn't sure she'll ever be able to let him go.
"First
Wende Dikec grabs you with her fresh writing, then she keeps you in
the throes of her story with an incredible voice and a gifted talent
for spinning tales that will amaze and delight. I am stunned. Tiger
Lily will consume you, and before you know it you are fighting for
air yet begging for more. You've been warned!"
--NY
Times Bestselling Author Darynda Jones
Excerpt:
I
died because of a bad manicure. It wasn’t a nasty fungal infection
from the manicurist using dirty equipment, or a cut that allowed
deadly bacteria to creep under my skin and rot me from the inside
out. I died because on impulse I let Mr. Wan of Wan Fine Lady Nail
Salon paint my nails a color called Pretty and Pink.
With
my red hair and pale skin, pink is tricky, but I trusted Mr. Wan.
When he told me, “New color, big discount for you, Lily Madison,”
I didn’t realize he actually meant, “Bad color, nobody else wants
it.”
I’ve
never been a risk taker. My idea of living on the edge was not having
an extra bottle of hand sanitizer in my purse. I knew the pink would
be a mistake, but I ignored my inner voice. I guess the smell of
acetone and the hum of the nail dryers had lulled me into such a
relaxed state that I didn’t realize how awful the color actually
looked until I drove home in the BMW my parents had given me for my
sixteenth birthday.
Pretty
and Pink was false advertising, but as I learned long ago in my ninth
grade science fair project, neither the government nor the FDA
regulates the names of nail polish colors. I didn’t have a case,
but I felt extremely upset.
I
didn’t see the ice cream truck stopped in the middle of the road. I
was staring at my nails, wishing I’d gone with my first choice,
Princesses Rule!, a frosty pale pink that would have enhanced my
natural skin tone. I glanced up just in time to narrowly avoid
hitting the truck and several small children caught in a
snow-cone-induced feeding frenzy.
It’s
funny how accidents happen in slow motion. I remember the shocked
faces of the people on the street as I swerved and flew over a small
embankment. Someone screamed, and it took me a full second to realize
the high-pitched wail came from my own mouth. I’d started screaming
the minute I’d steered away from the ice cream truck, screamed some
more as my car became an airborne missile, and continued screaming
until it landed in the deep, murky waters of Lake Eugene.
I
tried to open my door, but it refused to budge. My windows wouldn’t
roll down either. I pressed the buttons anyway, even the one on the
dashboard to turn on the radio, but none of them worked except my
hazard lights. I didn’t know I had hazard lights, although I’d
read all about them in my driver’s ed class. They blinked on and
off, illuminating the darkness around me with an eerie, red,
pulsating beacon.
I
unbuckled my seat belt and searched for something to break a window
with, but couldn’t find anything. I swung my purse at it, pounded
it with the heel of my shoe, and even tried stabbing it with my nail
file. I reached for my phone to call for help, but it was too late.
As
the car filled with water and I gasped for air, the last thing I saw
was that awful color on my nails as I scratched and clawed at the
window until my fingers bled and everything turned black. As I died,
I thought about my parents, and my friends, and all the things I
would never get to do, and the fact that Mr. Wan had just lost his
very best customer due to his own negligence. I hoped he would be
sorry. Thinking about how bad he’d feel gave me just a little peace
before I slipped away into darkness.
About
the Author:
Wende
Dikec has spent her life traveling the world, and collecting stories
wherever she visited. She writes in several romance genres, and her
books are quirky, light, and fun. Fluent in several languages and
married to a man from Istanbul, Wende is a trekkie, a book hoarder,
master of the Nespresso machine, and mother of three boys. A puppy
named Capone is the most recent addition to her family, and she blogs
about him as a way of maintaining what little sanity she has left.
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