Author: Mya OâMalley
Narrator: Emily Ember
Genre: Paranormal Mystery/ Romance
Cover Designer: Jena Brignola
Producer: The Audio Flow, LLC
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to share your home with an unearthly spirit who canât find closure? Living on the edge of a cemetery with souls dating back to the 1700s would be enough to spook anyone, but Naomi finds it oddly romantic, and becomes inspired to write her next novel. Why not, when her muse, Maggie, calls to her from beyond her own window?
After all, the story couldn't possibly be as complicated as Naomi's own love life. Torn between Ryan, the mysterious and seemingly perfect man she just started dating, and Bryce, the sexy single dad who recently moved in next door, Naomi must navigate the tangled web of datingâall while trying to solve the mystery of Maggie's death.
When things turn dangerous, Naomi quickly learns whom she can trust and, more importantly, whom she canât. Will she be able to write Maggieâs story and finally give Maggie the peace she deserves?
Mya O'Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently resides with her family.
Mya's passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. She earned her undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy.
Mya is a published writer of contemporary romance,young adult, and paranormal romance/mysteries. Presently, Mya's novels have been published by Solstice Publishing, Clean Reads, TouchPoint Press, and Blue Tulip Publishing.
Mya spends her free time honing her skills in photography, painting, and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. Mya loves to travel; she has visited several amazing locations such as Aruba, St. Lucia, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Costa Rica, Canada, and Australia. Mya is currently working on her twelfth novel.
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Sky high cliffs, the serene Hudson River, and blue skies
surrounded them. Seagulls screeched overhead as they made their
way up the wide, winding path. Maggie jumped out of the way as
a cyclist whizzed past.
He grabbed her waist, holding her tight. âYou need to watch
out for those guys. They can be relentless around here.â
Didnât she know it. The local roads were dominated by the
cyclists in the warm weather. More than once in the past few
weeks, Maggie had to pull over to the side of the road to allow
them to pass.
âThis is nice.â Maggie followed the sound of the gullsâ cries
overhead. Not a cloud in the sky.
âIt is, but then again, anything would be nice with you by
âThanks.â She snuggled her head against his shoulder for a
moment as they walked hand in hand further up the path.
Walking in a companionable silence, Maggie was happy. This
was nice, being here with him.
âWould you look at that?â He pointed up toward the edge of
the cliff. Maggie could just about make out the tiny figures of two
people. She swayed slightly. They had to be nuts to get that close
to the edge. They had to be nuts period.
âYeah, well if you ask me, theyâre crazy.â
âCrazy? How do you figure?â His eyes bore into hers.
âGoing way up there? They must have a death wish.â Maggie
nearly shivered even though the temperature was mild.
He stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders. âYouâre
afraid of heights?â
âNo, donât be ridiculous.â
âYou are, arenât you?â His eyes lit up.
âIf Iâm not mistaken, it seems as if youâre deriving some kind
of sick pleasure from this,â Maggie mumbled, head down.
âNo, honey. No.â He wrapped his arms around her as more
cyclists scurried by. âI didnât mean to react that way. Itâs just that
in my eyes youâre perfect. I didnât imagine youâd have a fear in
If only he knew. She had plenty of fears, but Maggie figured
most people did.
âReally? Thatâs nice of you to say. Untrue, but nice.â
âCome on. Say, whatâs your greatest fear? Top fear of all
Strange turn in conversation. âWhere are you going with this
line of questioning?â
He blew out a hearty chuckle. âCome on, itâs all in good fun.
Iâm just trying to get to know you.â
âOkay. Heights. My top fear is heights.â She wished to change
the subject but wondered what his own fears were now that the
topic was on the table.
âWhat about you? What are you afraid of?â
âI guess it would be drowning.â Yes, drowning was also high
on her list.
He was uncharacteristically quiet. Now would be a good time
to lighten the mood.
âEnough of this macabre talk. Back to the beautiful day before
us.â Maggie stepped away from him to spread her arms wide. His
face remained serious.
âYes, it would be drowning.â
A dark look passed over his brown eyes. He had already
mentioned the fact.
âOkay. Can we move on? Maybe talk about something else?â
âSince youâre the one who brought it up, I guess so.â
âI didnâtâ¦â He was the one who had pointed out the hikers
up high on the cliff.
âYes, you actually did. But I suppose thatâs neither here nor
there. I never learned how to swim, did you know that?â
âNo, I didnât.â Maggie took a step away from his reach. She
felt uncomfortable with the vibe he was creating. More than
anything, Maggie wished he would just stop talking about his
fears, her fears.
âCan you imagine that? Being raised without swimming
Maggie could almost taste the hostility that was radiating off
him. Someone had unresolved issues from his childhood, it seemed.
Now wasnât the time to inquire about his past, though. Maggie
slipped her hands into her light sweatshirt, wondering if it was
time they should be heading back.
âItâs getting late. What do you say we head back?â
It was as if a switch had been flipped. There was no other
way to describe it. As suddenly as his mood had become dark and
brooding, he was now light and charming once more.
âWhat? And miss out on sharing this spectacular day with
you?â He leaned over and kissed her. Hard.
It was a bit uncomfortable, standing there in the middle of the
path, in plain view, being kissed with such intensity.
âCome.â He led her off the path and into the thick of the woods.
She had no choice but to follow.
He chuckled as he led her to a large boulder. âHere.â
He scooped her up and placed her on top of the large rock.
Following suit, he climbed up the slight incline and joined Maggie.
Kissing her again, he cupped her head in his hands. Moments
later, his hands smoothed over her body.
Maggie stiffened, pulling away. He sat back, eyes wide. âWhat
is it, Maggie? What the hell is the problem now?â
âIâm just not ready.â
Placing his head in his hands, he sighed dramatically. âYouâre
not ready.â His laugh was sharp.
âWhy not? Didnât I just tell you I love you?â His tone rose
Was that why he had declared his love for her? Her face must
have given away her thoughts.
âAre you kidding me? You think thatâs why I shared my
feelings with you?â He stood and paced on the boulder. âLetâs go.
Time to go.â
What had just happened here? How had everything
deteriorated in a matter of mere minutes? And how much of it
was her fault?
âNo. Donât. Sit down. Please.â Her eyes looked up at his
height, pleading for him to stay.
âI donât get you, Maggie. I have to be honest here with you.
Youâre kind of driving me crazy. Pushing my limits, you know?â
His face flushed red as he paced.
How was she pushing him? âSit, please just come back and sit
beside me.â Maggie patted the spot beside her, her lip trembling.
She didnât know why he was so upset, only that she wanted things
to return to how they were prior to this walk by the river.
âFine.â He plopped himself beside her, leaving at least a foot
Maggie reached over for him, taking his hand in hers. He
didnât move closer but didnât pull away either.
âMaggie. Youâre killing me. I love you. I freaking love you,
and I feel you not returning my feelings.â
âLet me finish. I open up to you, try to show you how much I
love you and Iâm met with a slam of the door.â His hands moved
dramatically. Maggie leaned back so that he wouldnât swipe her
as he spoke.
âNo response from you, telling me that you love me back, and
now I canât even show you how I feel.â He was upon her, grabbing
her face, his eyes intense.
It was true. She hadnât said she loved him back. She hadnât
been ready. What she definitely wasnât ready for was showing
him. The words slipped out of her mouth before she could think.