May 8, 2013
Princess Lipperman: Seeing Ghosts
Sisters Tessa and Lainey Garcia weren’t on speaking terms. But now that Tessa’s dead, her wisecracking ghost is making up for lost time.
Lainey Garcia left Texas nine years ago after her sister Tessa married the only man Lainey ever loved. So when Tessa’s house explodes, the last thing anyone expects is for her to appear to Lainey . . . as a ghost.
Formerly a part owner of the biggest vineyard in the region, Tessa’s got the goods on every fake, floozy, and two-faced liar in town. But Tessa doesn’t know who killed her, and she asks the remaining Garcia girls to uncover the truth. Setting out to fulfill their sassy sibling’s wish from beyond the grave, the sisters discover a mile-wide list of suspects who wanted Tessa dead. Learning the hard way that killers don’t like snoops, Lainey fears she’ll be the next Garcia sent to the big vineyard in the sky.
Okay, this book is loosely based on my own four sisters, one of whom died way too young. Although my sister who died is nothing like my smart ass ghost, the book does show the relationships I still have with all my sisters. My sister Theresa was two years older than me and we fought like cats and dogs growing up. The two oldest sisters were best friends as were the two younger ones. Tessie (as we called her) was a loner with her own set of friends. She didn't want any part of me, and that was okay.
It wasn't until we were both adults with children of our own that we began to get closer. A year before she died (heart attack) she told me a secret that no one else knew. I guess she wanted to get it off her chest. After she died, my younger sister badgered me into telling her over the phone one night, and I swear to God, the lights flickered. It freaked me out enough that I never repeated her secret to anyone else.
Now here comes the spooky part. After I had written Grapevine (formally titled TALK DEAD TO ME) I was guest blogging and mentioned the story I just told you. When I went to post it, the spam word was TESSE. OMG! My sister is Tessie and my ghost is Tessa. Talk about getting chills.
I was a skeptic until then, but now I am a believer that there are things that go bump in the night. I know some of you have a story like this, and I'm dying to know. Some lucky commenter will win a copy of HEARD IT THOUGH THE GRAPEVINE (US and Canada only.)