When Alice is diagnosed with terminal cancer, her daughter suggests they make a bucket list. They come up with thirteen experiences they want to enjoy together while Alice is still healthy enough to travel. Unfortunately, their plane crashes while they’re trying to cross off number three. Now, mother and daughter are stuck in the underworld together, unable to move on to their ultimate destiny until they finish the list, but finding an Irish Pub near the Fields of Asphodel, or swimming naked in the ocean while being pursued by bloodthirsty Aztecs and a smitten Egyptian god is even harder than it sounds.
When everything they ever thought they knew is challenged, will their faith be strong enough to carry them through to their final reward?
When Elizabeth Comiskey sent a hundred word pitch to me, I was desperate for more. I would have quite happily jumped onto a plane to Michigan to find her and pry the manuscript out of her hands had it actually been finished (and I’d actually had enough money for that kind of lavish trip). So, when she told me that it was finished and asked me to do the cover reveal for it, I jumped at the chance. My only condition: I wanted a sneak peek too! So, without further ado (because, let’s face it, I’m just as desperate to get my hands on this book as you will be once you’ve finished this post), here’s a teaser from List of Thirteen!
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Maybe this was Heaven after all. No one was bleeding, or screaming, or catatonic, or trying to hurt them. An apparently endless supply of food awaited them. The music was amusing. For the first time since she’d landed in the afterlife, she was neither freezing nor roasting.
The girl returned and dropped a key on their table. “Yer in room one thirteen. Ye’ll find it at the top o’ the stairs on the left.”
“We can’t stay here,” Alice whispered across the table, hoping Claire would convince her they could.
“We can for a while. Until we’re ready to move on. That’s what that woman told us.”
Alice relaxed back into her chair and took another long drink. Thank God. The music changed to something sweet and nostalgic. “Claire?”
“Mmm?” Claire made noise around the food in her mouth.
“I’m sorry you died. You had such great plans.”
Claire’s eyes turned watery and she looked away. A frown creased her brow. “What do you think’s going on over there?”
Alice glanced over her shoulder and saw an exotic-looking entourage surrounding a table close to the bar. Several folks stood around watching. “I’m sure I don’t know,” she said. “Looks like someone important?”
“‘im?” The barmaid had returned and was topping off their beers. “‘e’s a right scum bastard. Nergal’s ‘is name. Suckers the new comers inta high stakes cards. Never saw ‘im lose. Ye want more grub?”
Alice was a surprised to see that her bowl was empty. “Yes, please.”
The girl nodded. “I’ll bring ye some whiskey as well. Looks like ye had a right rough journey.”
“No. Thank you, but I…”
The girl was gone into the crowd.
“Afraid you’ll get drunk again?” Claire teased.
“I promised God, while I knelt before the throne, that I would never, ever get that drunk again.”
Claire laughed. “Me too. But I didn’t promise not to get a little bit drunk. And she’s right. It’s been a hell of a journey.”
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