The ghosts of Addison High are waiting for you in an otherworldly romance that unfolds within its eerie halls…

When San Francisco high school student AJ Covington meets Ben Bach, a motorcycle rider with a troubled past, the two form an alliance to bring the ghosts of Addison High School to rest. As AJ’s mythical powers begin to surface, the couple finds that they share an ability to communicate with the undead as an evil entity devises a plan to destroy the school and everyone within it. The worlds of the living and the undead collide in this thrilling tale of two souls who were made for each other and the chaos that threatens to keep them apart.

14+ due to adult situations

Excerpt:

I took a long look at each door in turn. They were identical, plain wooden doors with brass doorknobs. Doorknobs that reminded me of Alice in Wonderland. Waiting in expectation like the Mad Hatter or the White Rabbit sitting at a table with hands clasped in anticipation. Waiting to reveal my Eterni-Tea. Oh, if only one could talk and tell me if there was doom lurking behind or the thing I wanted most. Life. Ben. Home. An awakening.

Ben would be behind one door. He will find a way to come for me. He is standing behind a door, and he will rescue me from this terrible place. He will take me back to life, and we will talk about how he found his way into the world of ghosts over coffee shop pastries and pumpkin lattes.

“Follow your heart to choose a door. Your heart will always guide you to the right one. To the one that houses your deepest desire. Your most fervent hope.”

Follow my heart, follow my heart. Where my deepest, darkest secret exists. Beyond which lies what I desire most.

My hand reached out to the door in the middle. I touched the cool brassy knob. A flutter of panic released in my chest as I pulled my hand away. “No.” My fingertips grazed the door on the left, then the door on the right, then the door on the left again. I rested my ear against the wood of the door on the left. Silence.

I glanced at Auroch. A small smile played about his lips. He knew.

Striding to the door on the right, I gripped the knob in my fist. I twisted my hand and pulled the door open.