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Love Is Death
The Afterdeath Book 1
by L.P. Masters
Genre: YA Paranormal
Gina’s plan for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea. Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife… love is death.
Born and raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project. She has participated in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since 2010. Writing isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband and two wonderful daughters.
I turned to Keller. “What?”
“I expect to see that book today.”
“I’ve already told you, I have to do a few jobs for the Chinaman first. It’s―”
“Expensive. I know. You told me that.” He nodded toward my back. “But that’s the freaking Soul Cleaver. You went to Canada with a newbie and got Soul Cleaver, and I am willing to pay him any amount of money. There’s no way that book is―”
“This isn’t about money,” I interrupted. “You really think the Chinaman needs money? He wants items. The kinds of things no other scavenger can get but me. If you want your book, then you wait until I’ve completed all my missions.”
“You tell him to give me that book today or I―”
“You can tell him whatever you want to. If you’re so desperate for the book, why don’t you buy it yourself?”
He didn’t answer.
“Too expensive, huh?” I nodded at him. “Right. So why don’t you go collect the things the Chinaman requires? Go buy it yourself.” I chuckled as I thought of what Lori would do if Keller tried to get into the warehouse. “I’ll even give you a personal escort.”
“Stop sidestepping,” Keller said. “There is no way the Chinaman can think to charge that much for my book. If he thinks it’s worth more than the Soul Cleaver, then he’s—”
“Are you accusing me of lying to you?”
“If you don’t get me that book, I’ll kill you.”
I cocked my head and pulled the sword from its scabbard. It sang like no sword I had ever owned. Keller stepped back, and the six ghosts did too. I couldn’t see the hippie since he was behind me, but no doubt he did the same. I chuckled. There was no denying that I hated the Soul Cleaver, but it did offer quite a bit of power.
“Go ahead,” I said. “Try and kill me. I’ve heard you’re an excellent swordsman. You might even beat me. But just how good are you? Think you can get out of a fight without getting a single cut?” The six other ghosts stood frozen. I glanced over my shoulder to see that the hippie had at least drawn his sword, but he kept his distance. “And it looks like you’re on your own.”
He backed another step away. I advanced two steps toward him.
“Get off my back, Keller,” I snapped. “Or have some guts and kill me now because I don’t work for you. You agreed to give me my life in exchange for your book, and that’s all I owe you.”