The Harpist
Michele Roger and M. M. Genet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Meant To Be Press
Date of Publication: 9-20-2018
ISBN: 9781719990943
ASIN: 1719990948
Number of pages: 91
Word Count: 46,000
Cover Artist: Joshua Roger
Book Description:
Elizabeth O’ Toole has finally gotten her life where she likes it. She plays harp for the local symphony. She shops high fashion labels at vintage stores. She’d recovered from her tragic past and she has her friends Catherine and Alan to thank. After suppressing her extra sensory perception with intense study of her harp, she finds her music is suddenly connecting with a new audience; particularly a young girl, Emma Brady, who has been murdered. With each ghostly visit, the hauntings grow more intense and more terrifying.
Investigating the case is ruggedly handsome Detective Mike Flannery. Known for his fast thinking and bravery on the force, he has his own past and reputation he’s trying to keep at bay. Coming from a rich and powerful family, he’s out to prove he can fight for justice ny being a good cop rather than moving up the ranks through nepotism. Mike and Elizabeth’s paths collide at Emma’s funeral.
The daughter of a Senator, the family wishes to the investigation done quickly and quietly. Mike can’t close the case because some of the pieces just don’t fit together. Elizabeth holds the key to the murder mystery but will be believe her and her unusual connection to the dead victim? Will she and Alan find a way for the dead to tell their stories?
A novel that spans two worlds and two time periods, this book is one part science fiction, one part paranormals mystery and all romance. Intertwined is a love story of the most unlikely couple. A killer is on the loose and both Elizabeth and Mike are on the hit list. If they work together, Mike just might solve the case before more people fall victim. But he can’t do it alone. He’ll need the help of Elizabeth as she connects her living world to that of the dead. She’ll need Mike’s protection and he’ll the talent and bravery of The Harpist.
Excerpt:
“Being a composer
is a lot like being a judge. A composer
sits at a desk and takes his or her knowledge to write some of the world’s most
beautiful music. It takes brains,
there’s no question, but in no way does it take courage. It’s always bothered me, really. How can a composer win an award for something
they’ve never played themselves as a musician?”
“Mike, on the other hand, has chosen
a job far more courageous than yours.
His knowledge of the law is played out in split second, life or death
decisions. Just like a musician who
takes the risk and walks out on to a stage to play some of the most complicated
music in the world for people who may or may not appreciate it. A cop goes out in to the public every day and
tries to protect the public by solving cases for a public who often do not
celebrate him. Unlike you, he rarely
gets credit, or added pay or press coverage.
It takes both brains and backbone to do his job.”
When she’d finished, it was Mike’s
turn to blush ever so slightly as he stared at the marble tile that met the end
of his shoe. Maureen busted out in a fit
of tipsy laughter. “You’ve lost this
one, Your Honor. Better give them what
they came here for.” A few minutes
later, Mike and Elizabeth were standing outside in the crisp, early evening
air, empty handed.
Elizabeth laughed. “It’s been a while since a set of parents
have thrown me out of my boyfriend’s house,” she said sarcastically. She reached out with her knitted, woolen
mitten and grabbed his hand. “I’m really
sorry.”
“Dear God,” Mike laughed. “For what?
You just bested one of the toughest judges in Oakland County and you’re
sorry? Besides, he’s hiding something.”
“I’m sorry for you. It must have been a terrible childhood.”
“If only I’d known you back
then. I could have hired you to be my body
guard.” They both smirked.
“Drive me home?” she asked.
“Wasn’t there something about you
buying me dinner if I stayed through your experiment?”
“I just bested your father and you
expect me to buy you dinner? I hate to
tell you this, but you’re kind of bad at this,” she teased.
“My redeeming qualities make up for
it,” Mike argued.
“Really? There’s redemption at the end of this crap
evening?”
Without answering, Mike put his hand
on the small of her back and pulled her towards him. He brushed the wisps of her hair blowing in
the crisp air. Before Elizabeth could
worry if Judge Flannery was watching from the full length window, Mike leaned
in and kissed her. She returned his
kiss; feeling the heat travel down her neck as her heart raced. They kissed until they both pulled away,
slightly breathless.
“I’ve never been much for faith and
redemption but you might just make me a believer,” Elizabeth swooned.
Mike rubbed the end of his nose near
her ear. “There’s a very strenuous
conversion process,” he teased. “I think
we might need to start tonight.”
About the Author:
Michele Roger is an author and harpist.
She is published under different pen names for her work in horror, children’s literature, non-fiction and Food and Travel.
When she isn’t writing or promoting a book, she performs as a harpist.
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