Dear Ms. Martindale,
When newly deceased Rebecca learns she must play matchmaker
for an entry ticket to Heaven, she’s totally up for the challenge. Armed with a
handful of enviable abilities and charged with finding true love for a pretty
college student, Alexis Beckman, Rebecca assumes her task will be fun--and
easy. That is, until the boy meant for Alexis steals her own heart instead.
At first, Rebecca thinks Michael’s tendency to turn her
insides to melted butter is a freak side effect of Alexis’s obviously growing
feelings for him. But the first time Michael and Alexis kiss, only one girl
walks away insanely jealous, and it isn’t Alexis.
Feeling cheated of life and love, Rebecca bends Heaven’s
rules to get closer to Michael. In the process, she uncovers a haunting secret:
not only was Michael’s brother killed six months earlier, but Alexis might have
unwittingly played a role in his death. Rebecca knows she holds the one card
that could tear Michael and Alexis apart, and must decide if a last chance at
love is worth breaking Alexis’s heart…and enduring the h***ish consequences of
As three fates hang in the balance, Rebecca is only certain
of one thing: nothing about her mission is as simple as she thought it would
be--especially letting go of life before death.
LIFE BEFORE DEATH is a 78,000 word paranormal romance, with
POV alternating between Rebecca and Alexis.
Thank you for your time and consideration,
LIFE BEFORE DEATH
Of all the white things I would’ve expected to see in
Heaven--brilliant white light, fluffy white clouds, angels in white robes--the
rear ends of two massive white horses weren’t on the list. Yet there they were,
swaying from side to side as they towed the carriage I sat in.
It should have struck me as odd that the man at the reins,
dressed in a red tailcoat and black top hat, grinned at me with warm
familiarity in spite of the fact that I’d never seen him before. And the fact
that I had no idea how I’d wound up in that carriage. It was as if I had materialized
from thin air, landed in this moment, and one by one, my senses became aware of
everything around me.
Every one of those senses told me I hadn’t gone to Heaven
I’d died, and that much I knew. But the white clouds and
white-winged, white-robed angels? Not a one. There was a white light, though--in
the distance, emanating from a marbled moon. It bounced against the sky in
rhythm with the carriage, causing the ocean beneath it to shimmer. Stout cliffs
formed shadowy bulges along most of the shore, topped with palm trees and more
glowing dots of light from buildings and streetlamps and cars.
Cars. Not carriages.
Fingers of chilly apprehension uncurled in my stomach, but I
forced them down. I wasn’t in Heaven, but I knew a place this beautiful
couldn’t be Hell.