Sweet Saturday Sample from My Vintage American Ghost Story Christmas Romance


Somewhere the Bells Ring is set in the gracious old Virginia homeplace, circa 1816, in the Shenandoah Valley where my father was born and raised and I grew up visiting during the holidays.  Nostalgia over the late 1960’s inspired the time period and the story opens during the tumultuous age of hippies, Vietnam, and some of the best darn rock music ever written. From 1968, the story flashes back to an earlier era, 1918 and the end of World War One.

Blurb: Caught with pot in her dorm room, Bailey Randolph is exiled to a relative’s ancestral home in Virginia to straighten herself out. Banishment to Maple Hill is dismal, until a ghost appears requesting her help. Bailey is frightened but intrigued. Then her girlhood crush, Eric Burke, arrives and suddenly Maple Hill isn’t so bad.

To Eric, wounded in Vietnam, his military career shattered, this homecoming feels no less like exile. But when he finds Bailey at Maple Hill, her fairy-like beauty gives him reason to hope–until she tells him about the ghost haunting the house. Then he wonders if her one experiment with pot has made her crazy.

As Bailey and Eric draw closer, he agrees to help her find a long-forgotten Christmas gift the ghost wants. But will the magic of Christmas be enough to make Eric believe–in Bailey and the ghost–before the Christmas bells ring?

Excerpt:

“Bailey.” He spoke softly, so as not to startle her.

She turned toward him. In her long, white nightgown, hair tumbled down around her, wearing that lost look, she bore an unnerving resemblance to the mysterious woman in Wilkie Collins’ classic mystery, The Woman in White. Eric fervently hoped the similarity ended there. As he recalled from the novel, that unfortunate lady had been unhinged.

Leaving the door ajar, he stepped inside. “We missed you at breakfast.”

She answered distractedly. “I wasn’t hungry.”

He limped to where she stood, the hitch in his leg a little less pronounced today. Maybe he was getting stronger. “Why are you here, looking for ghosts?”

“Or a door to the past.”

He tried to coax a smile to her trembling lips. “Did you check inside the wardrobe?”

“Eric, I’m being serious.”

“That’s what worries me.”

Leaning on his cane with one arm, he closed his other around her shoulders and drew her against him. Such a natural act, and she accepted his embrace without pulling back. She smelled of flowers from her perfume and wood smoke. “Mercy, child,” he said in his best imitation of Ella, “it’s as cold as a tomb in here.”

“It wasn’t last night.”~

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15 responses to “Sweet Saturday Sample from My Vintage American Ghost Story Christmas Romance

  1. I love ghost stories, and those set in the south are delicious. Nice excerpt.

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  2. Oh dear my wish list is getting longer and longer. Great and intriguing sample.

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  3. This sounds like a fantastic ghost story!

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  4. Since the sixties were my old stomping grounds, I loved your sample!
    And your photos perfectly matched the ones in my head of this scene.

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  5. I LOVE ghost stories, and this one sounds absolutely enchanting. The time, the place, and the season … wonderful!

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  6. I agree with Sherry – my wish list gets longer and longer.

    This is a great ghost story sample – I can’t wait to read more 🙂

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  7. Oh nice, a ghost story! Thanks for the sample, Beth.

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  8. Very nice. Definitely makes me want to read it.

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  9. Thanks everyone. 🙂

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