Charlotte Perth is all about sass because her job reminds her all too well the limits of human life. She’s clairvoyant, but her gift is unique. She can only summon murdered souls and interprets the visions they send her. When she’s hired by a wealthy woman to determine the fate of her great-nephew, little does Charlotte realize this is one ghost that refuses to cross over. Detective Jonas Daire feels Charlotte is a fake, out to swindle money from his rich aunt.
When Charlotte proclaims the nephew is not only dead but has been murdered, Jonas feels especially disgusted at Charlotte’s “profession.” But when his cousin’s body is discovered in the place that she said it would be, with detailed accounts of how he died, he places her under suspicion. Jonas and Charlotte work together to find the killer. As the two grow closer together, another malevolent force won’t stop until the truth is buried…until Charlotte’s ghostly visions are her own.
Beth D. Carter
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
Charlotte can see the dead…but only those who have been murdered.
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
Charlotte is hilarious. The scenes between her and her sister, Holly, always make me laugh. There’s also an incident of burning chicken and a talking smoke detector.
How do you use magic in your book?
I had always been a fan of Ghost Whisperer, so I took that premise and changed it up a bit. Charlotte can see the dead, but only murdered spirits. Because she’d once been murdered.
Would your hero enjoy pumpkin spice lattes, candy corn, or apple bobbing?
He wouldn’t enjoy any of it. Jonas is very no-nonsense. The other hero, Nash (in book 2), however goes for it all.
What costume would your heroine wear to a halloween party?
I think Charlotte would dress as a fashion model. She loves shoes, although her frugality limits her to buying knock-offs.
What scene did you adore writing in this book?
After Charlotte tells where the body of the man she’s been hired to find, she’s taken in for “questioning” and plops down all the stuff the police need to move past her as a suspect. It’s a great first scene between her and the hero, Jonas Daire.
Is this book a spooky/scary PNR, or a cozy/snuggling with a monster PNR?
It’s more spooky, I would say. Dealing with ghosts and being able to talk to the dead.
What is your favorite monster to write?
I wrote a cryptid story that I may revisit. I enjoyed that one a lot.
If you had to pick, would you rather have fangs, claws, or wings?
Personally?…fangs. You can really scare someone with them.
Halloween’s coming. Do you do anything special to celebrate?
My son still trick-or-treats. I really enjoy those memories with him because I know they are running out (he’s now 13)
Excerpt from Otherworldly
“I’m clairvoyant,” Charlotte answered and then braced herself. Over the years she’d gotten many different responses. Some people ran laughing from the room, some blessed themselves and started quoting the bible. It was hard to gauge what Jonas Daire would do.
“What exactly does that mean?” he asked, frowning.
Charlotte sat back down in her chair. She picked up her tea cup and took a fortifying sip before replacing it. Then she leaned back and crossed her legs before looking up at Jonas.
“Clairvoyance means clear seeing, not talking. And if your cousin is dead then he may be trying to share a message the only way he can. The dead don’t talk, Mr. Daire, at least not like you and I.”
“There’s always a chance my cousin is still alive.”
“I certainly hope that’s the case,” she told him.
The man crossed his arms. “Then how do they talk, Miss Perth?”
“Some communicate like you said, through channeling or séances. But most use visions, and that’s what I can see.”
She saw derision flare back to life in his eyes. “And for a fee you’ll continue to see these visions and interpret them, right?”
“Actually, payment falls under client confidentiality,” she replied calmly. “And Mrs. Braddock-Masters has agreed to that, so I’ll not be discussing that with you.”
His lips compressed. “So, is Zach around? Or maybe my great-uncle Peter. He died about ten years ago and could be lingering around here somewhere.”
“My specialty is spirits who’ve been murdered.”
Jonas sucked in a breath and sat down next to his aunt on the sofa. “That’s not funny, Miss Perth.”
“No, it’s not.”
“You do realize I’m a homicide detective, don’t you?”
“No,” she replied. “I didn’t know.”
I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters, ones who are full of angst but where love redeems them. I push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. The perfect birthday presents are gift certificates to bookstores. And I love to hear from readers. I’m really easy to find on Facebook or Twitter.