Author: Mya O’Malley
Narrator: Emily Ember
Genre: Paranormal Mystery/ Romance
Cover Designer: Jena Brignola
Producer: The Audio Flow, LLC
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to share your home with an unearthly spirit who can’t find closure? Living on the edge of a cemetery with souls dating back to the 1700s would be enough to spook anyone, but Naomi finds it oddly romantic, and becomes inspired to write her next novel. Why not, when her muse, Maggie, calls to her from beyond her own window?
After all, the story couldn’t possibly be as complicated as Naomi’s own love life. Torn between Ryan, the mysterious and seemingly perfect man she just started dating, and Bryce, the sexy single dad who recently moved in next door, Naomi must navigate the tangled web of dating—all while trying to solve the mystery of Maggie’s death.
When things turn dangerous, Naomi quickly learns whom she can trust and, more importantly, whom she can’t. Will she be able to write Maggie’s story and finally give Maggie the peace she deserves?
Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently resides with her family.
Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. She earned her undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy.
Mya is a published writer of contemporary romance,young adult, and paranormal romance/mysteries. Presently, Mya’s novels have been published by Solstice Publishing, Clean Reads, TouchPoint Press, and Blue Tulip Publishing.
Mya spends her free time honing her skills in photography, painting, and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. Mya loves to travel; she has visited several amazing locations such as Aruba, St. Lucia, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Costa Rica, Canada, and Australia. Mya is currently working on her twelfth novel.
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Sky high cliffs, the serene Hudson River, and blue skies
surrounded them. Seagulls screeched overhead as they made their
way up the wide, winding path. Maggie jumped out of the way as
a cyclist whizzed past.
He grabbed her waist, holding her tight. “You need to watch
out for those guys. They can be relentless around here.”
Didn’t she know it. The local roads were dominated by the
cyclists in the warm weather. More than once in the past few
weeks, Maggie had to pull over to the side of the road to allow
them to pass.
“This is nice.” Maggie followed the sound of the gulls’ cries
overhead. Not a cloud in the sky.
“It is, but then again, anything would be nice with you by
“Thanks.” She snuggled her head against his shoulder for a
moment as they walked hand in hand further up the path.
Walking in a companionable silence, Maggie was happy. This
was nice, being here with him.
“Would you look at that?” He pointed up toward the edge of
the cliff. Maggie could just about make out the tiny figures of two
people. She swayed slightly. They had to be nuts to get that close
to the edge. They had to be nuts period.
“Yeah, well if you ask me, they’re crazy.”
“Crazy? How do you figure?” His eyes bore into hers.
“Going way up there? They must have a death wish.” Maggie
nearly shivered even though the temperature was mild.
He stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re
afraid of heights?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous.”
“You are, aren’t you?” His eyes lit up.
“If I’m not mistaken, it seems as if you’re deriving some kind
of sick pleasure from this,” Maggie mumbled, head down.
“No, honey. No.” He wrapped his arms around her as more
cyclists scurried by. “I didn’t mean to react that way. It’s just that
in my eyes you’re perfect. I didn’t imagine you’d have a fear in
If only he knew. She had plenty of fears, but Maggie figured
most people did.
“Really? That’s nice of you to say. Untrue, but nice.”
“Come on. Say, what’s your greatest fear? Top fear of all
Strange turn in conversation. “Where are you going with this
line of questioning?”
He blew out a hearty chuckle. “Come on, it’s all in good fun.
I’m just trying to get to know you.”
“Okay. Heights. My top fear is heights.” She wished to change
the subject but wondered what his own fears were now that the
topic was on the table.
“What about you? What are you afraid of?”
“I guess it would be drowning.” Yes, drowning was also high
on her list.
He was uncharacteristically quiet. Now would be a good time
to lighten the mood.
“Enough of this macabre talk. Back to the beautiful day before
us.” Maggie stepped away from him to spread her arms wide. His
face remained serious.
“Yes, it would be drowning.”
A dark look passed over his brown eyes. He had already
mentioned the fact.
“Okay. Can we move on? Maybe talk about something else?”
“Since you’re the one who brought it up, I guess so.”
“I didn’t…” He was the one who had pointed out the hikers
up high on the cliff.
“Yes, you actually did. But I suppose that’s neither here nor
there. I never learned how to swim, did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t.” Maggie took a step away from his reach. She
felt uncomfortable with the vibe he was creating. More than
anything, Maggie wished he would just stop talking about his
fears, her fears.
“Can you imagine that? Being raised without swimming
Maggie could almost taste the hostility that was radiating off
him. Someone had unresolved issues from his childhood, it seemed.
Now wasn’t the time to inquire about his past, though. Maggie
slipped her hands into her light sweatshirt, wondering if it was
time they should be heading back.
“It’s getting late. What do you say we head back?”
It was as if a switch had been flipped. There was no other
way to describe it. As suddenly as his mood had become dark and
brooding, he was now light and charming once more.
“What? And miss out on sharing this spectacular day with
you?” He leaned over and kissed her. Hard.
It was a bit uncomfortable, standing there in the middle of the
path, in plain view, being kissed with such intensity.
“Come.” He led her off the path and into the thick of the woods.
She had no choice but to follow.
He chuckled as he led her to a large boulder. “Here.”
He scooped her up and placed her on top of the large rock.
Following suit, he climbed up the slight incline and joined Maggie.
Kissing her again, he cupped her head in his hands. Moments
later, his hands smoothed over her body.
Maggie stiffened, pulling away. He sat back, eyes wide. “What
is it, Maggie? What the hell is the problem now?”
“I’m just not ready.”
Placing his head in his hands, he sighed dramatically. “You’re
not ready.” His laugh was sharp.