By Mickey J. Corrigan
Genre: Psychological Thriller, Family Drama
She’s ghostwriting a book for a famous author—a recently deceased one. A struggling writer living in Manhattan, Jacy McMasters is the first to admit she’s a terrific liar and a screw-up. Then the ghost of the famous novelist JD Balinger asks her to “channel” a follow-up to his classic coming of age book The Watcher in the Sky. Along with her new boyfriend, a bear of a man who has no patience for mind games, the ghost in Jacy’s head forces her to confront a lifetime of secrets—dark secrets. Secrets she’s been keeping from herself.
Jacy is a struggling, self-destructive, author/beer girl. She happens to have a ghost in her head! A ghostwriter that is. He helps her write an amazing book…where this takes the reader is so creative!
I love Jacy. She is smart witted and very much a pain in the behind. Mainly because she has issues she has not dealt with. I delighted in figuring out what these issues were and where they were leading Jacy.
This is a novel which surprised me. I am notorious for not reading a blurb. I just gather enough information to figure out that it is not a fantasy or sci-fi and I start reading. So, I had no idea where this novel was headed. I thought at the beginning it was sort of a chick-lit but it twisted in the middle and took a serious turn. I really do not want to give anything away. I think this is what made the book for me. I didn’t know what was going on with Jacy so I didn’t expect what happened.
This is a very clever read. I enjoyed the twists this novel takes. Very original and unique!
I received this novel for a honest review from Sage Adderley.
Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan writes sexy thrillers and kooky romances. Recent books include the edgy novellas in The Hard Stuff series (Whiskey Sour Noir, Vodka Warrior, Tequila Dirty, and RealLife Rum); the thriller Sugar Babies; and the spoofy crime novelsThe Blow Off and Ex-Treme Measures. Salt Publishing will release Project XX, a crime novel, in 2017.
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When I woke up the next day, I felt awful. My eyes were swollen shut so I had to tumble out of bed and crawl through clustering dust-devils to the bathroom. I’d suffered worse hangovers after overindulging, but there was a real sharp edge to this one. When I steamed my eyes open with a hot wash cloth, I noticed it right away.
I was still hallucinating.
“You look bad, Jacy my girl,” JD said from his cross-legged perch on my wicker laundry hamper. “First thing we need to do is ease back on the hard core boozing.”
I screamed once or twice before he uncrossed his spidery limbs and said, “Don’t be a ninny. You know who I am, that I come from you. From your own deranged mind. So what’s the sense of yelling, disturbing your neighbors?”
He had a point. I calmed a little and said, “You may be an illusion, my illusion. But that does not mean you can stay in my bathroom while I shower.”
He shrugged, brushed by me on his way out. “I’ll make coffee. And when you come out, all fresh and bright-eyed, we’ll discuss how I can save you. Help dislodge you from your habitual cycle of wanton, destructive choices. No more dabbling. Time for you to shed your loser image, child. It is high time. Take my word.”