Cursed Cruise

Informationen zum Autor Victoria Fulton and Faith McClaren are the award-winning coauthor duo of HORROR HOTEL and adult rom-com ELLIE IS COOL NOW. Born in Ohio and Texas, they both now live, work and write in too-sunny Los Angeles, CA. Victoria lives with her fiancé and their three cat children and co-runs a PR agency with her other bestie. Faith writes adult romance under her real name, enjoys listening to BTS, reading tarot by candlelight, and spending time with her husband and son. Klappentext The Ghost Gang is invited to record onboard a haunted cruise ship. Leseprobe Chapter 1 Chrissy A chorus of wailing cries echoes over the hills, a sound that could easily be mistaken for wind by an untrained ear, but not by me. That sound is the pain of death. The anguish of lives cut short; souls trapped in time by a grave injustice. My narration borders on melodrama. But hey, it's a living. My name is Chrissy Looper and I'm the resident psychic of the newly YouTube-famous-ish Ghost Gang. The video we're currently editing is episode 65--The Wailing Witches of Salem--and our 1.3 million subscribers are expecting it to drop tomorrow. They will rage if we don't get it to them on time; they spend the entire day leading up to a new release commenting where is it? and u still alive? until we give them what they want. It's a valid concern, since last year we did almost die filming one of our episodes at the infamous Hearst Hotel, when a serial killer (and Ghost Gang fan, yikes) stalked us all the way to downtown Los Angeles. He killed two members of the hotel staff, stabbed one of my best friends and then lured me to the roof, where he planned to kill me, too. Luckily, girl power goes beyond the grave and the slain women from his past made sure he got exactly what he deserved: to become a human-shaped stain on the sidewalk below. I shudder, remembering the feel of his cold evil lips on mine, wishing I could go back in time and not be romantically entangled with a sadistic killer. It's close to midnight in this cramped New York City hotel room, and we're going through the final cut, looking for last-minute tweaks, hoping we don't find any more so we can all finally catch some z's. I try to ignore the scratching sounds only I can hear coming from the closet, where earlier I saw the spirit of a dark-haired man slumped against the wall, hands tied behind his back and a bullet hole between his eyes. This hotel is historic (aka old as dirt and haunted as hell) with a history of mafia activity in the '70s, so mob-related deaths replay themselves over and over. I take deep breaths and try to play it cool, even though the rest of the Ghost Gang would run out of here screaming if they could see what I see. I did tell them to steer clear of the closet. They've learned not to ask me why. What the hell was that? I hear Kiki Lawrence's voice squeak out of my boyfriend Chase Montgomery's computer speakers. Kiki's on-screen persona is exactly who she is in real life: magnetic and charming and terrified of her own shadow. That was the freakiest wind I've ever heard in my life, Kiki says from where she lounges on one of the beds, her chartreuse-braided head in her girlfriend Emma Thomas's lap while they both scroll on their phones. It wasn't just wind, I say, the piercing cries of the victims--innocent men and women falsely accused of witchcraft and executed at Proctor's Ledge--still ringing in my ears. The fluffy hot-pink slipper that dangles from Kiki's dark-brown foot hits the wood floor with a loud crack. We all jump. Kiki lets out a squeak and cuddles closer to Emma, who is not mad about the proximity. Emma drapes an arm casually over Kiki's shoulder. They've been a couple since that fateful night at the Hearst Hotel when Emma was stabbed and left for dead by our st...

Autorentext

Victoria Fulton and Faith McClaren are the award-winning coauthor duo of HORROR HOTEL and adult rom-com ELLIE IS COOL NOW. Born in Ohio and Texas, they both now live, work and write in too-sunny Los Angeles, CA. Victoria lives with her fiancé and their three cat children and co-runs a PR agency with her other bestie. Faith writes adult romance under her real name, enjoys listening to BTS, reading tarot by candlelight, and spending time with her husband and son.

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From the authors of Horror Hotel, called "fast-paced and freaky" by #1 NYT bestselling author Kendare Blake, comes another addictive YA horror about a group of teen ghost hunters who are invited to travel onboard a haunted historic cruise ship.

All aboard...

After their fateful stay at the Hearst Hotel, the Ghost Gang is back with more spooks and more subscribers. They’ve been invited to record onboard the RMS Queen Anne, a transatlantic luxury ocean liner with a colorful past of violent deaths of hundreds of passengers—souls that bought a one-way ticket to the afterlife (and never disembarked).

When Chrissy, Chase, Kiki, and Emma board the ship, they have a funny feeling they’ve been sucked into a ghostly time warp—a theory that takes a frightening turn when Chrissy goes missing on the first night.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, Chrissy has been sucked into another time by a passenger who wants the Ghost Gang to know her untimely death was not an accident and the perpetrator is still alive—and on board this ship.

Leseprobe
Chapter 1

Chrissy

A chorus of wailing cries echoes over the hills, a sound that could easily be mistaken for wind by an untrained ear, but not by me.

“That sound is the pain of death. The anguish of lives cut short; souls trapped in time by a grave injustice.”

My narration borders on melodrama.

But hey, it’s a living.

My name is Chrissy Looper and I’m the resident psychic of the newly YouTube-famous-ish Ghost Gang. The video we’re currently editing is episode 65--“The Wailing Witches of Salem”--and our 1.3 million subscribers are expecting it to drop tomorrow. They will rage if we don’t get it to them on time; they spend the entire day leading up to a new release commenting “where is it?” and “u still alive?” until we give them what they want.

It’s a valid concern, since last year we did almost die filming one of our episodes at the infamous Hearst Hotel, when a serial killer (and Ghost Gang fan, yikes) stalked us all the way to downtown Los Angeles. He killed two members of the hotel staff, stabbed one of my best friends and then lured me to the roof, where he planned to kill me, too. Luckily, girl power goes beyond the grave and the slain women from his past made sure he got exactly what he deserved: to become a human-shaped stain on the sidewalk below.

I shudder, remembering the feel of his cold evil lips on mine, wishing I could go back in time and not be romantically entangled with a sadistic killer.

It’s close to midnight in this cramped New York City hotel room, and we’re going through the final cut, looking for last-minute tweaks, hoping we don’t find any more so we can all finally catch some z’s. I try to ignore the scratching sounds only I can hear coming from the closet, where earlier I saw the spirit of a dark-haired man slumped against the wall, hands tied behind his back and a bullet hole between his eyes. This hotel is “historic” (aka old as dirt and haunted as hell) with a history of mafia activity in the ’70s, so mob-related deaths replay themselves over and over. I take deep breaths and try to play it cool, even though the rest of the Ghost Gang would run out of here screaming if they could see what I see.

I did tell them to steer clear of the closet. They’ve learned not to ask me why.

“What the hell was that?” I hear Kiki Lawrence’s voice squeak out of my boyf…