Title: A Walking Shadow
Series: Backstage Mystery #1
Author: Elizabeth Ireland
Genre: Adult Mystery
Release: February 13, 2019
Blurb:
In 1871, Lillian Nolan accepts a small role in Macbeth, and finally fulfills her dream of becoming an actress. That is until the renowned, but venomous, female star of the production is murdered onstage opening night. When her enraged spirit haunts the theater, Lillian is shocked to discover she can communicate with her. Offered a Faustian bargain in which she will be given talent and expertise way beyond her ability in exchange for uncovering the killer, Lillian can’t resist.
Her quest for the truth causes her to descend into the Underworld, the den of inequity below the streets of Chicago. What Lillian finds soon embroils her in a battle between her passion for performing and sovereignty over her own body as it all plays out in a supernatural game of good and evil.
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My Review:
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This is a great historical read with a twist of murder and mystery. I have to say that I enjoy Historical reads because I love History and this book takes you on such a ride that as your reading it you can't believe what is unfolding and you keep reading because you have to know what is going to happen next.
Lillian accepts a part in the Macbeth play and she is so excited. That is until the leading lady is murdered. It is then that Lillian's life is going to change because she can see and hear the leading lady's ghost. At first it scares her but then she is given an offer that she can't refuse so she decides to investigate and find out who the killer is.
Boy oh boy does this story take you on a roller coaster ride that will have you on the edge of seat needing to see what is going to happen next and to see if Lillian can solve the murder.
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Read the Prologue:
Excerpt:
I dreamt about Irene. As I lay sleeping, I fell into so deep a state of unconsciousness that it was almost a form of paralysis, for I felt as if I could not move a single muscle. I looked up and there she was, floating above me. She was as I had seen her last in the theater but there was such a look of fierce intensity upon her face that it scared me. She was whispering something but I could not make out what she said.
Fear coursed through every vein in my body. The dream was so real; I felt as if I could have touched her, for she was complete in every detail and appeared whole and alive. I desperately wanted to scream, but not a sound emerged from my throat. I could not move at all and I felt helpless, a prisoner of the spirit of Irene Davenport. It was not possible to look away. I wanted to wake up, but was unable to do so. My mind screamed it is only a dream, only a dream, but I could not awaken.
Then, I heard her say in the softest breath, murder. My entire body went cold, but still I could not awaken. She seemed to drift above me and then over to my right side where she stood and remained by my bedside. She whispered again.
You must avenge me.
Author Bio:
Elizabeth Ireland discovered her passion for theater early. After receiving undergraduate and graduate degrees in Theater, she accepted a teaching position in a performing arts department at a college in northern Illinois. For ten years, she taught, directed and ran front-of-house operations. American Theater History—particularly that of the 19th century—has always been of particular interest to her.
She has been a quarter-finalist and a semi-finalist for the Don and Gee Nicholl Fellowship in screenwriting sponsored by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Two of her screenplays have been optioned, but remain unproduced. Her nonfiction work, Women of Vision: Ordinary Women, Extraordinary Lives, was published in 2008. Her work has also been published in a collection of paranormal short stories, Paramourtal: Tales of Undying Love and Loving the Undead. She lives in metro Atlanta with her ever-patient husband, and two quirky dachshunds.
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