A blast from the past today, because this excerpt is from Urban Legend, a paranormal romance I wrote in 2009. It had ghosts and serial killers and small towns and cheerleaders and teachers and mysterious drownings and nosy neighbors and women who fall in love with their older sisters’ boyfriends and police officers and funnel cakes in it. THERE IS YOUR SYNOPSIS, INTERNET.

Years ago, a series of rock slides and heavy rains had penetrated the dikes surrounding the township, and with the exception of a handful of houses that dotted the fringe above the flood line, the entire town had been erased, along with much of its two hundred years of history. The town had since been rebuilt, and the old site repurposed into a storage reservoir for the hydroelectric plant. Now Old Whistlewood was split down the middle, with a series of land trusts on one side and an industrial park on the other.

They were headed for the industrial park.

Frank held tight to Susannah as they eased down the embankment leading to the footpath. The stench of the diner was long gone but the chill remained, and the warmth of his body felt good against hers.