Seventeen-year-old Olivia Black has a rare birth defect known as Psyche Sans Soma, or PSS. Instead of a right hand made of flesh and blood, she was born with a hand made of ethereal energy.
How does Olivia handle being the girl with the ghost hand? Well, she's a little bit morbid and a whole lot snarky.
Her mother thinks her obsession with death, black clothing, and the local cemetery is a bid for attention. But when Marcus, the new guy in Olivia's calculus class, stares at her like she's a freak, Olivia doesn't like it. And when her hand goes rogue, doing things she never imagined possible, Olivia finds herself running for her life with Marcus from a group of men bent on taking the power of her hand for their own nefarious purposes.
Ghost Hand has been dowloaded over 50,000 times since it's publication in November 2012. It hangs consistently in the top 100 of Teen Scienc Fiction and Teen Paranormal/Urban Fantasy on Amazon, usually ranking in the top 3,000 overall. It has almost 200 reviews, over 100 of those five-stars.
Ghost Hand was also a a semi-finalist for the 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards in the YA category and a 2013 Cybil Award nominee.
Sales and downloads of the book have consistently climbed on Amazon, Nook, and Kobo since it's publication and I expect that to continue. I have a monthly and yearly marketing plan and invest in regular paid promotions, both online and locally.
Five minutes into my calculus test, I glanced up and caught the new guy staring.
He sat across the aisle from me, his eyes locked on my glowy, see-through right hand and the pencil that hovered between my fingers, never quite touching them.
I slowly set my pencil on my desk.
His eyes tracked my movements, still staring.
I raised my fingers and wiggled them at him in a cheesy little wave. Normally, that was enough to make people turn away and try not to notice my ghost hand. But not this guy. Instead, he looked up, straight into my eyes with this way-too-intense gaze.
God, what was his problem? So I had PSS of the right hand. Psyche Sans Soma was a rare birth defect, but most people had at least heard of it. The internet had loads of stuff about PSS, and Sixty Minutes had done a whole segment on it for Christ's sake. Besides, hadn't anyone taught him that staring was rude?
I curled my hand into a fist and flipped him off, glaring at him through my own finger.
He raised his eyebrows and finally looked away, but I didn't miss the smirk that played across his lips as he did.
Why were the hot ones always such cocky, self-absorbed douche bags?
Unfortunately, there was no denying he was good-looking. He had black hair, brown eyes, dark skin; not a tan but the kind that comes with your DNA. And he definitely had a nice body.
He glanced up from his test, caught me checking him out, and smirked even wider than before.
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Translated by Ernesto Pavan
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Author review: Very fast. Great communication. Excellent help in promoting the book to Italian bloggers and reviewers. |
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Translated by Eduardo Ferrer
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Author review: Eduardo was a pleasure to work with, very professional, kept the lines of communication open, and did a quality translation of my book. I would work with him again in a heart beat and, in fact, hope to on the next three books of my series. |
