I Was Murdered Last Night N/A by A.J. Gallant

Anita’s vacation in New York City ends tragically when she’s killed in Central Park, but instead of the end, it’s only the beginning.

I was murdered last night n/a

Anita’s vacation in New York City ends tragically when she’s killed in Central Park, but instead of the end, it’s only the beginning. Her soul remains at the death scene, trying hard to process what happened.

But the reality of being a ghost doesn't sit well with Anita: what is she supposed to do now?

Then, she feels a connection to Olivia Brown, the detective assigned to solve her murder. Is she supposed to help her, or is something else going on? And in the end, can Detective Brown get to the bottom of what happened in the park that fateful night?

Crime, mystery and the paranormal meet in I Was Murdered Last Night, first novel in A.J. Gallant's Olivia Brown Mysteries series.

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Police Procedural

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Paranormal

Language: English

Keywords: mystery, crime, fiction, suspense, noir, paranormal, female protagonist, american authors, police procedural novels, murder mystery novels, paranormal crime thrillers

Word Count: 57228

Sales info:

Strong sales, up-and-coming author.


Sample text:

   HER HANDS WERE TREMBLING as she saw her corpse. Anita was dead and yet here she was, examining the scene where she had taken her last breath. It doesn’t get more surreal than this. How can I be shaking if I’m dead?

    Several chickadees flew over Central Park as night’s darkness gave way to morning’s light. The foliage of the trees moved to and fro with the moderate wind, flowers commencing to reach for the morning’s rays. Chemicals from the flowers evaporated into the air producing their distinctive scents, telling the insects that pollen was indeed available. The floral display beautifying the atmosphere, calling to the bees in the area. However, one section was avoided by the birds this morning as a body was prone on the ground facing skyward.

    A translucent Anita sat on a nearby bench. She frowned at her corpse not knowing what to think. She hadn’t believed in ghosts, but now she was one. Life’s end was not the end. If a ghost couldn’t die, then that meant? Eternity? She gave her head a shake.


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