Psychic medium Olivia Emerson is young, gutsy, and out to prove she’s got what it takes to hang with the big boys. Although haunted by a past that threatens to consume her, Olivia accepts a job on a snow covered island that could make or break her career. She just needs to keep her past where it belongs- behind her. She knows this job could be her foot in the door, and hopefully the vehicle she needs to break into the business and take the next step up. The only problem; she’ll be working with him.
Paranormal investigator Sullivan Wilde has a healthy dislike for anyone claiming to hear or communicate with spirits. To him, they’re all frauds. He learned firsthand that just because you want to believe, doesn’t make it real.
When Sullivan’s forced to work with Olivia, he’s not happy about it. She exasperates him, pushes his buttons, and doesn’t have a shut off valve for that mouth of hers. He doesn’t believe in her ‘gift’, and makes no apologies for it. Yet, as much as he tries to deny it, there’s something about Olivia that gets under his skin. The moment they’re left alone on the dock of the island, devoid of living inhabitants, everything changes. Some unhappy spirits, coupled with Olivia and Sullivan’s burgeoning feelings for one another leave them with no choice but to rely on one another if they want to make it through the night. Can Sullivan and Olivia put their differences aside in order to finish the job and walk out alive?
Soul Scavengers: Wilde and the Witch
“You heard me, Ghost Man, now please, will you step away from there? You’re scaring the crap out of me!”
He grabbed a hold of one of the columns and leaned his body out over the ledge. “Come on Ollie, where’s your sense of adventure?” he teased. “WooHoo! I’m a flying Wallenda!”
“Sullivan, please! Stop it!” she begged him.
“All right,” he gave in, and set himself back over the floor, safely away from the thirty foot drop. “I didn’t know you were afraid of heights, Ollie. But here’s the thing, it wasn’t you hanging off the building, it was me.”
She whacked him in the arm once he was close enough. “It doesn’t matter! That was really stupid and irresponsible! All it takes is one little slip. What if you had fallen? What then? You’d be frigging dead!”
“At least I’d still have you to talk to,” he tormented her.
About the Author
Lisagh J. Winters is the author of Soul Scavengers, and has been writing since she was a small child. She is also an accomplished artist and loves to play the guitar. Lisagh grew up in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, and learned how to fly a Cessna 172 when she was 25 years old. She’s an avid aviation and paranormal ghost show junkie, and a dedicated earth magician.
Lisagh spent her younger years moving around a lot, and now resides in Cape Breton, Canada, with her seven cats and three dogs. She can be contacted at: