- Share with our readers a little about your book. (Remember to make it so they want to read more LOL)
As the tour group moves from the boat to the beach for an overnight campout, Dale and Leah are drawn to each other. They discover they’re each searching for ghosts, but for very different reasons. Throw in a moonlight hike, a salt pond, a bonfire …
I love a little supernatural with my romance, so I set out to give readers a contemporary, real-world story, with paranormal flair.
It’s up to you to decide if Leah’s and Dale’s ghosts are real.
- Tell us about yourself and what brought you to writing?
- Do you believe in Bigfoot?
They say write what you know, so Jessica Bayliss did. Her story, “Breathless,” was inspired by her own experience running out of air on a scuba dive—except without all the steamy romance and eerie paranormal happenings. Alas, real life. Obviously, she survived. Her genre-bending fiction holds a little something for everyone. A lover of ghost tales and horror since her days scanning VHS rental shelves--admittedly with eyes half-averted from the gory covers--a touch of the mysterious always finds a home in Jessica’s work. Romance with a dash of supernatural. Horror with a bit of humor. You get the gist. Jessica also writes across age groups and is a firm believer in the motto: there is a new reader born every day, whether young or not-so-young. Her work has been published by Leap Books in the recent young adult anthology, “Beware the Little White Rabbit,” and in Issue 31 of Sanitarium Magazine. She has more stories in her head than she knows what to do with and several pieces in the works at any given time, so be sure to keep an eye out for more from Jessica in the coming months.
A brush with death brings Leah closer to the ghosts she longs to find and throws her into the arms of the troubled scuba instructor who saves her.
Dale, an Operation Enduring Freedom Veteran, is haunted by his own restless spirits. He's on a hunt for forgiveness, and the Caribbean Sea is his hunting ground.
The peace they search for lies in the bond they never suspected they shared.
Short: I’m seventy feet below the Caribbean Sea, and I’m out of air.
He breathes with me, using his pace to slow mine. It feels like too much. The stillness. Our breath as one. His touch against my face and unyielding gaze locked onto mine. I want to escape up to safety, but he won’t let me.
All I can do is trust him.