The story continues … Hattie is used to deceased husband Gary dropping in and out of her life. Best friend Cat is lapping up her new relationship with teacher Jamie, but ex-husband Stewart isn't prepared to fade into the background. Hattie's mum Rachel faces a daunting battle, and Gary still can't figure out what his mission on earth is. Will an encounter with another provide clues, or put Hattie in an impossible situation? Prepare for more laughs and tears in part two of a trilogy that takes a darkly comic look at life … and the afterlife.
Audrey is a Scottish-born former journalist, now living in Switzerland after several years in Singapore and Australia. She decided there was more to life than endless house renovations and trying to improve her appalling French so took a writing fiction course. From there, her debut chick lit novel – A Clean Sweep – was born, closely followed by freebie prequel A Clean Break. She is now working on the final part of her romantic comedy trilogy, The Haunting of Hattie Hastings.
Ghostly Gary struggles with his spirit guide, Clar
The 'fun' thing about writing a book with a supernatural twist is that there are no rules. No one can say categorically that this couldn't happen, or that would be impossible. My only limit writing this trilogy was my own – rather warped – imagination …
The Haunting of Hattie Hastings: Part Two
‘Ah, Gary, I realise you are discombobulated by the situation, but it would be indecorous of me to declaim the journey before you.’ Clarence had smiled in an inscrutable fashion, and Gary made a mental note to swipe Johnny’s school dictionary the next time he dropped by. Dammit, he still hadn’t been able to show himself to Johnny, despite his very best efforts. Which chiefly involved him screwing his face up tightly and chanting his son’s name a hundred times. He so wanted to speak to his son, and not only because Hattie had been bending his ear again about Johnny’s lack of purpose. Gary knew he hadn’t exactly left a lasting legacy behind him. Certainly, nothing that had warranted more than a few column inches in the local rag about the accident, and a brief obituary referring to him as ‘a devoted husband and father’. And he had been. His proudest achievement was his boy, although he gave all due credit to Hattie for enduring swollen ankles, morning sickness that lasted for weeks and haemorrhoids. Gary could have happily lived without knowing about that unfortunate side effect.