Here it is...... The Cover Reveal for In Your Dreams by Gina Ardito
In Your Dreams Book Description:
What sacrifice is too dear when the reward is eternal love?
Disillusioned Afterlife bounty hunter, Sean Martino, is transferred to the Probation Department, where he counsels recent suicide attempters by sending them subliminal messages while they're asleep. But he's unprepared to match wits with former child star, Isabelle Fichetti.
It's not every day a woman gets to date a dead man. Although Sean's appearance in her life isn't exactly a dream-come-true for Isabelle, she likes having him around for scintillating conversation and trips to faraway places--all while never leaving her bed. Still, after years of abuse and abandonment, and with no rosy future to look forward to, she's not about to give up on her plan to kill herself just because he asks.
After breaking the rules one too many times, Sean is cut off from all contact with Isabelle, but not before providing her with a reason to live. Now, she'll choose the path her future takes and confront her greatest fear. Alone.
Unless Sean can find a way to fight for her from the other side...
Disillusioned Afterlife bounty hunter, Sean Martino, is transferred to the Probation Department, where he counsels recent suicide attempters by sending them subliminal messages while they're asleep. But he's unprepared to match wits with former child star, Isabelle Fichetti.
It's not every day a woman gets to date a dead man. Although Sean's appearance in her life isn't exactly a dream-come-true for Isabelle, she likes having him around for scintillating conversation and trips to faraway places--all while never leaving her bed. Still, after years of abuse and abandonment, and with no rosy future to look forward to, she's not about to give up on her plan to kill herself just because he asks.
After breaking the rules one too many times, Sean is cut off from all contact with Isabelle, but not before providing her with a reason to live. Now, she'll choose the path her future takes and confront her greatest fear. Alone.
Unless Sean can find a way to fight for her from the other side...
Gina Ardito and her little author bio:
I kill houseplants. There. Now you know one of my greatest shames. I'm not boasting. I just figure that if you're reading this, you're looking for more than how wonderful life is as a writer. So here are a few more of my flaws:
I sing all the time. I sing in the car. In the shower. While I'm grocery shopping. And I headbop while I sing. When I'm not singing, I talk to myself. Just ignore me and move on. You get used to it after a while.
I don't eat my vegetables. Seriously. I'd rather have a cookie.
I'm extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb.
I can't sleep without background noise. If it's too dark and too quiet, all I have are my thoughts. And even *I* don't want to be alone with my thoughts.
Don't ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no rhythm.
Regrets. I have more than a few.
My favorite activity is sleep. I don't clock a lot of hours, but I powernap like a Persian cat and rejuvenate within ten minutes.
I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life.
My feet are always cold. Always. My husband claims it's because I'm an alien sent to Earth to destroy him. (He might be right about that.)
Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you've given me plenty of advance notice, be prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I'm climbing back into it ASAP. Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest, it's not on the list at all.
I can resist anything...except ice cream.
Since this is our first date, I figure I've revealed enough secrets for now.
But if you've read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books or stalk my website:
www.ginaardito.com
my personal blog: http://ginaardito.blogspot.com.
I sing all the time. I sing in the car. In the shower. While I'm grocery shopping. And I headbop while I sing. When I'm not singing, I talk to myself. Just ignore me and move on. You get used to it after a while.
I don't eat my vegetables. Seriously. I'd rather have a cookie.
I'm extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb.
I can't sleep without background noise. If it's too dark and too quiet, all I have are my thoughts. And even *I* don't want to be alone with my thoughts.
Don't ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no rhythm.
Regrets. I have more than a few.
My favorite activity is sleep. I don't clock a lot of hours, but I powernap like a Persian cat and rejuvenate within ten minutes.
I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life.
My feet are always cold. Always. My husband claims it's because I'm an alien sent to Earth to destroy him. (He might be right about that.)
Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you've given me plenty of advance notice, be prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I'm climbing back into it ASAP. Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest, it's not on the list at all.
I can resist anything...except ice cream.
Since this is our first date, I figure I've revealed enough secrets for now.
But if you've read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books or stalk my website:
www.ginaardito.com
my personal blog: http://ginaardito.blogspot.com.
Are you ready for your copy???? Ok, calm down......
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