Tiger
Lily
Wende
Dikec
Genre:
YA Paranormal Romance
Publisher:
Inkspell Publishing
Date
of Publication: January 13, 2016
ISBN:
978-1-939590-59-6 (ebook)
ISBN:
1939590779 (paperback)
ASIN:
B018A6N548
Number
of pages: 156
Word
Count: 56,000
Cover
Artist: Najla Qamber
Book
Description:
Lily
Madison thought dying because of a bad manicure was the worst thing
that could happen. She was wrong.
Waking
up in the hospital and realizing she's being stalked by an entire
herd of naughty little ghosts turns her entire world upside down. She
begins to doubt her own sanity until she realizes she isn't alone. A
Goth girl, named Zoe, can see the ghosts, too.
Most
of the ghosts look like fuzzy blobs, but one is not blobby at all.
He's a very hot, very annoying dead guy named Nick. Although they
dislike each other on sight, Nick soon realizes Lily is his only
hope. With the help of Zoe and Mr. Wan, the manicurist who almost
killed her, she has only days to get Nick and the other ghosts back
where they belong or the whole world will be in terrible danger.
But
sending the ghosts back means saying goodbye to Nick forever, and
Lily isn't sure she'll ever be able to let him go.
"First
Wende Dikec grabs you with her fresh writing, then she keeps you in
the throes of her story with an incredible voice and a gifted talent
for spinning tales that will amaze and delight. I am stunned. Tiger
Lily will consume you, and before you know it you are fighting for
air yet begging for more. You've been warned!"
--NY
Times Bestselling Author Darynda Jones
Excerpt:
I died because of a
bad manicure. It wasn’t a nasty fungal infection from the
manicurist using dirty equipment, or a cut that allowed deadly
bacteria to creep under my skin and rot me from the inside out. I
died because on impulse I let Mr. Wan of Wan Fine Lady Nail Salon
paint my nails a color called Pretty and Pink.
With my red hair and
pale skin, pink is tricky, but I trusted Mr. Wan. When he told me,
“New color, big discount for you, Lily Madison,” I didn’t
realize he actually meant, “Bad color, nobody else wants it.”
I’ve never been a
risk taker. My idea of living on the edge was not having an extra
bottle of hand sanitizer in my purse. I knew the pink would be a
mistake, but I ignored my inner voice. I guess the smell of acetone
and the hum of the nail dryers had lulled me into such a relaxed
state that I didn’t realize how awful the color actually looked
until I drove home in the BMW my parents had given me for my
sixteenth birthday.
Pretty and Pink was
false advertising, but as I learned long ago in my ninth grade
science fair project, neither the government nor the FDA regulates
the names of nail polish colors. I didn’t have a case, but I felt
extremely upset.
I didn’t see the
ice cream truck stopped in the middle of the road. I was staring at
my nails, wishing I’d gone with my first choice, Princesses Rule!,
a frosty pale pink that would have enhanced my natural skin tone. I
glanced up just in time to narrowly avoid hitting the truck and
several small children caught in a snow-cone-induced feeding frenzy.
It’s funny how
accidents happen in slow motion. I remember the shocked faces of the
people on the street as I swerved and flew over a small embankment.
Someone screamed, and it took me a full second to realize the
high-pitched wail came from my own mouth. I’d started screaming the
minute I’d steered away from the ice cream truck, screamed some
more as my car became an airborne missile, and continued screaming
until it landed in the deep, murky waters of Lake Eugene.
I tried to open my
door, but it refused to budge. My windows wouldn’t roll down
either. I pressed the buttons anyway, even the one on the dashboard
to turn on the radio, but none of them worked except my hazard
lights. I didn’t know I had hazard lights, although I’d read all
about them in my driver’s ed class. They blinked on and off,
illuminating the darkness around me with an eerie, red, pulsating
beacon.
I unbuckled my seat
belt and searched for something to break a window with, but couldn’t
find anything. I swung my purse at it, pounded it with the heel of my
shoe, and even tried stabbing it with my nail file. I reached for my
phone to call for help, but it was too late.
As the car filled
with water and I gasped for air, the last thing I saw was that awful
color on my nails as I scratched and clawed at the window until my
fingers bled and everything turned black. As I died, I thought about
my parents, and my friends, and all the things I would never get to
do, and the fact that Mr. Wan had just lost his very best customer
due to his own negligence. I hoped he would be sorry. Thinking about
how bad he’d feel gave me just a little peace before I slipped away
into darkness.
My Review
Lily
died in a watery car crash. But when she was resuscitated, she
brought back some unwanted guests. Now she has to figure out how to
send them back before the worst one, the soul reaper comes for her.
She also has to save the mysterious boy that only she can see. He
claims he isn’t dead, but Lily isn’t so sure. Her adventures
include some visits to Mr Lin at her favorite nail salon, some magic
powder and some black leather.
I
often get pulled into the stories I read pretty quickly, but this one
hooked me and didn’t let go. her mysterious boy, strange black
blobs and new goth girl friend were very interesting to read about.
It was fun getting lost in her world and being right there are she
figured out how to save the souls.
I
give Tiger Lily 4 stars.
About
the Author:
Wende
Dikec has spent her life traveling the world, and collecting stories
wherever she visited. She writes in several romance genres, and her
books are quirky, light, and fun. Fluent in several languages and
married to a man from Istanbul, Wende is a trekkie, a book hoarder,
master of the Nespresso machine, and mother of three boys. A puppy
named Capone is the most recent addition to her family, and she blogs
about him as a way of maintaining what little sanity she has left.
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