I am so excited that ASK THE GIRL by Kim Bartosch is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.
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About the Book:
Author: Kim Bartosch
Pub. Date: September 6, 2022
Publisher: Woodhall Press
Formats: Paperback, eBook, Audiobook
Pages: 110
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, Kindle, Audible, B&N, iBooks audio, Kobo, TBD, Bookshop.org
Nobody believes sixteen-year-old Lila Sadler, who was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
Nobody believes that Lila’s sister Rose is possessed by the ghost of Katy Watkins. As Rose’s health worsens each day, the only way to save her is to uncover the awful truth of Katy's death so many years ago.
And nobody knows what happened to Katy on October 31, 1925. Not even Katy. Unaware that she was murdered, Katy has wandered for a hundred years in complete ignorance, until the day she meets Rose and Lila.
Together Lila, Rose, and Katy must confront their demons to escape this hell. But will they be able to escape? Can they forgive the unforgivable?
Book Trailer:
Excerpt:
PROLOGUE
Katy
THE EARTHY AROMA of decay nestles in her nose. She
spits out a mouthful of soil. Her teeth are gritty and she grinds her jaw
as she digs in the dirt with a stick. Digging deep so the message will
remain until next time. The stick breaks.
“Damn!” She throws the stick. Her companion, a black
dog with a white star patch, sniffs the air then growls.
Katy stops. “Coyote, are they here?”
The dog whines, stands, and begins to pace. The leaves
whisper as a cool breeze passes through. High pitched screeches and the click
of gnashing teeth echo in the distance.
Coyote barks.
Katy’s heart drops in her chest. She doesn’t have much
time. She claws at the ground; her nail tears off and blood mixes with
the dirt, but she does not stop.
Coyote barks and barks and barks. Katy digs and digs
and digs.
She needs to finish. She needs to make sure the
message remains so that it will be here for her next time. So she will
find it and remember.
Coyote barks. Katy digs. The wind howls. It whips
around her. The loose dirt stings her face and eyes. Tears stream down
and she chokes back a sob.
Time freezes into silence. Nothing moves.
The wind stops.
Coyote stops barking.
Katy stops digging and looks up.
A loud thump shakes the ground, followed by a low
watery growl. The smell of rotten eggs linger. “Come, Coyote!” Katy’s foot
slips in the loose soil as she pulls herself up and runs. Coyote bolts
ahead. The creature chases her and the dog.
It flies over her message but does not disturb
the soil.
Ask the girl.
CHAPTER 1
Lila
I WAS TOLD every person experiences three deaths. The
first is when the body stops working. The second is when you’re sent to your
grave. The third is in the future, when the last person who remembers you
dies, and speaks your name no more.
My father has died twice but still lives on in my
heart. But this doesn’t comfort me.
I pressed my forehead against the cold glass as I
stared out the car window. Trees and buildings whizzed by, sending a wave
of nausea through my body. I inhaled deeply, pushing it back along with
a deep ache of loss. No more late-night movies. No more corny jokes
about how I’m not allowed to date. No more childhood home as the car
pulled onward to our new lives in Missouri with my aunt and uncle.
A furry black blur dashed out from behind a billboard
sign. “Mom, watch out!”
The car lurched as Mom and Rose jumped from my
outburst. “Lila, what is it?”
I waited for the thump, but instead only heard the
steady rhythm of tires on pavement. I whirled around, expecting to find a
flattened animal out the back window—but nothing. “Didn’t you see it?”
“See what?” Rose asked, peeking out the back. “I think it was
a cat or dog?”
“I don’t see anything.” Rose turned back around. Her
head was shaking as she nestled her earbuds into her ears. She thinks I’m
making things up, again. I know she thinks I’m being the dramatic,
unreliable older sister. The sister she can’t count on, who stirs
up trouble and starts fires. But I didn’t start the fire. No one believes me
that I didn’t do it. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I
tried to explain that to Mom and Rose, but they didn’t believe me. But
it’s been that way ever since I was diagnosed with bipolar
disorder. When people know, they treat you differently, even your
family.
“Whatever it was, I missed it,” Mom said. Her eyes met
mine in the rearview mirror. “Lila, are you okay?” “I’m fine.” She
thought I made it up too. “Sure?”
“Mom, I’m fine,” I said.
Mom held up her hands. “Okay, okay.”
The car went silent.
Rose turned up her music, blocking me out. Mom gripped
the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were white as sun-bleached
driftwood. She mumbled to herself, sighed, and clicked on the car’s
blinker. It ticked loudly, announcing our descent onto the
Parkville exit.
The car turned down Main Street, lined with old
Western-style brick buildings. Ancient homes perched on the bluffs and
cliffs above the town. On the other side, a muddy, choppy river flowed a
few hundred feet from the road.
“This place hasn’t changed much,” Mom said. Rose squirmed in
the front seat as she stared wide eyed out her window, her phone held up as
always, recording a video. “I can’t wait to do my documentary. I
found out that this town has a ghost!”
“Well, there’s a lot of history in this town. That’s
for sure.” Mom drove the car slowly up Main Street. “Too much history,”
she mumbled. Mom caught her reflection in the rearview mirror and fixed
her hair frantically. She had the same blonde hair as I did, but her eyes
were a brighter green.
Aunt Theresa and Uncle John are nice but a little different.
They’re complete opposites—my aunt, a true Midwest lady who hugs, kisses
everyone, and makes the best baked goods ever; my uncle, a rough,
tattooed, bald biker who tells long stories about his good old days.
We only saw them once a year, which was enough for me. Now I have
to figure out how to live with them.
We drove through downtown Parkville and entered a
subdivision of colonial-type homes sitting high on steep hills above the
road. Tall oaks and maple trees shaded the street and sidewalk where
families in shorts and T-shirts walked their dogs, rode bikes, and
pushed baby strollers. Eventually the houses became fewer and Mom turned
onto a small gravel road with a sign that read, “Cooper’s Inn.” The road
wound up, and our small car groaned as it climbed the steep
hillside. The trees closed in around the driveway but soon opened up to a
grand three-story Victorian home with a broad wraparound porch and four
spiraling pillars, much like Juliet’s tower.
“Wow!” Rose was gazing out of her window. The house
rested on a bluff overlooking the Missouri River, rolling hills, bluffs,
and some of the town. “I always love the view here.”
My aunt waited at the back door with a warm smile and
waved as we pulled up. Her long dark hair sprinkled with gray blew into
her face when she stepped outside. She wiped her hands on an apron
dotted with flour and dough before tucking her hair behind her ears. Mom and
Rose went to greet her, but I walked to the back of the car to get my bags
to avoid the hugs and pinched cheeks. A flash of bright light appeared
out of the corner of my eye. Near the forest, small globes of light
floated around the trees. I squinted to get a closer look.
“Yoo-hoo, Liiilaaa!” My aunt walked toward me, arms
wide open. My heart dropped and my chest tightened, bubbling up against
the urge to scream or cry uncontrollably, but I knew I had to get this
part over. So I closed my eyes and let my aunt drown me in her
arms.
It will be fine, Lila.
Relax.
Breathe.
About Kim Bartosch:
Kim is a young adult writer of
paranormal mysteries and thrillers. She is fond of ghost stories and has
experienced many hauntings during several paranormal investigations. She has contributed
many articles regarding travel, hauntings, and more on various sites. Kim has
been on several ghost hunts across the U.S. with her sister. She photographed a
ghost at the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
As an advocate for Autism and Bipolar Disorder, Kim offers her support to many charities and programs, such as Joshua Center and Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance (DBSA). Kim feels there aren’t enough programs for mental disabilities. Her goal is to give as much help to set up these organizations for success so individuals, such as her autistic son and bipolar sister, will have the support they need.
Kim is an avid member of the Society of Children Book Writers & illustrators (SCBWI.org) contributing her time to many events and conferences.
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Ends September 13th, midnight EST.
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