Today I am so pleased to welcome Rhys Ford to Joyfully Jay. Rhys has come to talk to us about her latest release, Duck Duck Ghost (which I reviewed yesterday and LOVED). She has also brought along a fabulous giveaway! Please join me in giving Rhys a big welcome!



Hey! I am Rhys Ford… speaking to you in my own… okay that doesn’t work. Does anyone else remember Don Carnage!? He’s speaking at you in his own voice! Ah, the esoteric memories. You’ll probably want to skip this part during the next few…*coffs*…okay, over a dozen blogs as I parcel out a short tale featuring Wolf and Tristan!

Welcome to a Hellsinger Investigation!

There will be prizes and giveaways. Be sure to hit up each blog for an update on the investigation. I have brought in for this tale of ghosts and shenanigans two special prizes (well many of them…but two!). You might have seen them already; a pair of cuddly alpaca and a braided leather Wolf sigil bracelet. You’ll be able to win one or both at each stop with a Grand Prize to be given away at the end of the tour.

The giveaway for this spot is: A Pair of Alpaca, a Wolf Sigil Bracelet and any ebook from Rhys’ backlist.

Leave a comment or… if the blog is so inclined, ping their contest widget… to be entered to win!

Hellsinger Investigations
File #241

Residence: Hazel Maplethorn-Bocker
Paranormal Activity: Objects Relocating
Location: Eureka, CA

The residence is occupied by Ms. M-B and ten cats. Client is retired school-teacher and has no history of psychic or paranormal activity either personal or in residence. Residence is 1940s bungalow with no recorded deaths. Land cleared of any prior paranormal activity; formerly undeveloped acreage. No structures or causalities reported at location. Cannot discount native population or transitory inhabitants prior to establishment of city boundaries.

Team: Gidget and Matt
Consultant: Tristan Pryce


“So you’re telling me I’m dead?” Deidre’s look was long suffering as if she’d spent decades trying to reason with someone with pie-in-the-sky ideas. From Tristan’s brief experience with Hazel, he could only imagine the discussion they had over the years. “God, I need a cigarette.”

“This conversation would be so much better if I could see her,” Wolf grumbled softly. “I’m hearing voices but I don’t know where to look.”

“This really fucking pisses me off,” Deirdre ground out, shooting Wolf a filthy look. “Look, kiddo. I’m sitting right here. Don’t talk about me as if I’m not in the same damned room.”

“This is not going to work.” Wolf gestured at the room in general. “What the hell are we going to do with her anyway? Unless she’s the one poisoning Hazel—”

“What are you saying? Poisoning Hazel.” Deidre stood up and glowered. The room went dim as a bulb from an overhead light popped and a slow keening wind picked up, casting about the pulled back curtains and rattling a nearby lamp. One by one, the cats blinked out, scurrying off into the nothingness between spaces. “What’s happened to Hazel?”

“You’re not helping, Wolf, and she’s right besides you. On your left,” Tristan muttered, blocking his eyes from the gust of hot wind blasting up into his face. “Deidre, we need you to calm down. Hazel is fine.”

“But she wasn’t? When the hell did this happen? I’ve been home. Right here! How could anything happen to her? For God’s sake, we just had breakfast together and…” The ghost’s lantern jaw worked back and forth, grinding together non-existent teeth. The hot gusts stilled “And I’m dead? No, I don’t believe—”

“What was the last thing you remember, Deidre?” Wolf asked a spot to his right.

“Your other left, Kincaid,” Tristan muttered under his breath and Wolf turned around to face Deirdre.

“Hey, I’m trying here. Last time you remember having a cigarette or actually eating food? When was that?” Wolf cocked his head. “’Course I’m not one to be quizzing you. Tris here is the ghost expert. I’m just the scientist. Shit, think I can go get—”

“Just leave the machines where they are, Wolf.” He slapped Wolf lightly on the arm. “Deidre, really. Focus. What was the last thing you clearly remember doing?”

“I had breakfast with Hazel. She was…worried because I had a headache. Damned thing just wouldn’t go away. She was being pissy so I went outside to get a smoke—she doesn’t like me smoking in the house. I remember opening the door.” The ghost’s body flickered and one of the lamps began to rattle its way across a table. Deidre glanced over Tristan’s shoulder, staring out at the open windows. “It’s dark outside. It shouldn’t be… dark. I just had breakfast. Shit, I can still taste the damned scrambled eggs. She always makes them too wet because…” Deidre choked back a sob. “Because Hazel says they’ll continue to cook once they’re off the stove but they never do. The eggs are always too damned wet but I eat them because she’s made them. Oh fuck, Hazel…”

Slowly around them, the shadows began to move, long slithering shapes crawling out of the walls and furniture. They grew thick, solidifying and wrapping around Deirdre’s legs, slender feline shapes with bristling open maws and sharp yellow gazes. The room’s dim deepened and the cats fell in closer, forming a moving whirlpool around the ghost’s legs. A glow formed around the edges of their eyes, growing stronger as they moved faster and faster until suddenly they were a blur of black on shadow and as one, they began to howl, screeching out a piercing rip edged enough to puncture eardrums.

“Fuck, I see the cats.” Wolf took a step back, barely audible above the caterwauling.

“That’s not all I see,” Tristan exclaimed as something caught his eye. Pointing to one of the windows, he exclaimed. “There’s someone outside, Wolf. Right outside of this room.”

Duck Duck Ghost Promo Tour

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Smoocher’s Voice

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On Top Down Under Book Reviews

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Fiction Vixen

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Three Chicks after Dark

Sept 9
Ndulgent Bloggers

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Sept 10
Rainbow Gold Reviews

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The Blogger Girls

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The Novel Approach


Duck Duck Ghost by Rhys Ford

Paranormal investigator Wolf Kincaid knows what his foot tastes like.

Mostly because he stuck it firmly in his mouth when his lover, Tristan Pryce, accidentally drugged him with a batch of psychotropic baklava. Needing to patch things up between them, Wolf drags Tristan to San Luis Obispo, hoping Tristan’s medium ability can help evict a troublesome spirit haunting an old farmhouse.

With Wolf’s sister handling Hoxne Grange’s spectral visitors, Tristan finds himself in the unique position of being able to leave home for the first time in forever, but Wolf’s roughshod treatment is the least of his worries. Tristan’s ad-hoc portal for passing spirits seems to be getting fewer and fewer guests, and despite his concern he’s broken his home, Tristan agrees to help Wolf’s cousin, Sey, kick her poltergeist to the proverbial curb.

San Luis Obispo brings its own bushel of troubles. Tristan’s ghost whispering skill is challenged not only by a terrorizing haunting but also by Wolf’s skeptical older cousin, Cin. Bookended by a pair of aggressive Kincaids, Tristan soon finds himself in a spectral battle that threatens not only his sanity but also his relationship with Wolf, the first man he’s ever loved.

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Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.

And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.

My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press.


wolfRhys has brought some fabulous giveaways today: A pair of stuffed alpaca, a Wolf Sigil Bracelet and any ebook from Rhys’ backlist.  Just leave a comment at the end of the post to enter. The contest ends on Monday, September 15th at 11:59 pm EST.

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