A Young Adult, Fantasy Adventure by B J MEARS

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The Haunting of Tyler May: Book One of the Tyler May Series

Tyler May, a teenage girl from Watford, discovers a magical artefact and is thrown into a world of ghosts and spies as she battles to find the truth behind the mystery. But who is haunting who? A stunning ghost story with a difference, the series is now complete with the arrival of DAWN OF THE SISTER, the sixth and final instalment.

Read The Haunting of Tyler May now to find out why it’s receiving five star rave reviews! Here’s an extract from the beginning of Chapter One.

The Bag

Tyler May stared at the bag.  It looked just like hers, was identical in every way: blue canvas, black edging, black straps.  Except that it was not her bag.  She checked the name tag a third time, still not believing what she read.
She sounded the name aloud as though that might help it sink in.
“Lucy Denby.”
Taking the wrong bag home from school was not the only strange thing to have happened that day.  She’d had a notion ever since leaving the school gates that someone was watching her.  It intensified as she walked home printing perfect, crisp shoe prints on the snowy path.  It was Friday the twelfth of December and it had already grown dark when school had finished.  Her walk home had felt creepy, but a man had followed her.  She was sure of it.  The small hairs on the back of her neck stood up at the recollection.  The feeling was still with her, an intangible gremlin clinging.  She searched from her bedroom window but could see no one on the lamp lit road outside her house.
Tyler checked her watch.
9:15 p.m.
It would soon be bedtime, though she didn’t feel like sleeping.  She had a project to do this weekend but it was in her bag, along with her lists.  The bag she no longer had…
She considered looking in the bag.  She lifted the flap, peered at the toggled drawstring, but then gave up on the idea.  It felt wrong.  It wasn’t her bag.  It wasn’t her stuff.  It was Lucy Denby’s.  There was nothing else for it.  She would have to forget about the homework until Monday when she could confess to her mistake and apologize for taking the wrong bag; apologize for not being able to do her work.  But the problem was she had made no mistake.  The more she went over it in her head, the more certain she became.  She had taken the bag from her peg, the peg with her name on it.  With her coat and scarf on it.  If it wasn’t her peg then why had she collected the right coat and scarf?  She looked at the label on her coat.
Tyler May
Tyler picked up the book she was halfway through and tried to forget about the bag, her homework and the man.  She planned to make a new list for Saturday in the morning.  Today’s list was gone, infuriatingly beyond reach.

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