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PNR Author Maya Preisler: The 10 best things about dating the dead

If I dated a ghost: The 10 best things about dating the dead
Or why ghost boyfriends are better than the living ones.

10. No farting, snoring, or burping. Or any other gross guy stuff, for that matter.

9. They never chase you out of bed by being too hot or sticking their cold feet in uncomfortable places.

8. You can sprawl out and take over the whole bed AND still get cuddles. And never have to worry about blanket stealing.

7. No nursing skills required. You don’t have to play mom to a man-baby with the sniffles, because dead men never get sick.

6. They don’t leave any messes for you to clean up; no stinking socks, no piles of junk, no dirty dishes.

5. You always get to pick the movie. And have the last bite of popcorn, too. And dates are cheaper when you’re only paying for one. Theaters don’t charge tickets for dead men.

4. Unlike the living, the dead don’t become dead-beats. They don’t quit their jobs and expect you to support them.

3. Fidelity. It’s not like dead men can cheat on you easily because it’s not exactly like anyone else can see them.

2. No pregnancy scares. No discussions over who brought the protection, no awkward fumbling around trying to open the damn thing.

1. You can turn your experience into a novel and convince everyone you have a brilliant imagination.

by Maya Preisler
February 2, 2020
203 pages
Publisher: Mocha Memoirs Press
What if your thoughts really do determine your reality and true love is stronger than death?

Kara Riordan was fifteen when she met her soulmate. Unfortunately, he was already dead. Convinced their relationship was a product of her imagination, she moved on. Twenty years later, she is still haunted by the memories of a love she cannot forget. Determined to find peace of mind and uncover the reason a dead man was her destiny, Kara embarks on a journey which will require her to confront her past, her inner demons, and the gods themselves.

Published by Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC
Copyright Maya Preisler ©2020

A wise man once said that love teaches you about yourself. Of course, he was right. Love taught me how to feel, how to be happy, how to communicate. Love taught me to live in mindful appreciation of each moment. Love taught me I was someone worth loving, that I was capable of more than I had ever imagined. Love taught me how to value myself.

In the beginning, I thought I had been cursed by a cruel universe intent on savouring my suffering. I thought love was a punishment for some past crime and my circumstances doomed me to trauma. I thought I was a victim. The most important lesson I learned from love was that life is a result of how you see the universe, not how the universe sees you. Love taught me to reclaim my power. Love taught me I was a hero. In following my heart, I learned to reshape my perspective, my life, and — ultimately — the world.

This is the story of how love saved my life.

3 The Laws of Entanglement
MY SOULMATE WAS ALREADY DEAD the first time we met. My sister had specifically warned me away from falling in love with him, but forbidden fruit has always promised to be much sweeter. Her warning only served to make him more appealing. I was riveted by the record of his life, drawn inexorably to the timeless wisdom he possessed.

He knew cosmic truths I did not, and this gnostic thirst gave me the courage to seek him.

Uncertain in my womanhood, I knew my worth as a student. Surely he would take me as a pupil.

I undertook my journey with great care, endeavouring to ensure my safety having taken the necessary precautions. Going astral allowed me to take my shields and protections with me, leaving my body guarded and anchored for safekeeping. Honestly, astral projection helps me focus. If you are going to bargain with the dead, you must be in control.

I sat cross-legged on a worn, wooden floor. Incense filled the air, sweet rich coils
snaking around folding screens partitioning off the rest of the room. Raven sat across
from me, his effortless posture proclaiming he was far more comfortable with the pose.
While my knees and thighs stuck up awkwardly from the floor at acute angles, his knees
gently hugged the floor with his feet folded beneath him. I slouched, shoulders rounded
in a self-conscious attempt to disguise my breasts. He sat straight and tall, his broad
shoulders forming a strong horizontal line.

I couldn’t help but stare in ardent appreciation. He possessed a form made to be
worshipped; lips to be kissed, strong sculpted shoulders for holding, hazel-green eyes with the power to hypnotize. His perfect posture and poise reminded me of a serene,
meditating Buddha statue, the black of his outfit somber against his tawny beige skin. I
tried not to panic; social skills were not my strong suit, and I struggled when faced with
such a sublime specimen. His death was a shame.

The palms of my small hands were sweaty, my stomach contorting in acrobatic somersaults. Physical sensations are often a component of the astral experience. All sensations arise in the mind. Your mind does not differentiate between sensory data collected in the realm of the living and data collected elsewhere. All mortal experience is the result of extended hallucinations, a complex audio-visual projection originating in experience.
Heart pounding, pulse racing, I struggled to breathe, crushed by rising pressure.
In my room, talking to him had seemed so easy. Confronted with him here, I was suddenly terrified by the inescapable sensation we were tethered together by an invisible force. The gravitational pull was a tangible and indisputable law of physics, paralyzing in its implications. This encounter had already changed me, and I was only beginning to realize the scope of those changes.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me.

A palpable current arced up from my lips over the crest of my skull, running down my back in droplets as goosebumps blossomed on my skin. My entire being was a single electron jumping into a higher energy orbit. For a moment, I existed beyond all space and time. My awareness narrowed to the singularity of his kiss, surpassing conscious thought. I was no longer certain my stomach was part of my body, having rapidly ascended from the floorless abyss to this new, precarious height. I was still sitting stunned when he apologized.

“I’m sorry.” An expression of earnest worry drew down his thick dark brows, causing wrinkles to form on his high forehead.

I couldn’t comprehend his reasoning. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I should have asked first.” His face was the picture of innocence, eyes wide with regret, devoid of guile. I found his unguarded integrity even more appealing than his
chiselled face and sculpted body.

“I’ll forgive you, if you do it again.” Emboldened by the first kiss, I wanted
another. The mysterious force drawing me to him demanded more. This craving was an
irrational compulsion unlike anything I had ever known. My urge to explore these
sensations passed beyond the limits of desire and far into the realms of need. I was a
being of electricity — a subatomic particle accelerating vibrationally; a ringing sound
filled my ears and the rich, heady scent of incense filled my nose. His hair was soft and
curly in my hands. When we kissed, he tipped my chin with his hand, as though I were a
precious flower. I don’t remember what we spoke of that day; only the wonder of our
shared connection and the hours we spent simply holding hands remains. Our first kiss
is a memory I visit often; one I keep in a vault for rainy days when all seems lost.

Of all the things you might be prepared for a spirit to do, nothing prepares you for them falling in love with you.

**The author reserves all moral rights. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. If you purchased the eBook version of this work, please note that eBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement of the copyright of this work.

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Maya Preisler

About the Author:
Maya Preisler has been creating art and telling stories since she was old enough to hold a pen, writing and illustrating her first science fiction novel at age eight. Her art has been featured on book covers, convention badges and in numerous art shows. She recently published her first novel: The Laws of Entanglement. She currently works as the social media and marketing person for Mocha Memoirs Press.  Learn more at and

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