It’s been a year since Ivy’s boyfriend, Tristan, died. They’ve both moved on—Tristan to the other side of the afterlife, and Ivy to sweet, dependable Will. Now Ivy’s heading to Cape Cod, hoping to leave the horror of last summer behind. She wants nothing more than to lie on the beach, sip lemonade, and hang out with her friends.
But then a car crash ends Ivy’s life.
As she floats to the beyond, looking down on the life she’s left behind, Tristan breathes life back into her with a passionate kiss. She wakes up in the hospital, surrounded by Will and her family, but all she can think about is the love that she lost.
But memories aren’t all that’s come back from the past. And this time, Ivy’s not sure love will be enough to save her.
About the Author
Elizabeth Chandler is a pseudonym for Mary Claire Helldorfer. She is the author of the Kissed by an Angel and Dark Secrets series. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland.
Read an Excerpt
“LISTEN. IT’S SO EERIE.”
The night mist, smelling as salty as the ocean, swirled around Ivy and her best friend, Beth. The old-fashioned yard swing on which they sat creaked to a halt.
“Listen,” Dhanya said again. “It’s moaning.”
“Get a grip, Dhanya,” Kelsey replied. She was sprawled on a white Adirondack chair between the swing and the cottage doorstep, where Dhanya sat. “Haven’t you ever heard a foghorn?”
“Of course I have. But tonight it sounds so sad, like it’s—”
“Moaning . . . mourning . . . soughing . . . sighing, wailing, waiting for her lover who will never return from the sea,” Beth said, then reached in her pocket and pulled out a small notepad and pen to scribble down the foghorn’s contribution to her next romantic epic.
Kelsey threw back her head and hooted. “You haven’t changed, Beth. Even carrying around that old clicking pen. Why don’t you type on your iPhone?”
“Here?” Beth replied. “Where famous writers have scribbled on paper by the light of hurricane lamps burning whale oil, as rain mercilessly lashed their shingled shacks, and not far from their door the wild surf—”
“All right, all right,” Kelsey said, waving an impatient leg at her cousin. “I get it.”
Ivy laughed. Beth glanced sideways and laughed with her.
Since their arrival on Cape Cod four days ago, it seemed to Ivy that Beth and Will, Ivy’s boyfriend, were continually checking to see how she responded to things. Ivy suspected that she wasn’t the only one thinking about Tristan’s anniversary at the end of June. Ivy had loved Tristan more than anyone or anything in the world. Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle. But June 25 marked one year from the start of last summer’s nightmare, one year from the night that Ivy’s stepbrother, Gregory, had tried to murder her and killed Tristan instead.
“Fog is so creepy,” Dhanya went on, “the way it slowly invades a place, the way it hides things.”
It had been foggy the autumn afternoon that Gregory had died, plunging to his death from a railroad bridge. At the end, his desire to destroy Ivy had been so intense, he’d overlooked his own danger.
Now a menacing rumble caused Beth to glance over her shoulder. “Was that thunder?”
Kelsey sighed. “I wish it would storm and get it over with.”
“Where’s Will?” Beth asked Ivy, sounding worried.
“Painting,” she replied, glancing in the direction of the barn, where Will was staying.
The renovated barn—part of Seabright Inn—was only fifty yards from the girls’ cottage. Tonight, with Will as its only occupant and his window facing away from the cottage, the building appeared dark. Across the garden, the lit windows of the main house were yellow smudges in the fog.
“I hate this weather,” Kelsey said, pulling on her long auburn hair as if she could straighten it. She tossed it behind her shoulders. “I’m getting a bad case of frizz. So are you, Ivy.”
Ivy smiled and shrugged. Her hair was always a yellow tangle.
“I can’t believe Aunt Cindy didn’t put cable in the cottage,” Kelsey continued her complaint. “I’m not going to watch TV in the ‘common room’ with her hooked rugs and old china and flowers! She can’t blame me if I go into Chatham and party.”
“It’s almost midnight, and you won’t be able to see the road in front of your Jeep—not in this fog,” Dhanya told her best friend. “Will has cable in the barn,” she added.
“If he’s painting, we should leave him alone,” said Beth.
Pink flashes of lightning lit the western sky. The thunder sounded louder, closer.
Kelsey grimaced. “This kind of night isn’t good for anything but a sports bar or a sÉance.”
“A sÉance, that’s a great idea!” Dhanya replied. “I’ll get out my Ouija board.”
Ivy felt Beth shift uncomfortably in the swing. “Think I’ll pass,” Beth told them.
“Me, too,” Ivy said, seeing her friend’s uneasiness. She guessed that for Kelsey and Dhanya, communicating with spirits was a party game, but it wasn’t for Beth, who was psychic and last year had often sensed the danger Ivy was in.
“Pass? Why?” Kelsey challenged them. “Are sÉances too middle school for you Connecticut girls?”
“No. Too real,” Beth replied.
Kelsey raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
Dhanya rose to her feet. She was pretty and petite, with long, silky hair and exotic eyes that were nearly black. “I’m good at sÉances and other psychic kinds of stuff. People at school are always asking me to do Tarot readings.”
“Yeah,” Kelsey said, swinging her long, athletic legs down from the arm of the lawn chair. “Dhanya was the star of my sleepovers.” Kelsey walked over to the swing and pulled Ivy to her feet. “Come on. You, too, Beth. Don’t be a party pooper,” she told her cousin.
When Kelsey and Dhanya had entered the cottage, Ivy turned to Beth. “It’ll be okay,” she said quietly.
“I haven’t told them about last summer, about Tristan or Gregory—or anything else.”
Ivy nodded. She could imagine Kelsey’s astonishment if they told her that Tristan had come back as an angel to protect her from Gregory and that Beth had been the first to communicate with him. Ivy and Beth would never hear the end of it. “They’re just fooling around.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” Beth searched Ivy’s face, her forehead creased with concern.
When they first met, two winters earlier, Ivy had thought Beth looked like a sweet-faced owl. Beth’s face was thinner now, and her layers of feathery light brown hair had grown out and been styled in a sleek chin-length cut, but her blue eyes were still as large and round as an owl’s, especially when she worried.
Several months back, Ivy had seen through her friend’s sales pitch for spending the summer on Cape Cod. Beth and Kelsey’s aunt, recently divorced, ran her inn on a tight budget. In exchange for their work, Aunt Cindy, as they all were asked to call her, offered them a modest salary and a place to live just minutes from the ocean, a bay, salt marshes, bike trails . . . According to Beth, it was the perfect way to spend their last summer together before college. But it was a summer away from Connecticut that Beth had most wanted for Ivy, Will, and herself—Ivy knew that. Her best friend was determined to get them away from the dark memories of last summer.
“Are you coming or not?” Kelsey called back to them.
“The more we say no, the more they’ll insist,” Ivy whispered to Beth. “Just play along.”
“Coming,” Beth replied to her cousin.
They entered the shingled cottage, which had two rooms on the first floor, a living room and, directly behind it, a kitchen with a large hearth, where Kelsey was waiting for them. Ivy and Beth cleared the kitchen table, while Dhanya retrieved the Ouija board from under her bed upstairs. Kelsey searched the cupboards and drawers for candles.
“Aha!” She held up a package of six dark red tea lights that smelled like cranberry.
“We should use white candles,” Beth advised. “White attracts good spirits. I’ll get some from the inn.”
“No, these will do,” Kelsey said stubbornly.
Dhanya set the board and planchette on the table.
“Sit down,” Kelsey commanded, while she arranged the candles in a circle around the board.
Ivy gazed across the table at Beth and smiled, hoping to ease the tension she saw in her friend’s rigid shoulders. Beth shook her head, then frowned at the board between them.
The three rows of the alphabet, the row of numbers, and at the bottom, the words GOOD BYE were turned so that Dhanya could most easily read them. The word YES was blazoned on the corner close to Ivy, NO on the corner by Beth.
“Try not to set yourselves on fire, girls,” Kelsey said, closing the cottage’s back door to cut the draft. She lit the votives, then extinguished the lights in the living room and kitchen, and sat down across from Dhanya. “So who are we calling back?” she asked. “Who died recently—someone famous, someone wicked—any good ideas?”
“How about that girl from Providence who was murdered a few months back?” Dhanya suggested.
“Which girl?” Kelsey asked.
“You remember—the one strangled by her old boyfriend. Caitlin? Karen?”
“Corinne, I think.” Kelsey nodded her approval of the suggestion. “Love, jealousy, and murder—you can’t beat that.”
“You should know the person you are contacting,” Beth advised. “You should be certain of the name and, most important, be sure that your contact is a benevolent spirit.”
Kelsey rolled her eyes. “Everyone’s an expert.”
Beth pressed on: “With a Ouija board, you’re doing more than just chatting with a spirit; you’re opening a portal for that spirit to enter our world.”
Dhanya flicked away the idea with a toss of her hand. “In my experience, you are more successful when you open communication with whatever spirit is available and willing. Please join hands,” she instructed, “left on top of right.”
Beth reluctantly followed instructions, then Dhanya rolled back her head and chanted, “Wandering spirit, grace us with your presence. You have seen what we cannot see, have heard what we cannot hear. We humbly ask of you—”
“This sounds like church,” Kelsey interrupted. “We’re going to end up with the Virgin Mary.”
“Actually,” Beth said, “before starting, we should all say a prayer for our protection.”
“A prayer to who, Beth?” Kelsey replied. “That angel statue between your and Ivy’s bed?”
“I don’t pray to statues,” Beth responded sharply, then added in a gentler voice, “to whichever angel or guardian you want.”
“It’s not necessary,” Dhanya insisted. “We’re sitting in a circle—that will protect us.”
Beth pursed her lips and shook her head. When she closed her eyes as if praying, Ivy silently said her own prayer. Ivy told herself that Kelsey’s obvious disbelief would prohibit anything beyond the five senses from occurring, but she was starting to have misgivings.
“Place your middle and index fingers on the planchette,” Dhanya told them. “Spirit, we are inviting you to join us tonight. We have many questions for you and welcome your insights. Please let us know you are present.” To the others she said, “We will wait quietly.”
They waited. And waited. Ivy could hear Kelsey tapping her foot under the table.
“All right,” Dhanya said. “We will move the planchette in a slow circle around the board. That helps the spirit gather the energy needed to communicate.”
They moved the triangular piece in a clockwise motion, skirting the alphabet and numbers.
“Not too fast, Kelsey,” Dhanya said.
Around and around they went, with circles as smooth and steady as the foghorn’s moan. Suddenly the planchette stopped. It felt as if it had caught on something. Ivy glanced up at the same time as Beth, Dhanya, and Kelsey did. Their eyes met above the board.
“No pushing,” Dhanya advised softly. “Let the spirit take over. Let the spirit guide.”
The planchette started to move again. It felt strong, as if it were pulling Ivy’s fingers with it. Ivy studied Kelsey’s and Dhanya’s hands, searching for a flexed tendon, or tensed finger—some tiny sign that one of them was moving the planchette. It was making a circle again; it was circling backward, she realized.
Ivy’s eyes rose to the faces around her. Kelsey’s hazel eyes sparkled, more with surprise than mischief, it seemed. Dhanya’s eyes were lowered; she was biting her lip. In the flickering candlelight, Beth looked pale.
The planchette made another counterclockwise circle. And another. Ivy counted the circles—six.
“We have to end this,” Beth said, leaning forward.
The planchette moved faster.
“End it,” Beth said, her voice rising sharply. Outside it was growing windy—Ivy could hear it in the chimney.
“End it now,” Beth shouted. “Move it to ‘Good Bye.’”
“Move the planchette to ‘Good Bye’!”
But it felt as if some strong, inexorable will wouldn’t allow them to. The planchette moved faster, still circling counterclockwise, as if the force would bore a hole through the board. Dhanya’s eyes grew wide with fear. Kelsey swore. The tips of Ivy’s fingers, where she touched the planchette, felt like they were on fire.
“It’s making a portal. We have to—”
Beth’s words were interrupted by a clap of thunder and flash of light. The front door banged open and closed. Glass shattered.
Beth’s mouth stretched open in a silent scream. Kelsey rose halfway to her feet, her hands still on the planchette. Dhanya pulled back, cringing in her chair. Ivy saw the three girls frozen in a second flash of blue light.
“Angels! Angels, protect us,” she prayed, hoping the prayer was not too late.
© 2011 Alloy Entertainment
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
After i read the first three ( which were absolutly amazing ) i was sooooo sad because i didnt want the series to end! Then one day i was at b&n and i saw this book and i was like OHMYGOD.! A FOURTH BOOK?!?! It was sososososoo good and there better be a 5th because the way the last one ended left me begging for more(:
I always loved elizabeth chandler and she did it again. Another amazing book. We both should live forver so she can rite books and i could read them. I hope she keeps writing till the end of time. BEST AUTHOR EVER!!!!!!!
This book is amazing. I think its a good book for all ages!!!" Get it. GO ELIZABETH CHANDLER!!!!! BYe
I loved all of the kissed by an angel books.I hope they make more.5 stars totally.I would definetly recommend this book.
Yet another fabulous novel . She always leaves you starving for more! A highly recommended read. ONE OF THE BEST SERIES OF NOVELS I'VE EVER READ.
I think this book deserves 4 stars. Why? Because at first I thought it was going to be boring. I am so glad that I read the whole thing because now I am anticipating the next one in March!!! It leaves you in a cliff hanger at the end. I can honestly say that the first 20-something chapers are kind of a blahh. But I think the last 4 chapters had me biting my nails off. I am going to be completly honest, when the book was finally over I literally threw the book across the room because I was mad! Mad because it didnt go on! This book is amazing(: I recommend it!
The book is what I would call a 'filler'. Evercrossed was a good read and it had some major twists to it, but sometimes the book could get predictable. Ivy is still hung up on Tristan and it gets a little tiersome, but thats the whole point of 'Kissed by an Angel'. It ends in a point that implies another book is to follow. Overall a good read and peopel who enjoy the series will like it.
Although this book was AMAZING!!!! It made me mad that will had been such a jerk and that tristin is stuck inside a murderers body! I really hope she makes a new one i cant wait to see how it all ends up!!!!!!
I loved the first kissed by an angel! And i just had to read it. Its not too long, but amazing cliff hanger! They have to make another or i'll loose it!!! This is a must read. I was like yelling at the book and getting into it. I love guy luke aka Tristan. But i was so mad that will didnt i thought he was just being a jerk. And the ending with Beth!!! Ahhh cant wait for another!!!!
This story isnt living up to the expectations of the first one. It should've just stayed the way it ended in the first book. I love her as an author but I'm disappointed in this book so far. I'm having a hard time wanting to finish it so far. It's just so... ugh predictable and a bit whiny.
First off, I half to be honest. I would not have read this had it not been available to me through Simon and Schuster's galley grab program. I liked the previous books for the most part, but didn't feel the story needed to go any further. It's been 15 years since the first 3 books were written. Granted the version I read was the 3-1 that was released in 2008 and I have no idea of any updates and modernization occurred. But, I was surprised and how this one felt exactly the same as the previous. It's like no time has passed. Which was odd for me to read. The previous 3 didn't have a modern feel to them at all, which I was ok with because I knew their age. While, I'm glad this forth book had the same feel and the characters hadn't changed at all, I was expecting something more. I actually didn't really like Ivy much during this book. She spent so much time brooding over things that could have been. After a year, you would think things would be more in the past. I no longer bought the idea of a love than can transcend time and space. She refused to accept that her life currently was actually pretty good. Plus her friends were genuinely worried about her and she just continued to withdraw for them. I wasn't sure what to think of the idea of Tristan still watching over here. His continued presence doesn't help her move on. They both come across as very dependent people. Despite all this, I continued to read it. I wanted to know if Ivy really believed what she was trying to convince everyone else was true. I wanted to know who that mysterious guy washed up on the beach really way. Plus, I was actually really intrigued by the danger Beth kept picturing. And then...it all came crashing down with the mother of all cliffhangers. Now I'm sure I've been roped into reading another book I probably should just pass on.
It took me a while to get fully into this book. I finally understood the reason, I had not read the first three books in the series. This book could be a stand-a-lone read but I believe once I read the first three books it will make better sense. The opening line hooked me and I read it all the way through in one sitting. The book was nicely written. The characters were full of flaws instead of being so perfect. It had a few twists and turns in it that I enjoyed immensely. The ending was completely unexpected. I had to re-read the ending twice to make sure I understood it correctly because it was not what I expected to happen. This is definitely a book I will recommend to others and I will definitely need to read the first three books.
I loved this book. The plot immediately grabbed you and pulled you in. Ivy is looking forward to a great summer until a crash changed her life. She see's Tristan who give her the kiss of life. Ivy who should of been dead, is back. Now things have changed because Ivy seen Tristan knows that he is here, with her. Everyone seems to think that her brush with death made her hallucinate. She does her best to move on until she sees a strikingly beautiful blue eyes to someone who she once knew.Let me start off by saying that this book is so hard to read. If you read the first three books, you understand that the love between Ivy and Tristan is one of a kind. A love that last a life time. After losing him, Ivy moves on with Will, whom she loves. So in this book we see the relationship struggle with Ivy and Will. I admit that I rooted for Ivy and Will in the third book. Ivy had been through so much and Will took care of her. I knew that the love wasn't the same but it gave hope for Ivy that she can move on.The introduction to Guy really made me heart flutter and ache. While Ivy did her best not to hurt Will, I felt like Will deserved much better. She own him more than that. I was upset at her that she would just dropped him like that and pay attention to Guy. Now Guy was definitely a good and bad surprise. Good because he made Ivy happy. Bad because I had no idea that thing would happen like that. I was shocked and happy. But my heart ache for Will. Again, I was left with a cliff hanger which no doubtingly tick me off. Now I must want to see what happens next.
was an okay follow up to the Kissed by an Angel book. But did not love it as much. A lot of build up for nothing to happen.Spoiler:Like the other book that it ended and the sequel was a nice addition. This ends with no ending. I felt ripped of after all the build up for nothing to happen. I also hate Guy.. In the first books I loved Gregory so when you find out he is the murdered it was felt more of an impact. But this book I just can't get into Guy. Maybe that is what you are suppose to feel but have no idea since the book is not complete.
I'm getting through a stupid breakup that shouldn't have happened...we're still in love with each other but we are seperated most of the time. We're both heartbroken amd trying to reach each other, and I feel exactly like Ivy. This boy was the best at his sport, loved my siblings, and supported me in everything I did. I did the same for him. I have a pet lamb that I was supposed to sell in an auction to go to a butcher, but his family bought it from me instead, just like Tristan got Ella from Ivy. Reading these books made me ache for him, but they also helped. They give me a character to relate to. Not a sappy happy ending where everyone falls in love and ends up happy. Its so much more real for me. And I would do anything to get him back.
This book was at my school bookfair bit since it was the fourth one, there wasnt any need to buy the last book.
Hiijvff good i guess
OMG !!!!! i had to read this in a day i did not put it down ..... the suspense the book puts you through will drive you crazy, it is a must read the thrill it takes from thinking its one person and then finding out its not and then you have go through a process of elimination to come close to who you think it is and in the end believe me its the last person you would ever think of and the ending just leave on a cliff hanger
BEST BOOK I MISS TRISTIN !!!!!!!!!!
Not as great as her other books. But needed to understand her next book I assume
I liked this book alot. the only thing is it could have used a bit more details in some places but other wise perfect!!!!!!!!!