Jordan’s Shadow by Robin Johns Grant


About the Book

The Crosby family has a frightening problem. Is it psychological? Supernatural? Or something entirely unexpected?

In 1984, seventeen-year-old Rose and her fiancé discover an injured girl with no memory. The girl, Jordan, is in Rose’s life for a brief time but leaves her world shattered.

Twenty-five years later, Rose Crosby’s daughter Ginny can’t understand why her relationship with her mother has fallen apart. Ginny could swear that Rose is terrified of her lately.

Then one awful day, Ginny overhears Rose confessing that she truly is terrified of Ginny—because to her, every day Ginny grows more and more and more like Jordan, the girl who’s been dead many years. In fact, she swears that somehow, Ginny is turning into Jordan.

Is Ginny’s mom insane? Is there a ghost in their house, threatening to possess Ginny? Or is the demon in Rose’s past, forcing her to confront what happened on that horrible day in 1984 when Jordan was killed?

As a new girl in a small town, Ginny doesn’t have much of a support system. Her old girlfriends from Atlanta have drifted away, and the only friends she’s made are, strangely enough, guys. Alec Matthews is gorgeous, but is he really interested in Ginny’s well-being? And then there’s Max Ferguson, the recently-born-again science nerd. He’s definitely on Ginny’s side, but is he a little too strange?

Strengthened by a deepening relationship with one of these two, Ginny undertakes a mind-bending journey of discovery—discovery about faith, eternity, and love beyond the boundaries of space and time. She will put to rest a mystery that has haunted her family for two generations—if she can survive.

Book Excerpt

Excerpt from Chapter 1

In 1984, seventeen-year-old Rose and her fiancé discover an injured girl with no memory, and it changes her life forever…

Hunter was still focused on the girl. “Miss? Who are you? What happened?”

Slowly, she brought her hand up in front of her face. Her mouth moved, as though she was trying to speak. In spite of her fear, Rose leaned closer and managed to hear the girl say, “That light. It hurts my head.”

That’s when Rose saw she had blood on her face, too. “Hunter, I think she has a head injury.”  Rose felt a warm rush of compassion, melting her fear away in an instant. Without a second thought, she touched her fingertips to the girl’s arm and felt clammy, wet skin. “What happened to you? Did you fall in the pond?”

The girl just looked at her, but now Rose knew why. Her eyes were glassy and dazed. The skin of her arm felt cold against Rose’s fingers, even in the muggy night air. Feeling Hunter moving closer to her, Rose said, “I think she’s in shock.”

Rose remembered vague instructions from TV shows about keeping shock victims warm. In movies, someone always had a blanket handy. Unfortunately, it was May.  Rose was wearing as little clothing as Mamma would let her get away with and certainly wasn’t hauling blankets around. But it was all right. Hunter was stripping off the shirt that hung loosely over his Aerosmith tee and approaching the girl with it, like someone sneaking up on a bird with a net. She stared at him and didn’t move, so he draped it around her shoulders.

The girl pulled the covering tighter and actually spoke. “Thank you.”

He cleared his throat two or three times before he said hoarsely, “You’re welcome.”

The girl, who was taller than Rose, tilted her head and looked at Hunter. Noting the girl’s long, lean figure, Rose felt a pang of something ugly as she thought how stunning they were, standing there together, two black-haired beauties lost in each other’s gaze.

Of course, the girl had a head injury, which probably explained the dreamy trance she seemed to be in. But what was the matter with Hunter? The longer the moment stretched on, the tinier Rose felt, until she finally blurted out, “Come on. Let’s take her to the house.”

Hunter blinked, as though waking. “The house? We need to get her to the hospital.”

Rose hesitated. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He spat out the words, making her jump. “Oh for Pete’s sake, if you’re worried about your mother, I’ll take the heat for it.”

Hunter slid his arm around the girl’s waist to support her. She swayed in his embrace, so he bent and lifted her from the ground while barking orders at Rose. “Go open the car door.” She ran to obey, and he gently deposited the girl on the back seat. “You ride back there with her and look after her.”

Again, Rose did as she was told, sliding in beside the girl, even taking her hand to comfort her. The girl’s fingers lay in Rose’s, limp and icy. Then she raised the hand to her damp hair, pulled a strand forward and started wrapping it tightly around her index finger. So tightly Rose figured it must hurt, although the girl continued to do it, over and over, releasing the hair and then twisting it tight again, cutting into her finger with it.

“What’s your name?” Rose asked her. Still no answer.

Rose waited, giving the girl time to collect herself and think. But her gaze grew distant, and she started to hum some tune that seemed vaguely familiar. Jiggling her hand, Rose tried to bring her attention back. “What’s your name?”

Again that tilt of her head as she seemed to consider the question. “I don’t…I’m not sure.”

Rose never was certain that the girl was telling the truth about that. But she was sure of one thing, at that moment and in the years to come. She should never have let Hunter take her back to the pond. They certainly shouldn’t have thrown open the car doors and meddled with the night. The minute they did, the darkness that had pressed against the car windows won. It streamed inside with them, into their safe little world, and blotted out all her sunny dreams. There would be no wedding with Hunter, no cozy apartment at the University of Georgia, no blissful escape. The darkness swallowed it all.

And the darkness was in the shape of a pale-faced, raven-haired girl.

Robin croppedAbout the Author

Robin Johns Grant published her first novel, Summer’s Winter, in 2014, and her second suspense novel, Jordan’s Shadow, has just been released. Summer’s Winter won a bronze medal in the Romance – Suspense category of the International Readers’ Favorite Book Awards, and Robin was named 2014 Author of the Year by the Georgia Association of College Stores.

Family and friends are happy that Robin’s imagination is finally paying off. She’s always had way too much of it. She started making up stories before she could write them down (dictating them to her mother) and always had her head in the clouds. She was obsessed with books and movies like Harry Potter and Star Wars and did a lot of crazy fan stuff, which helped her dream up Jeanine and Jamie’s story for Summer’s Winter. It’s a romantic suspense novel, but as John Granger (author of The Deathly Hallows Lectures) said, it’s also “a romance-thriller about fandoms…and explores the important intersection of literature, spirituality, and imagination.”

As a Christian, Robin can’t help but explore spirituality in her writing, but wants to do so in a way that reflects the awe and wonder of God and eternity.

With a degree in English, several non-fulfilling jobs under her belt, and a mid-life crisis coming on, Robin returned to school and earned a master’s degree in library and information science. She now has her best day job ever as a college librarian, which keeps her young by allowing her to hang out with students.

With her wonderful husband Dave and formerly feral felines Mini Pearl and Luna, Robin lives in Georgia.  She is also surprised to find herself part owner of a pit bull named Pete, who showed up as a starving stray puppy at her mother’s house.

Keep up with Robin at these sites:

Website and blog



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