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Paranormal
Date Published: 16th February 2018
Following the death of her father Cat Fletcher returns to the family home where she lived until she was 18.
But Cat's memories of the past are blurry, despite dreaming regularly about Dove Cote House.
And her home coming is far from perfect, when in the true meaning of the expression, the past comes back to haunt you, does just that.
Excerpt
“Can you tell me about the house’s history?”
Cat shook her head. “Very little I’m afraid. Only how it got its name and its reputation for being haunted.
It’s something Rob and I had talked about researching.
My parents never got round to doing it for fear of what others would say or think. They felt that it was easier to just let it go.
I had hoped to do it tomorrow, but with my husband arriving it doesn’t seem feasible now.”
“You know Cat it might be better to go to Winford Library”, Rob said.
“They have fantastic research facilities now and there is always the Museum too.”
“Well perhaps we can do that on Saturday,” James said, before adding “It’s something any number of us can do as many hands make light work. But if we can’t all go it doesn’t matter.”
Cat let out a deep sigh. “I’ll be honest I don’t know how Phil is going to react to this. Although he was good enough to tell me about the potential story, and he got suspended because of his actions. Don’t worry I’ll be there on Saturday no matter what. This is my house, where all these things have and still are happening, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it once and for all.”
“That’s the spirit if you’ll forgive my pun. Now one other thing that crossed my mind,” James said. “I’m assuming that once you have completed the research you’ll then start investigating and dealing with the spirit yourself. “
Cat nodded.
“You have some fantastic items to help you with that Cat.”
“Thanks, but it’s all down to Rob. Without his help I wouldn’t have known where to start.”
“Which reminds me,” Rob said. “Any problems if I bring my equipment over, and store it with yours?”
“None what so ever, and if you want to leave it here permanently feel free to do so.”
“Well in that case I’ll go and get it tomorrow. Fancy coming with me James? You can meet my folks.”
Cat grinned to herself as it was obvious neither man felt comfortable being around when Phil arrived.
“Good idea. I’d like to meet them very much.”
“Have you ever done a paranormal investigation like this before? “
“Yes, in fact I have on more than one occasion. I’ve been called in by investigators just in case they were dealing with something demonic.
The Church never approved when I did. I guess that all went against me in the end, but I stand by what I did and always will.
Now back to what I wanted to ask you.
Are we only dealing with the woman here, or is it both spirits? If you are happy to let the child continue residing here you can do so.”
“She’s never caused any trouble, and I guess she has become part of my life. I’m more than happy to let her stay.”
The words had hardly left Cat’s mouth, when every door in the house started opening and slamming uncontrollably.
“Okay,” Cat said loudly. “I don’t think that’s the answer I was meant to give.”
As the doors kept opening and closing, Cat, Rob and James looked on in horror as the table was dragged across the room, but more frighteningly as Cat’s books flew off the shelves and were flung at them by unseen hands. Then the curtains were pulled from their rails and cushions thrown about.
The unending banging of the doors had begun to make the house vibrate and Rob felt as if he was going to develop a violent headache because of the noise.
“For God’s sake stop this at once,” James’ clear voice shouted out.
The front door suddenly opened with a heavy thud: the bolts and locks ripped to pieces.
“Stop it please,” Cat screamed. “In the name of God just stop it.”
All activity in the house suddenly stopped as quickly as it had begun, and to Cat it felt as if she would hear a pin drop any moment it had gone so quiet.
Her eyes opened wide as she saw a dark form looming in the doorway, which slowly turned into the woman.
“Oh this isn’t good.”
James and Rob turned to look at Cat and then followed her gaze.
The spirit, which neither had seen until that moment, was drawing closer to them by the second.
The woman stood in front of James. “Get out of this house, you vile exorcist.”
The next second she was in front of Rob. Her movement that quick no one had seen it. “I’ll warn you a second time. You are to leave.”
Cat stood up tall as the spirit moved in front of her. She was staring at Cat intently, and for a moment, Cat was afraid her legs were going to give out under her. Instead she pulled herself together and stared back at the woman.
“Anything you want to say to me? Or is it only my friend’s you feel like threatening today?”
The woman raised one of her hands in Cat’s direction. “You are the biggest traitor of them all. You openly plan to get rid of me. How could you do that? How can you treat your mother this way?”
She pushed her hand towards Cat, and to everyone’s shock Cat was thrown backward violently, her head narrowly missing hitting against the window ledge.
With a high pitch shriek the spirit disappeared.
Rob and James ran to Cat to help her.
“I’m all right. Nothing feels broken and I’m lucky I didn’t bang my head.”
As she stood with the support of the others, Cat saw Phil standing in the doorway, shock registered on his face.
“Cat, in God’s name what just happened? This place looks like a bomb’s hit it!”
About the Author
Hi there. My name is Rachel Jordan
Two things I have loved from the time I was small are the paranormal and writing.
I like nothing more then curling up with a ghost story that keeps you wondering what will happen next. Or failing that watching one of my favorite paranormal films.
I did some freelance journalism many years ago, but I adore sitting down and writing stories.
Is it any wonder that I have decided to combine the two things I love the most?
"The Haunting of Dove Cote House", is my debut novel
I live in the United Kingdom.
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YA Fantasy, Horror
Date Published: 11/11/2017
In Nadia's Heart, Part One, amnesiac Nadia knew that something was wrong, so she went in search of her missing heart. What she encountered has only brought more questions: about her origins and her ties to the people of the Land of Silence. She learned that her heart was indeed removed, and that her memory was erased by an evil Voice. But why?
Now Nadia and her glowing-eyed companion, Georgeonus, must help recover the stolen hearts of the children of the Land of Silence. In Part Two, they will do battle against the evil Voice and travel to frightening places. They receive help from a powerful Witch and Wizard, and Nadia gets her heart back—but it's not at all what she expected. Can they rescue the stolen children's hearts in time?
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From Chapter VII: The Nether Regions:
“Mabel,” said Nadia, “how did you get down here? Did Georgeonus and Holofernes make it? Are they okay?”
Mabel smiled patiently, helping Nadia to step away from the table.
“Oh, I suspect they’re fine now” was her reply.
“But—”
“Come,” she said, turning. She pulled her wand from her pocket, pointed it at the cloth, and the wrap sewed itself into pants and a belted tunic.
“But—”
“We cannot linger here,” Mabel warned, turning to walk briskly.
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“No, Nadia.”
“Then where are we?”
“We are in the Otherworld. We mustn’t linger!”
Nadia did not press the matter, but followed Mabel closely, striving to keep up. She had the feeling that they were neither in the underworld nor in a canyon. She remembered the ice castle constructed by the Voice. It seemed so long ago now. In that castle, when her thoughts perceived that perhaps it was not there at all, it would come into and out of view, disappearing before her. It was the same with this canyon. This time, she perceived her own illusion. When it faded, all she could see was light.
“Take my hand, Nadia!” said Mabel urgently, in a tone which alarmed her, and in a moment Nadia’s hand found Mabel’s, which clutched hers back. Mabel’s other hand came around Nadia’s waist and drew her close, and suddenly they were being sucked through some type of funnel. It was not comfortable; it felt dangerous, and there was great pressure all around penetrating Nadia’s cells.
From Chapter IV: The Silver Witch:
They remembered that her visit had been preceded by a magick dust.
The dust came from above, the air tingled, and miniscule, silver particles glistened as they fell. It was musical, and as they breathed, they smelled fresh air like new spring, and they felt an excitement of imminent magick. She appeared suddenly, and at first no one knew where she had come from or how; she was just there on the road. She came as naturally as if she had approached them from the road. But as the magick dust settled, they realized—remembered—that the Silver Witch had dropped out of the sky.
As she stood there smiling at them, they remembered that they had looked up at the sky at a circling dot which descended. As it approached, it formed the shape of a square, floating quilt. The Witch was soon revealed to be sitting on top in black garb and hat, her silvery skin thick and rubbery. With both hands placed on diagonal corners of the quilt, she jumped off and shook the fabric out like clean laundry and parachuted down to them, the tennis sneakers on her feet ready for the road. Softly she landed, snapping the quilt upward and folding it once, twice, three times, and again and again until it was a small square deposited into one of her pockets.
From Chapter III: Fighting Back:
They headed for the road, away from the castle tumbling toward them, hoping the mountain itself would hold until they could get to the bottom. But what awaited them at the bottom was a sheet of ice, and it too could crack and send them down into the frigid deep.
She had never driven a sleigh nor a team of dogs before. The pure instinct of survival now taught her. As they rounded the rough road, more slippery now as they gathered speed, their path looked grim. Giant chunks of the castle came descending down, hitting the mountain’s jagged sides and causing avalanches of huge falling debris. The children screamed, and Nadia wanted to do the same and take refuge closer in toward the mountain, but there was nothing that would shelter them. She kept focused on the dogs in front of her, thinking only of getting to the bottom. Cascading from above came another rock, and the children held onto the sleighs, terrified. Nadia tried to turn the sleigh toward the mountain to avoid it. They swerved dangerously around the edge of the road.
Something also descended from the sky. It was a black figure, but Nadia could not even think about another potential threat as the second sleigh bore down upon them, rushing behind her. They swerved back to a straight course, barely missing the rolling boulder which crashed onto the road.
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Wendy Altshuler is a writer-producer who explores myth in new media. She writes fantasy novels and creates works in stop motion animation. Her credits include award-winning screenwriting and WGA-accredited representation. With a degree in psychology and a Master of Arts from Columbia University, Altshuler documented the work of international choreographers and wrote and produced regional programming. Her short plays have been performed at Boston Playwrights' Theatre, at regional schools and most recently, Puppet Showplace Theatre. Altshuler's young adult book series has been hailed as "emotionally moving, uplifting and wholesome," and "spirited and haunting. . .with much symbolism and beauty."
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Rogue Ethereal - Book 1
Release Date: FEBRUARY 27, 2018
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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SYNOPSIS:
I was burned at the stake when I was fourteen…
At nineteen, I was dissected by a zealot ‘physician’ who knew less than a pile of cow dung about medicine…
I was drowned in a lake when I was twenty-four…
At twenty-seven, I was stoned in a public square…
Maxima Alcado has died a hundred times in a hundred different ways, usually at the hands of the humans she tries to save. But when this centuries-old Witch helps the wrong person, things go horribly wrong.
Max might just die in a way that sticks.
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About the Author:
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, and old man of a dog.
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Living In Your Hell
Shattered Lives Series; Book 5
Publish Date: January 30, 2018
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Cover Design by: MadHat Books
Photography: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Garrett Pentecost & Daria Rottenburke
I'll give my last breath to keep her safe.
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Shelby
Having faith in human beings isn't something I grant easily. My childhood was filled with yelling, anger, and beatings so bad I feared I would die. My Papa was my savior. He saved me from the beatings and hate, filling my life with love and happiness. He made sure I got the best education possible, and I was able to follow in his footsteps. Now, being back home - with a past like mine - my nightmares are coming back. The flesh and blood kind. Charlie As a Sheriff's deputy, I've seen many things. I've had to handle some stuff that would make a saint roll over in his grave. Yet, I never give up. I wear my badge as a statement. I fight for those who can't fight for themselves. When the woman I love is put in danger, and my world starts falling into disarray, there is only one thing to do. Take a stand and fight for her - with her even. No one from her past is going to take her from me. She's my forever and I plan to do everything I can to keep her that way.
Shattered Lives Series
Genre: Dark Suspense/Thriller ~ Romantic Suspense
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~ Shatter Me Whole ~
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~Meet Barb Shuler~
I’m a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth. Best of both worlds. I have the brass sass to keep up with my Texas sized temper. Living and working in both states i’ve learned a lot about hard work, adapting to your surroundings and making the best of the path that you have been led down. My grandma Dollie once told me I would know what I was meant to do when it happened. She was right, as always.
As with most book lovers, I am an avid reader. Reading has always been a hobby - a passion, really and a way to get lost in other people’s lives, their drama and other worlds. It’s a private movie in your imagination that you get to cast and navigate through, at your own pace. Reading helps to expand the perimeters of one's mind. That is what got me into writing. Writing has been something that I have done since I was a kid. If I had paper, I was writing. Nine out of ten times it made no sense but what are words if they are not to be used to your advantage? Words are a part of us all. Why not use them, right?
During the day I work as a ‘desk jockey’ and help the residents of my county navigate themselves around our little, but not too little country town. By night I am either blogging with my best friends, doing PA work for some of my favorite authors or fighting with the voices in my head. They can be stubborn at times. It’s a blessing and I am cherishing every moment. Tomorrow is never guaranteed so I want to make sure I live the day as fully as possible. For what is my creation, can become someone else's treasure.
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