I'm
excited to bring my readers a new release, Sea Glass and Sand Memories.
This is a chillingly fun paranormal romance short story.
Expecting only a relaxing vacation to paint coastal dunes, a young woman entangles herself in much more—falling in love with a ghost who needs her to escape a witch’s spell.
Expecting only a relaxing vacation to paint coastal dunes, a young woman entangles herself in much more—falling in love with a ghost who needs her to escape a witch’s spell.
Description:
Looking forward to a relaxing
week at a Lake Michigan coastal resort, Kate finds much more than the
picturesque dunes she intends to paint. Adventures start when her requested
room is switched beside an unusual couple—a witch and her lover, a ghost.
During Kate’s stay, the handsome
ghost, Anson, tries to ensnare her into helping him escape the malevolent witch
who took his life. She enslaved his spirit and holds him captive on the
property of his mother’s resort. Anson wins Kate’s heart and loyalty, but is
that enough to set him free?
Excerpt:
A loud knock on my door
made us hush.
I held my breath.
I heard metal scraping,
as though the door bolt slid open. A shadow moved across the rug in the main
room.
My pulse pounded in my
ears.
Zandra stood in my
bedroom doorway, her face ashen. “Lover, you and I have something to discuss.
Leave her!” she commanded.
Anson gathered his
clothes and left obediently.
With only a chilling
look cast at me, she turned and followed him. I trembled, wondering why she
didn’t harm me but felt certain Anson would pay a high price.
I dressed quickly and
quietly, and moved to a position on the landing under their sitting room
window, listening to every noise. A door slammed and then opened.
“You know I own your
soul,” Zandra proclaimed confidently.
“You possess me only
with your black deeds.”
“You are my lover. What
do you think you’re doing with that girl?” she spat in a higher pitch.
“I’ll never love you.”
His voice remained composed and assertive.
“Then, you will never
love her,” she replied, her voice rough and catching in her throat.
I rose up just enough
to peer through a slat in the blind covering their window.
Zandra stomped across
the room, snatched an amber-colored bottle from a collection on a shelf, and
yanked out the stopper. She turned toward Anson. Her face looked like a corpse,
drawn and white. “Captus anima!” she
declared in a thunderous tone.
His form vaporized into
a cloud of smoke sucked in by the bottle. When all his matter entered the
vessel, she quickly replaced the stopper.
My mouth dropped open,
and sweat ran down the nape of my neck.
Zandra’s lips curled.
“You will never love again.” Then, she looked directly at me.
Horrified, I dropped
down, crouched into a ball under their window. My heart thudded against my
ribs. I waited.
Nothing happened. After
at least a minute, I heard her footsteps, but they sounded from farther in the
apartment.
I crept back to my
room, fearing every small sound I made. Once inside, I locked the door and sat
on the floor, completely still, listening. Still nothing. A faint glow of dawn
shone through the window. Every inch of my body trembled, and my mind raced.
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