A paranormal romance…
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Winner of 2014 Readers’ Favorite Honorable Mention in Paranormal Fiction
After the tragic death of her parents, Dr. Grace Sullivan inherits more than she bargained for. An empty house she’s never heard of, a nosy neighbor, and the restless spirits of a violent, century old murder.
A hard-nosed skeptic, Grace refuses to believe in ghosts despite hearing sounds and seeing things that can’t be explained. When she unearths antique furniture from the basement, the spirits become agitated and dangerous. Ian Black and Alex Gallagher, a team of ghost hunters, come in to investigate.
Still denying the paranormal events in her home, Grace can’t bring herself to take the ghost hunters or the psychic medium who teams up with them seriously. As Grace struggles with her grief and the feelings she’s developing for headstrong Ian, the disturbing mystery of the house deepens. Now she’ll have to face the unbelievable before the spirits claim her for their own.
Coming Halloween 2017…
A year has passed since banishing the spirits inside The Sparrow House, and the team is as solid as ever, with Grace and Jackie now an important part of Great American Paranormal. They travel to haunted Savannah, Georgia, to save a bed and breakfast plagued by something much worse than ghosts. Between Ouija board portals, a surprise encounter with a woman from Ian’s past, and inner turmoil Grace just can’t shake, will the team make it out of Savannah alive?
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Jackie wandered downstairs, her fingertips trailing along the floral-patterned wallpaper. Her eyes closed as she absorbed the energy vibrating within The Abby Ford House—some of it innocent and afraid, the rest of it brutally evil. It raised the hairs on her arms with an icy chill, and she knew that, whatever it was, it wanted her to be aware of it.
Yet, it still hid from her. That was the most frustrating part. If the spirit would manifest, would show itself, then she could diagnose the true nature of what they faced. Instead, it kept just out of reach. A shadow, tall and menacing, loomed around every corner but would disappear before she could focus her sight on it.
She proceeded upstairs, hoping to follow it. In one of the rooms, Alex and Ian were busy setting up equipment. She passed by them without a word, more in tune with the spiritual world than her own at that moment. When she came upon the last bedroom on the right, she felt a tug, a sort of mental push, guiding her along and into the room.
It looked just like the others—a queen size bed covered in a blue and white patchwork quilt, traditional mahogany furniture with brass knobs, oil paintings of lovely women in 18th century gowns. There was nothing strange about it, but somehow, she knew this was the site of whatever was causing the haunting in The Abby Ford House.
A wave of nausea hit her then, and her vision blurred and went black. As if in a dream, she saw a woman sitting cross-legged in that very room, a Ouija board spread out before her. The woman was middle-aged, with caramel-colored skin and strained, honey-brown eyes. Black hair peppered with gray fell in tight curls about her face. Her entire body shook with anticipation as she placed the planchette on the board. Candles were lit all around her, casting a yellow-orange glow about the room. The light flickered across the woman’s face, creating hollows of her eye sockets and highlighting the age lines around her tense mouth. She murmured something under her breath, something unintelligible, as she waited.
The planchette moved suddenly, shooting across the board. It went back and forth, back and forth, in rapid succession, going from one letter to another. Soon it narrowed in on just two letters and continued to alternate between them.
Darkness swallowed the room and hid the woman from view. Her scream rang out into the abyss, the sound one of pure terror.
Jackie came back to consciousness to find someone shaking her. Alex’s face swam into view, fear tightening his expression.
“You’re okay, baby. I’m here,” he was saying, though his voice sounded tinny and distant. She attempted to move, only to have him ease her back against the bed. “Relax, now. You’re safe.”
Her brows furrowed as she closed her eyes again. Of course she was safe—she’d never felt unsafe. Had she?
“Is everything okay?” Grace’s worried voice broke the haze. “I heard screaming.”
“She’s fine. I think,” came Ian’s reply. He sounded just as concerned. “Maybe you should take her back to the hotel, Alex.”
Jackie forced her eyes open, needing to speak for herself. “No, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? What happened?” Grace demanded.
“I think she had another premonition,” Alex explained. “She’s been having nightmares lately about this place. She’s woken up screaming the last few nights.”
Jackie managed to sit up, feeling more stable. Alex hovered a few inches away, but didn’t stop her. “It was a vision. There was a woman in this room, I’m not sure how long ago. She used a Ouija board.”
“Christ,” Ian muttered, rubbing his face. “Well, that could be the source of the problem. People are just asking for trouble when they use those things.”
“You think some random woman playing with a Ouija board brought an evil spirit into the house?” Alex asked.
“It would make sense,” Ian confirmed.
“Wait, a Ouija board? Really?” Grace sputtered in disbelief. “Those things can actually summon spirits?”
Ian nodded. “They can be very dangerous, actually. Stupid as it sounds. It’s not just an innocent board game mass-produced by Mattel.”
Grace chewed on her lower lip, her worried eyes landing upon Jackie. “If that’s what happened, then what do we do about it?”
Jackie sighed, resting her head back against the pillows. “I’m not sure. We can try a cleansing ritual.”
“Couldn’t hurt,” Alex agreed.
Jackie had doubts that a cleansing ritual would be enough to stop whatever it was that had come through the Ouija board and into the house.
What they needed was divine intervention.