Blessed Samhain!

To everyone that celebrates, have a Blessed Samhain and a Happy Halloween.

Spooks

So here it is getting closer and closer to Halloween. Usually this time of year is the most that I miss being in Mass where it's chilly at night and in the early morning, not creeping up past 55 during the day. The heady scent of fallen leaves and the crunch of the dried ones underfoot. It reminds of me the long walks in the graveyards I would have with friends back in the day and the ghosts that we would try and capture. Or the seances that I took part in as a medium and the creepy factor that always clung to the shadows no matter where I was.

Nowadays, I have left the seances behind and don't hunt for haunts. But that doesn't mean all my ghosts are behind me. For a while, I've been trying to tune out or close the psychic door that is in my brain. Although any psychic will tell you that once a door has been opened it's hard to close, tune it out for a while, of course, but not completely turn it off. 

Sure I can still layout a deck of Tarot cards or glance at tealeaves and discern their meaning, but that holds no interest for me anymore regarding reading others. Now if someone asks me, well...that is negotiable. I'm open to it, even if lose my voice. I made a choice a long time ago to become and author and write instead of "read." I wanted to turn it all off and have a "normal" life with no ghosties. And I got that and still have that. My husband and I have been married for nine and a half years and I impressed him when we were dating by reading his palm and telling him stuff about himself that I didn't know. It was kind of comical at the time. 

I've scared his friends by telling them about the ghosts in their apartments. According to another ex friend of his, I turned my husband into the bad seed because he likes skulls and heavy metal as some of his interests and turned him from the church. But that is a different subject I won't go into. I've been discriminated against because  my religion, but I won't be burned at the stake. 

I have always accepted the fact that I am psychic even if people don't believe in it. That's their opinion, but I do know that it has helped me in writing my books. I get ideas from places that never see to make any sense. I write about the paranormal because I've had experience in certain areas of it.  

That being said, the only thing haunting me now are plot lines that won't go away and not having the amount of time I truly want to write. Oh well, can't have everything, right?

Although...I predict one day I will...hehehe

Book Preview: Reborn at the Crossroads

Hi All,
I wanted to share a preview of a revamped book I have coming out soon. This is not your typical vampire novel. With a bit of folklore thrown in, a demon giving this a scary twist, and some blazing undead sex, this is going to be perfect to add to any of your Halloween reading lists.


Coming soon from Purple Sword Publications: Reborn at the Crossroads.

What do you do when folklore stops being myth and vampires rise from their grave?

Blurb:

Beth Rivers has spent five years in an emotional cocoon from the death of her husband. One night she discovers an intruder on her land and shoots him. After bringing him back to her house, she realizes the wound has healed. Desire blossoms inside her for him. There’s something about him she can’t resist.

However, Travis wasn’t the only thing that awoke that night. Something darker was released also and its eyes are set on Beth. They must either face this nightmarish creature or be consumed by it.

Excerpt:

The shower curtain slid out of the way. She glanced up. Travis stood before her. Dried blood decorated his face and chest. His jeans were soaked with it and ruined. She couldn’t help the bolt of horror that pierced her heart. She scooted toward the back wall. A low growl spilled from his lips as he reached out to her.

“I won’t hurt you, Beth.”

“Is that what you told the four people you’ve killed? I heard it on the police scanner. Old habit from my husband.” She didn’t look at him.

Travis sighed. The curtain closed, but after a moment it reopened again. Beth wondered if he was going to do it now. She glanced up. Travis stood naked before her. Heat raced through her body. She tried to deny her feelings for him, but she couldn’t. Something between them overrode the crippling fear. Her entire being wanted him. The water from the jets blasted around her and onto him turning the water crimson. He knelt down again.

“I don’t plan on killing you, Beth. I don’t plan on killing anyone else.”

“I suppose you had some great epiphany after I left.”

He laughed. “I did actually. I remembered who I was. Elizabeth wouldn’t want me to behave this way. She would want me to forget all about that. I can’t help what I am. I don’t even know exactly what roused me from my slumber. I should be dead, bones and dust, but I’ve been given another chance with you. I have a hunger that must be satisfied. I’m trying to learn to balance that. In my life I was a doctor. I tried to heal all those I—”

Beth heard his words, but placed a hand over his mouth to quiet him. His lips were too sensuous forming around the words. Her lips replaced her hand and she captured him. The water poured over the two of them and all she could think of was how his cock would feel plunging inside of her. At that moment, it didn’t matter what he had done. Her mind pushed it all aside and she focused on the primal link and raw heat.

He pulled away and worked down her throat. Each nip of his teeth, she let him take her deeper under his spell. His fingers scraped along her back. His fangs grazed her flesh. There was no use fighting the connection. Maybe on the inside she truly was his wife reborn. She arched her neck waiting for him to strike, but the pain never came. Instead he cleared the water from her eyes and looked into them. His blue eyes smoldered with lust. There was no hunger.