Read Something A Little Spooky!
Glimpses of Wilderness
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BLURB:
No nightmares
about my dad’s car crashing or my sister’s tiny face vanishing in a window of
red. No, not anymore. Now when I sleep I fall into an expanse of frozen
wilderness, the other life I’ve lived…
The one I’ve
lived with him.
Anna experiences
vivid dreams from a past-life she lived in the 1800s with her husband Robert
and their children in the wilderness of the Michigan Territory. Much like her
own mother grieving the man and child she lost, Anna can’t simply let go of the
memories that haunt her.
But when she runs
into Robert in this lifetime, a whirlwind of their past lives—and deaths—rocks
her modern world to the core. What will she be willing to risk to spend every
lifetime with Robert?
In the twists and
turns of “repeating” their lives over and over through time, Anna must
sacrifice everything for a glimpse of immortal love.
I
can still feel his touch on my skin and his lips on my mouth. I sink deeper
into the covers and close my eyes so tightly I see stars. I want to be with
Robert a little longer. I’m not ready to leave, never want to let him go. But
now my face is too wet with tears to sleep. Robert’s gone, trapped in our
wilderness memories until I’m lucky enough to dream again. And I’m here without
him. Always here…
I
swipe the tears until the remnants of eyeliner I failed to remove last night
are simply black smudges on my face. She stares back at me from the
mirror—the Anna of the wild, the Anna who misses her husband and babies, the
Anna who’s as broken as her mother, no matter how hard she tries to pretend
she’s okay. Me…
How can I accuse Mom of living in the past and never
letting go when I’m holding on to a past from a couple hundred years ago? I
know what I have to do. I pick up my phone again and open Facebook. No one will
ever need to ask about my relationship status again. I type his name and read
my new status update: Anna Berkeley is in a relationship with William Hull.
Love Detour
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BLURB:
Life can change in the
most unexpected ways.
Ashlyn Montana had
encountered ghosts her whole life, but none more charming or irresistible than
Bob Abbott. From the moment the fatherly figure floated into her life, she knew
she met a friend she could trust. Pressured by her family to marry young,
Ashlyn takes Bob’s advice and goes on the run in disguise. But when he talks
her into taking a job in Breaker Creek as a farm boy named Al, she becomes
suspicious. Did her ghostly pal lead her to freedom, or entangle her into his
past?
Hunter Abbott had no idea what he was getting into hiring
the clueless and scrawny farm boy, Al. But he felt for the kid. There was a
time he was once a lost boy looking for a place to belong, until his Uncle Bob
took him under his wing. But when Hunter tries to help guide Al into a farmer
it leads to a shocking discovery. His new hire is hiding an unbelievable secret.
And Hunter is about to face a reality he never thought possible.
Can the two people Bob Abbot loves most, find love as they
work to solve the mystery of his murder?
EXCERPT
“Man it's chilly in here,” Hunter said suddenly, walking
over to shut the window. “Must be a cold front coming in.”
“It is not a cold front,” she told him, standing up with
renewed confidence. Bob was here. She wasn’t alone. She could convince Hunter
she was telling the truth.
He gave her a strange look. “How do you know?”
“Because Bob is here,” she announced. “And when Bob is
nearby it gets colder.”
Hunter stared back at her, his expression unreadable. “Don’t
lie to me, Ashlyn. It will only make everything between us worse.”
“I’m not lying.” She reached out and ran her hand up his
arm, feeling his goose bumps. “See how cold you are? That’s because your uncle
is standing right here.” She gestured to the left of them with her free hand.
“Right in this room.
He took a step away from her touch and shook his head. “I
don’t believe you.”
She lifted her chin, pretending his retreat didn’t hurt.
“Then I’ll prove he’s here.”
“How are you going to do that?” His eyes darted to the left
of them, looking spooked. Hunter said he didn’t believe her, but his nerves
were visible.
“Ask me something only Bob would know,” she challenged, looking him in the eye. “And I will tell you his answer.”
Kindling the Past
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Blurb:
Kindle fights to survive on her own, to break free from her
possessive and violent ex-boyfriend, and tries not to let her best friend,
Anna, know she’s in love with her husband. Most of all, she fights the visions
she sees of the past—she doesn’t believe in that kind of stuff.
Then Anna is shot and killed.
In their grief, Kindle and Ty, Anna’s husband and Kindle’s
Taekwondo instructor, grow closer. Although Kindle is careful never to let him
too close, he helps her learn to accept that her visions are real. Eventually,
the truth about Anna’s death breaks through into Kindle’s visions, and she must
find a way not to let it destroy her.
EXCERPT:
I recognized all
the cars tonight. I parked under the streetlight and kept the door locked while
I pulled my gear bag onto my lap and slipped the strap over my shoulder. Keys
ready, I jumped out of the car and jogged up the steps. I hated apartment buildings
in Florida. The halls were open, no security doors to block unwanted visitors
from knocking on your front door, from lurking in shadowy corners.
Within about ten
seconds, I was up the stairs, down the hall, and at my door. Just being able to
move quickly without running out of breath was worth the cost of Taekwondo
classes. I felt more confident, less scared.
My door unlocked, I
glanced down the hall one more time then slipped inside. I closed the door,
locked it, and flipped the lights.
I was not alone.
He was right there,
tall, thick, and blond as always. I was seeing as clearly as if through acid. I
blinked to make sure he was really there. I always did that. It was stupid.
Chris was always
there.
Standing in the
middle of my one little room, he just looked at me. It was like he was waiting
for me to apologize for something. He always seemed to think I should be
apologizing. I knew better now, knew I’d never done anything wrong, but I
wasn’t defiant either. I kept my mouth shut—as if he might go away if I was
very still and very quiet, like certain predators in the wild.
Melissa Keir
www.melissakeir.com
1 comment:
I love spooky stories, Melissa. Thanks for the suggestions. These are great. :)
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