Out of the Shadows by Bethany Shaw (Paranormal Romance)

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/14/13 – 11/21/13

Genres: Paranormal Romance, Romance


A war is brewing between the werewolf packs. In an attempt to save his sister, Emily, from being used as a breeder, Devon Harris flees his home with his sister, her boyfriend Marcus, and their brother Vincent, seeking refuge at his Uncle Rick’s ranch. There he meets the fiery human Lark. In the midst of a war, does he dare let himself fall for her?

Lark Davies has been the sole provider for herself and sister since her parents died in an accident three years ago. Rick Harris has been like a second father to her. When his nephew comes to town, sparks immediately begin to fly as Lark finds herself drawn even further into the werewolf world.




Lark opened her eyes, taking in the pitch black hotel room, illuminated only by the moonlight. Sweat beaded around her neck and brow. Hair stuck to the nape of her neck. She sat up and looked around at the barely visible furniture. Movement by the window caught her eye.

Devon stood at the window arms crossed over his chest. His broad shoulders accented by the bright white of the moon. Lark stared at the fine plains of his bare back. She licked her lips taking him all in. Her body shuddered recalling the way he’d felt pressed against her – the way his lips had caressed hers a day ago. 

Lark blinked the images away. Thankful for the darkness that hid the heat creeping across her face. Her throat parched, she pushed the covers back to get a drink of water from the sink. 

The cool water alleviated some of the heat, and glided down her parched throat. She pushed the wet strands out of her face and walked to the window. Devon hadn’t moved. Preston and the three other guys lay sound asleep on the floor. They’d been kind enough to give her the only bed.

Do you not sleep?” Lark joined him at the window. Her eyes glued to the door across the street. To think, her sister was in that room. Lark wondered if Sarah was okay. Was she sleeping? In pain? Would they hurt her? The list went on and on. 

It’s my turn to keep watch. Daniel said they wouldn’t leave till morning, but I don’t want to risk it.” Devon looked over at her for a moment his eyes slipped down to take in her plaid pants before he turned back to the window.

She’d gone with Preston to the store earlier to pick up a few things. They’d both needed the distraction. She normally slept in boy-shorts, but after her run in with Devon the other morning, and considering she was sharing a room with five guys, she had thought better.

Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were keeping watch. I can keep a look out if you want to rest.”

It’s okay. Preston will take over in another half hour.” Devon shrugged. “I’m used to the late nights; it’s actually been a little bit of shell shock to get used to days. As an EMT I worked the twelve hour night shift. Most incidents happen at night, you get used to being up all night. My nights off I usually spent out too. Vincent likes to party. I went along for something to do and keep him out of trouble.”

I can see that about Vincent. I bet you’ve seen some interesting things on your job?”

Devon smiled, the moonlight lit his hazel eyes. “People never cease to amaze you. I’ve seen the traumatic to the dramatic.”

Lark laughed. “I can imagine. You see stories on the news every so often, where someone calls 911 for a cheeseburger, or something ridiculous like that.”

Those are the people who don’t understand the absorbent bill they get in the mail for our services either,” Devon chuckled.

The smile lit his entire face. It gave her a rare glimpse of him. Lark wondered what had happened in his past to make him so distant. Slowly, he seemed to be opening up to her. She hoped he continued to do so.

I’m sure you get interesting characters in The Cookie Jar.”

Yeah, about half my customers are regulars. It’s kind of nice getting to talk to everyone. You’d be amazed what people tell you though. I’ve heard so many things that I really didn’t want to know.” Lark placed her hands on the windowsill, leaning forward. She peered out the sheer curtains. 

Her thoughts drifted back to Sarah and Emily; at least they had each other.

They won’t hurt her.”

Lark looked up at him surprised, taking a moment to register his words. She nodded and sighed, eyes darting back to the door across the street. The street seemed to stretch endlessly. It felt like miles separated them instead of mere feet. She would feel better once she could hold Sarah in her arms again.

Have you ever thought about becoming a doctor or a nurse? You know taking your training to the next level?” Lark needed a distraction and she was curious about Devon.

My bedside manner sucks.”

Lark met his smile. “But would you?”

Devon leaned forward before rocking back on his heels. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”

Lark nodded. “I always enjoyed baking. I never in my life thought I’d own my own bakery. But I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”

I do like the blueberry muffins.”

You guys do seem to have a sweet tooth. Well, actually, I’ve noticed you guys eat just about anything.” 

Devon laughed. “It’s our metabolism. Especially when we shift a lot; it makes us hungry.”

I can tell.” Lark looked over at him. “Do you do it often? Shift I mean?”

I try to once a day; some days, like when I worked, I couldn’t. The wolf is a part of who we are. Shifting is important for our mental well being. As a rule, we try to shift three to four times a week. The only exception is when women are pregnant. The shift is harmful to the fetus since the body transforms from a human into a wolf.”

Does it hurt when you change?” Lark couldn’t stop herself from asking.

It’s a pleasure pain.”

I imagine it’s exhilarating.”

You really are genuinely interested aren’t you?” Devon turned to her eyes locked on hers.

Lark swallowed at the intensity of his gaze and lowered her eyes to the floor. 

I…I’m not trying to be rude.”

I know.” Devon’s fingers grazed her chin, tilting it back up. “I’ve never met someone who’s been so understanding – who’s wanted to learn more.”

His thumb cupped her chin softly eyes glued to hers. She licked her lips in anticipation. 

Slowly his face inched toward hers, their breath mingled. Her heart raced, and body scorched with arousal. His woodsy scent filled her nostrils. Eyes closed, his lips grazed against hers. Devon’s stubble scratched her chin; his lips so soft against hers.

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Author Bio:

I am happily married to my husband of nine years and have two wonderful children.

I have always loved reading and writing and am thrilled to have published my first novel.

Paranormal romance is my go to genre and the genre I prefer to write in. I love the unique feel of creating an entirely different world and implementing it into the human verse.

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Deviltry Afoot by Carol Pritt @carolpritt (Paranormal, Occult)

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/25/13 – 12/23/13

Genres: Paranormal, Occult

Blurb: Seeking justice for her daughters murder Tina must seek answers in the supernatural realm. Terror is spreading over Pendale. Love is pitted against a dreadful force.



Deep into an uneasy dream Tina’s face was twisted in consternation.
Dan hadn’t stayed over this evening. She’d told him she needed time to gather strength and come to grips with what lay ahead.
He’d looked hurt. She knew he could not understand her need to be alone at such a time.
He offered to sit up with her all night.
She told him she was wrung out; she would be able to sleep a bit.
She longed to fall into unconsciousness and to block all thought.
Her bedroom felt airless.
The little clock on her nightstand seemed to have a very loud tick tonight. The dials revealed it to be 1:00 pm.
Still asleep Tina shifted her weight to lie on her back.
Her heavy cotton nightgown became bunched up under the small of her back.
Suddenly she brought up her hands folding them over her chest in the position that the dead are laid out.
Beads of sweat broke out on her face, although the temperature in her room was a cool sixty-four degrees.
She was carrying groceries to her car in a dark parking lot.
Behind her there was a small convenience store. It was lit up. The buildings light stopped at the front of the building.
Tina tossed her bag of groceries into the passenger side of the seat. Just as she lifted her leg to get in behind the wheel she thought of her mother. She’d yell up a storm if she could see her now. As a teen Tina was lectured countless times about getting into a car alone. First check out the back seat to make sure no one was lurking there, she could still her mom stress.
Tina sat her leg back down on the pavement. She opened the back door. All clear.
She slid into the front seat closing her door and rolling down her window most of the way.
Glancing out her open window she began to shake all over.
Two hands with long tapered fingers suddenly grasp the window!
As if in slow motion a hooded figure raised itself!
Her door was flung open wide.
It pushed her backward sending her sprawling across the seat.
She was immobile from fear.
The thing lowered itself to her feet.
It covered her with its form inch by inch.
Its dark cloak was spread wide to enfold her completely.
Her heart thumped so hard she felt ready to pass out praying she would.
It was up to her head now.
Tina was so cold it was as if she were entombed within a block of ice
The smell of decay surrounding her was so rank she couldn’t catch a good breath.
The hood slipped back a bit. She couldn’t decipher its features clearly. She could only make out black pinpoint eyes.
Drool oozed from its mouth. A great gob of spittle plunked down on her forehead.
She let out a scream.
She thought she’d cried out, and awoken.
It was actually only phase two.
Still dreaming she thanked the Lord that it was only a nightmare.
Lights flickered from the traffic through her drapes.
Something in the room didn’t feel right.
The sheet was shifting downward of its own accord.
Two hands grasp the foot of the bed as a cloaked figure crawled up and over her!
She surrendered herself up to it.
She was entirely passive until sirens from a passing rescue unit brought her to an actual waking state ending her ordeal.
Rest would elude her the remainder of the night. She sighed and got up from the bed.
First light would signal the start of her greatest trial.
She must commend her only offspring to eternal rest.

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Carol Pritt lives in the northeast with her family. She has two Associate degrees, one in Liberal Arts, and the other in Journalism from the local community college. Ms. Pritt enjoys writing, reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her pets. This is her first novel.

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Set My Soul On Fire by Celia Romantic Fiction

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/6/13 – 11/13/13

Genres: Fiction, Romantic Fiction, Romance, Love Story, Modern Romance, Sexy Romance



Divorced Francine was a naïve young virgin when she first met her ex-husband. After a passionless, controlling marriage, where she lost her dreams and herself, she feels old and inadequate. Concentrating on her future, she craves a different life that will make her feel alive and set her soul on fire. Now free to pursue her dreams, a challenging idea emerges and an unexpected change of fortune takes her into a new world, where the last thing on her list is a man or love….or is it?

Awarded best autumn read 2012 by ‘Modern Romance’


On Friday evening, we took Samuel to Dominic’s music night; it was awesome like last time and when Dominic glanced at me, I went all prickly and I constantly wondered what making love to him would be like.  When he went into his wiggle act, I felt my insides clinch.  I was like a dog on heat for goodness sake; I couldn’t stop feeling randy; my thoughts got worse.  Next morning we again went down to the restaurant for lunch; Dominic had invited us all, but mostly Samuel, to try his brother, Michael’s, famous oysters cooked the Dominic way…. which were delicious.  I wondered if they did what legend said they did.  I certainly would have jumped in bed with Dominic, if he had asked; right that very moment to see if they did and even considered it for a moment!

You should market your concert evenings; they would go down a storm in America,” Samuel said, lying back in his chair full to the brim.  “Last night was terrific; never heard such music.”

Dominic laughed, “Michael and I have already ‘marketed’ ourselves in America and here in France; what do you say?…very popular, we have records and things.  We really need a good video made; but Michael is reluctant to travel anymore.  When my papa was alive we did the rounds of concerts; tours can get tiresome.”

You’re a sort of pop star then?”  Sharon asked.

Dominic smirked, “Sort of, but not exactly pop, and we could do with some updating; like I said, a music video with a new music album would be good.”

Why don’t you do it Francine?”  Sharon said; then without waiting for a reply she turned to Dominic, “You could do it right here then.  No travelling: you could record in the restaurant or they must have a recording studio near.  Francine takes wicked photos and she has filmed two television programmes.  I expect they’re brilliant too.  We are expecting them to send the pre-view of the programmes any day now aren’t we?”

We are!  I just nodded; who needed a PR when they had Sharon.  I adored her, her generous nature and bubbly happiness.

Dominic gazed at me; I melted inside.  “Would you consider making a video for me?”

I nodded, “Yes, it would be exciting.”  As long as I could concentrate on what I was doing when he danced.

I’ll ask Michael then.  When could you start?  I have to go to Paris in a couple of weeks to try to persuade the French television network that they would like my new archaeology undersea programme, so I am trying to work on that.  ”

What’s the new programme called?”  Samuel asked.

Archaeology Under The Sea.”

What a naff title,” I said without thinking.

Naff …?”  Dominic enquired.

I paled, oh cricks.

Sharon came to my rescue, didn’t she always?  “Means uninspired; you should get Francine to come up with another one; she’s brilliant at marketing and putting together ‘a package pitch’ too.”

Nadine jumped at that; until then, she had sat quietly listening.  “He could do with some help.  What do you suggest?” she said looking at me.

Well tell me what the programme is about,” I said uneasily, turning to Dominic.

Suddenly Dominic looked shy; he was not the kind of man to blow his own trumpet, I realized; after all I didn’t know he had made music albums.  I would look him up on the Internet when I got home.

It is about underwater cities that have slipped into the sea and maybe seeking and finding some gold and some doubloons,” he threw a grin at Nadine.  Her eyes narrowed, as she looked him straight in the eyes.

I roared with laughter at the pair, but it gave me an idea.  “How about “Lost Cities and Mysteries of the Deep”?”

Mmm, you are not just beautiful you are brilliant too; it gives a whole different vision.  Even I can see how that is not ‘naff.’”  Dominic said.

I continued, “The programme could have a pirate theme.  You could dress as a pirate and…”

No change there then,” Nadine interrupted me.

..you could give a narrative as if you were the pirate searching for treasure, with some true pirate stories; it will inject some humour; people like to laugh and history stories are interesting, and the wickeder the story the better.  Then you could have some underwater shots of some of your diving crew doing some piratey things.  Lost cities can be woven into the period of a certain pirate.  Pirates have always existed in all decades.  And of course you could follow it all up with a book.”

I saw the amazement spread right across Dominic’s face.  ”I think that is more than inspired,” he lent forward and kissed me.  “A book though, I’m no good at writing.”

Sharon said, “Oh Francine could do that, as well as the filming.”

I gave a quick uncomfortable glance at Dominic; he might get upset at me taking over his idea.  Ben would have, if he had ever come up with one in the first place.

However, Dominic just grinned, “Yes that would be great.  We could start our own consultancy, production and publishing company.”

Oh no!  – I’ve been there, done that; I am not going there again, as Chloe said where did it get me in the past?  

Dominic saw my downcast features.  “I could put up the money.”

It’s not the money.  I went into business, or so I thought, with Ben.  I do not intend to be somebody’s ‘partner’ ever again, in a company or otherwise…in any way.  Thanks.”  My lip tightened as I glared at him.  This had been his intention all along.  I was that unlovable.  He was just as charming as Ben; he had me charmed!  That’s why he has been so nice all week!  He had certainly not left me alone for long to think; every day I had seen him, but maybe I had not ‘seen’ him at all.

Dominic said quietly, “I am not Ben.”

No, he was not, but how did I know he wasn’t as deceitful as Ben.  How did I know if he was scheming like Ben and wanting his own way and nasty if he didn’t get it?  I wanted to burst into tears.  Instead, I stood up.  “If you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time for me to go home.”

There was an awkward silence.  Dominic looked as angry as I felt, his brown eyes as dark as black holes; then without a word he picked up some dirty crockery and took it into the kitchen.  Nadine kissed the three of us goodbye and we murmured our thanks and went silently out to the car.

If you ask me,” Sharon began.

I didn’t.”

I saw Samuel nudge Sharon to be quiet in the mirror.  How could I be so rude to her?  “Sorry,” I stopped the car with a screech, like my heart was doing, tears blurring my vision. 

Samuel got out of the passenger side, “Get in the back with Sharon,” he ordered and I meekly did as he said. 

Sharon put her arms about me, holding me like a child.  Through gritted teeth, she said,” Oh that Ben has a lot to answer for.  He’s ruling your life, even from a distance.”

No, he isn’t,” I sobbed.

What do you call this then?  You trust me don’t you?”  I nodded.  “Well Dominic is nothing like Ben.  All he wants to do is make you happy; Ben never cared about your happiness, only his own; can’t you see that?”

How did Sharon know what Dominic is like?  “I could turn Dominic into Ben; he could find me boring and…and unlovable, just like Ben found me and Giles didn’t love me enough either.”  One knock and my self-esteem was at rock bottom again.

Oh don’t talk rubbish,” Samuel burst out.  “There’s nothing wrong with you; you’re not unlovable; you are clever and lovely.  It’s Ben that has a problem, not you.  Ben is an arsehole; he has talent at drawing but he is not clever like you and he knew it.  He put you down because he always saw you as competition because of his own inadequacies.  Moreover, for my money Dominic is twice the man Ben is.  For goodness sake woman you have really hurt him, comparing him to Ben.”

Sharon gave me a squeeze; “I think you should phone him when we get in.”

Suppose he doesn’t want to talk to me and doesn’t want to know me now?”

Then you would be right and we would be wrong,” Samuel said.

When we got in, I poured myself a glass of wine; I needed some courage before I phoned… if I could phone.  The drink didn’t do any good, maybe another!  Thoughts began to swirl round my head like a tornado.  Did I want Dominic?  Yes I lusted after him, but he also made me laugh; he loved swimming and diving like me; he cooked for goodness sake too; we had a lot in common, and his kisses made me tingle in places I didn’t know could tingle.  I’m not sure I can phone, suppose he won’t talk to me.  Well it would settle this agony in my heart.  Then Sharon, fed up with watching my miserable face, handed me the phone, her mouth set.  I could see she would not take no for an answer.  It rang for a long while and the butterflies in my stomach were nearly making me sick.  I went to put it down but Sharon wouldn’t let me; then Nadine answered.

Ah Nadine is your father there please?”

No – he is coming to see you.  He is very upset Francine, he adores you; he is a good man.  You are the first woman I have ever seen him interested in.  If you don’t like him, please tell him.  I don’t want you to break his heart.”

Yes, I’m sorry Nadine; I have some unresolved past issues.”

I understand, but my father would not hurt you or anyone he cares about ever and he cares for you, so you remember that please.”

I felt very humble; Nadine was rightly angry I could hear it in her voice, let alone her words.  Sharon was correct: Ben had done me damage, but I wasn’t going to let him spoil any more of my life.  After all surely there were not many men like Ben, were there?  I thought of my father, I thought of Giles, both faithful men that cherished their wives, Giles even after his wife was dead; and then there was Samuel, and Dominic said he had been faithful to his wife too.

When Dominic arrived, we strolled down to the beach and sat looking at the sea rippling gently against our toes, silence between us.

Someone had to talk first and I guess it should be me.

Look…”  I began.

Listen…”  Dominic said.

Next, he reached for my hand as I muttered “sorry.”

I don’t want you to set up a company or anything you don’t want to do with me.  I just thought maybe your son might like it and would come and join you here; a spur of the moment idea that was all.  A silly one, but I can assure you that I would never cheat you out of anything, ever, or cheat on you now or in the future, whatever happened between us.  It is not in my nature.  I don’t need any of your money or scheme to get hold of it; I have plenty, but I need you to trust me or we have nothing together.  What I say to you will always be the truth; I don’t lie.  I know you are still in pain but please do not insult me again by suggesting I am anything like that ex of yours.  He only has my contempt for what he has done to you.”

Tears were trickling down my face; I felt so awful.  “I have some baggage I thought I had got rid of.  I am so very, very sorry.  It was a kind thought on your part and I just over reacted.  I never told you, because I felt ashamed; I thought there was something wrong with me, but Lucy was not the only girl; Ben cheated on me throughout our marriage.  He hit on all my friends and even my daughter’s best friend.  I was so stupid and busy and I trusted him and never knew.  I worked hard for him for twenty odd years.  Now I’m afraid to trust men properly.  Also, I have discovered I like my independence and especially my own financial independence and I don’t need a man for that; and I have no intention to re-marry.  I made up my mind that I will only work when I want, and on what I want to.”  There, I’d said it.

He shook his head and gave a deep sigh, gathering me to him and kissed me gently on the lips, then kissed my eyelids and my face and salty tears.  ”Stop crying, I can’t bare it.  I only want to make you happy and heal that hole in you.”  Which made me worse; he just held me, kissing and stroking my hair.

You still want to know me?”  I eventually said, wiping my tears.

Very much, but do you want to have a proper relationship?  I know it has only been just over a week since we met, but this is no casual fling for me.”

I nodded.

That’s more like it.  Do you want to make this video for me?”


As long as you are sure.  Will you also do some of the diving and filming for my programme?”

I smirked, “It depends where you’re planning on diving; I don’t do cold water.”

He gurgled with laughter, “No, nor me anymore; Canada was enough.  I will pay you proper freelance fees and give you credit and a percentage on the programme and your name as author of the book and its ownership,” I went to protest.  “No, I insist.  And that way if you want to start your own freelance company or consultancy fine, or if I’m a one off, that’s OK too.  It is up to you.  Now will you come to Paris with me?  I want you to myself, to make love to you and hold you all night after and wake up with you in my arms in the morning?  I don’t want our first time to be a stolen afternoon.”

I twisted inwardly with pleasure; he did want me like I wanted him; and so honest.  “Oh that sounds nice; but when?  I have to go to England in the middle of October as I am supposed to do some television and radio interviews to promote one of my programmes and books.”

I said the twenty six of September, for several days so it should be Ok, we should be back by the beginning of October at the latest.” 

Well in that case I had better start working on your pitch for the programme and you had better tell me about the music so I can think about the video too, but some of that might have to wait until after Paris.”

Mmm, in a minute….or two, or three,” he smirked.  I was still in his arms and he grazed his lips over my eyelids (Oh, I do like that!), and across my face and down my neck; goose bumps, goose bumps.  Then he kissed my mouth, teasing me first with little kisses, then they grew more passionate and as we rolled onto the sand together; our bodies locked, I felt his hardness against me.  Can your toes curl? 

Suddenly I heard Sharon yelling my name from the house; Dominic made a face, and I got up reluctantly.

What’s up? “  I called.

It’s Raphael on the phone.”

I squealed, excitedly running up the slope into the house.

Dawn had a boy an hour ago; yes they are both well.  We have decided to call him Francisco after you, and we want you to be Godmother.  We owe all our good fortune to you.”

Don’t be daft, but yes of course, thank you, and I do love you.  I will be seeing you in about a month; I can’t wait.”

When I put down the phone, Dominic was leaning against the frame of the door.

Who is this Raphael that you get excited and run to and love?” he asked coldly.

Now who does not trust whom; but I saw the hurt in his eyes.

Going over to him, I glided my arms about his neck.  “He is one of my best friends who journeyed with me on my yacht and he married another of my best travelling friends called Dawn.  She has just had a baby and they are calling it after me, although it is a boy, and want me to be Godmother.  I love them both and am very happy for them.”

Dominic’s twinkle came back; he really does care for me; had he been jealous?  How wonderful, he was jealous, jealous!  I nearly sung it aloud; it was such a new feeling for me.  Maybe he would be so jealous he would never let me speak to other men or so jealous that I …there goes my imagination again.  One moment I’m happy he is jealous; next, I think he is a freak.  What does that make me, apart from neurotic?

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Genres: Young Adult Sci-fi/Fantasy, Teen Sci-fi/Fantasy


Seventh-grader Mitchell Brant and three of his classmates inexplicably wake up at the back edge of a softball field to the sounds of a game, the cheering of the crowd. None of them remembers coming here. And as they soon learn, “here” is like no place they’ve ever seen. Cars resemble antiques from the 1950s. There are no cell phones, no PCs. Even the spelling of words is slightly off.

A compulsive liar, constantly telling fantastic stories to garner attention and approval, Mitchell can only wish this were just one more of his tall tales. But it isn’t. It’s all too real. Together, as they confront unexpected and life-threatening dangers, Mitchell and his friends must overcome their bickering and insecurities to learn what happened, where they are, and how to get back home.

The answers can be found only in the mysterious little girl with the blue, hypnotic eyes. The one they had each dreamed of three nights in a row before arriving here. She is their only hope. And, as they eventually discover, they are her only hope.

And time is running out.


Excerpt: (Opening scene from the book)

Peering out his bedroom window, his eyes flattened into squinting slits, Mitchell Brant saw her.

“No,” he said. “It can’t be her. It can’t be.”

But it was. She had come again.

He looked away, at the night-shadows on the floor, at the sheets jumbled and strewn on his bed. Maybe she wasn’t really out there. Maybe it was just an illusion, some odd distortion of the light.

He looked out the window.

She was still there.

He felt the fine hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. Gooseflesh, cold against the stifling humidity filtering in through the open window, speckled his forearms.

The girl was standing under the streetlamp, looking straight in at him—the same way she had last night and the night before. She was just a child, probably no more than seven years old—his sister’s age. What was she doing out in the street, alone, well past midnight? Was she a runaway? And why had she come three nights in a row?

He tried to look away again, but he couldn’t. It was as though the girl had cast a spell over him. “What’s with you?” he said to himself. “Just go back to sleep.” Instead, he stood up. She had raised her right arm above her head, waving at him frantically.

Help me.” The voice filtered in through the window. “Why don’t you . . .?” The girl’s voice. And yet, there was something different about it, something off. It sounded hollow, as if it had originated from a dark place, a secret place, cold like the grave.

The grave. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe that’s where she had come from.

No.” Her voice rose, more insistent now. “Don’t be so silly.”

He reached for the window. He wasn’t going to let her fool him. He’d just finished the sixth grade last week, and he wanted the chance to live long enough to begin seventh grade in the fall. Communicating with ghosts was great when kept within the safe confines of horror stories or movies. But not here. Not on his quiet small-town street. Not in real life.

He grabbed the window sash, pushed down. Instantly, he was transported to his front lawn! How had that happened? The girl, still standing in the light, gestured even more vigorously now that Mitchell was outside with her. He knew she had worked some sort of magician’s trick on him.

Who are you?” He looked down at his feet and saw they were moving—in the direction of the street, the light, the girl. He tried to stop them, but it was as if they had a will of their own.

As he neared her, he was able to get a better look at the girl. She had the bluest, deepest eyes he had ever seen. They were mesmerizing.

She also had an airy quality to her. The light from the streetlamp filtered through her, as though she were only partly there, only a small portion of her flesh and blood.

I was right, he thought. She is a ghost.

Stop it!” she said. “Stop calling me that.”

He reached the sidewalk, nearly face-to-face with her. He closed his eyes, but they stung, so he opened them and looked up, at the streetlamp. A small gathering of luna moths aimlessly fluttered about, landing on the bulb, then jumping off, occasionally flying into each other, as if drunk from the light and the oppressive humidity.

Help me!” The girl’s voice, so near yet so ethereal, caused Mitchell to lose his balance. He fell, landed on the pavement, scraping his knee. A trickle of blood snaked down his shin. “Come with me,” the girl said, and offered a hand. But he knew better. Once she grabbed him, she would never let him go. She would lead him through the darkened streets, past the statue of the white, marble lion that marked the center of town, and on to the Bedford Cemetery, where she’d force him to serve her for all eternity in the form of some tortured, wandering spirit.

The girl’s hand brushed against his, a faint whisper against his skin, and then the sensation was gone.

Come with me,” she said again. “Please.” He told himself not to look into her eyes, but he did. He couldn’t resist. It was like looking into two blue pools of sky-water. Somehow, he was sure that if he looked into those eyes long enough, hard enough, he would see where the universe ended, and began.

He stood up, wanting desperately to turn around and flee back into the house. But he wasn’t able to. Her eyes wouldn’t let him. The night air, muggy, close, felt like a dull weight intent on forcing him back down to his knees.

The girl said, “Yes, that’s the way. Keep looking into my eyes! That’s the way I can take you with me.”

He tried to look away, but couldn’t. He just continued to stare at her blue, blue eyes. He stared until her eyes seemed to expand, the shape of them lengthening, widening. He stared until the blue in her irises dilated and spun, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed, spinning round and round, faster, faster.

He screamed then—the loudest, longest scream of his life. He would wake up his parents, his sister, the neighbors. Maybe they could reach him in time to save him. Maybe they could—

Suddenly, he was back in his bed, thrashing and kicking and yelling, “Let me go, let me go!” It took a moment for him to gather his wits.

It had been a dream, a nightmare. That was all.

He sat up. Was that all? What would he see if he dared to look out his window? Would the ghost girl still be there? Not wanting to, but needing to know the truth, Mitchell glanced outside.

No one. Only the mosquitoes and the spiders and the night birds, creatures that he couldn’t see but knew were out there. But at least they were a part of the natural world. They belonged. The ghost girl didn’t.

He hopped out of bed, too wired to lie still. But as soon as his feet touched the floor, he grimaced. There was a stinging pain in his left knee. Groping his way through the dark room, he reached for the lamp atop his dresser and flicked it on.

His knee was bleeding. A small strip of skin had been scraped off, and the blood, though drying, was still trickling down his shin. How could he have scraped his knee in bed?

Then he remembered. He had done it in his dream. He’d fallen in the street when the ghost girl had reached for him. But if it had only been a dream, why was his knee bleeding now?

He limped to the bathroom, where he washed the wound and then bandaged it. He reminded himself not to wear shorts in the morning. On top of everything else, he didn’t need Mom asking questions.

He had no answers, anyway. He had no idea what happened. Had he dreamed of the girl in the street—tonight, and last night, and the night before that? Or had she really been there? He tried to think it through. It had seemed like a dream. But since when did people scrape their knees in a dream? Had he been sleepwalking? He’d never known himself to sleepwalk, but how could he know, if he was sleeping while he did it?

C’mon,” he said, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was a tired-looking reflection, with the last hints of fright still manifest in the eyes. “Don’t be stupid. It was just a nightmare, that’s all.”

But as he walked into the kitchen, turned on the tap, and slurped the water as it streamed out, he knew that the truth was very likely more complex, and more troubling.

He turned off the faucet, wondering why water always tasted so much better straight out of the tap. He tried to think about that, ponder it, anything to get his mind off the ghost girl. But it didn’t work. How could he forget her?

Cut it out, Mitchell,” he said. “Just quit it.”

He needed to get back to sleep. When he was little, if he’d had a bad day, his mom used to tell him that everything looked better, and happier, in the morning. He hoped she was right.

But when he returned to his room, sleep still seemed a long way off. His bed, with the disheveled sheets and sweat-drenched pillows, didn’t look very restful. He needed something to calm him. He opened the lower drawer of his dresser. Piles of old comic books, bagged in protective Mylar sleeves, greeted him like devoted friends. He picked up the top comic, a worn copy of Fantastic Four no. 99, and sniffed it through the sleeve. He loved the smell of old comic books. It was musty, but in a special way, like the smell of his grandfather’s attic littered with knickknacks and family mementoes. A treasure-house smell. He had asked his sister to sniff some of his comics once, but she thought they reeked. Well, what did she know? She was just a little kid.

He took the comic out of its sleeve and read it, even though he knew the issue by heart. But it did the trick. He got lost in the story, savoring the artwork, the dialogue, the sheer fantasy of the plot. When he put the comic book away thirty minutes later, he felt ready for bed.

He climbed in, wondering if he should glance out the window again, to see if the girl was out there.

She isn’t,” he said, but he didn’t look.

He lay there, his mind racing, and it seemed to him that he wouldn’t get to sleep. He did, eventually, but it was a restless sleep, as he thrashed throughout the night. When he woke up, a few short hours later, he was quite sure he had dreamed again, though about what he couldn’t remember.

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About Michael S. Fedison:

Michael S. Fedison was born in Rochester, New York, and now lives with his wife, Sarah, and regal cat, Luke, in the green hills of central Vermont. Michael has been writing creatively for as long as he can remember, and has had short fiction published in several literary magazines, including Iconoclast and The Written Word. He works as a full-time technical writer and also is a freelance proofreader and copy editor.

Michael has been a lover of imaginative stories his entire life. He enjoys any story that takes you by the hand, lifts you up, and transports you to another place, a new and creative way of looking at the world around us.

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Genre: Paranormal Romance, Vampires, Werewolves

Released September 24th, 2013 through Solstice Publising


A vampire and a slayer walk into a bar… Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but for Veronica and Mackenzie, it’s the beginning of the rest of their lives…

The world has seen its fair share of evil, but Veronica Chase had no idea such monsters truly existed. Werewolves, poltergeists, witches… even vampires. Ignorance was bliss. But her reality was crushed on that horrid day her family was taken away from her. Now, Veronica has devoted her entire life to hunting those very creatures, searching for the werewolf pack that murdered her parents in hopes of finding her abducted sister. Nothing will get in her way of settling the score for the hand she was unjustly dealt. That is until her newest assignment brings her to her knees.

After one hundred and eight years on earth, Mackenzie Jones thought he had seen it all. With the exception of daylight of course, but that’s what comes with the territory being a vampire and all. Perpetually damned to live his life as a bartender in the shadows of the night, nothing has sparked his interest lately. Just once he wished something exciting would happen in his mundane life. Little did he know, his wish was about to come true. Walking through the door to his bar, and into his heart, Mackenzie allows love to take the wheel for the first time. There’s just one slight problem. She’s there to kill him.



Veronica took a seat on an empty stool in a deserted corner, far enough away from anyone to hear a conversation. He glanced her way and held up a finger to let her know he’d be right over. Mackenzie was currently busy talking with two girls, a blond and a brunette, who were both dressed to kill and definitely playing him up. The blond kept laughing louder than necessary, while the brunette playfully hit his arm.

Veronica rolled her eyes. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain what they were after. However, his demeanor suggested that he was uninterested. Either that or just very naïve. Points for her if that were the case. When he was finally able to remove himself from the talkative twins, he made his was over to take her order.

“What can I get you?” Mackenzie asked with his back to her, ringing out another customer on the cash register. He had no clue that she held the fate of his life in her hands.

“Make it a Bloody Mary,” she requested. Trying to see if she could get him to turn around, she hoisted her messenger bag onto the bar, making a loud thump in the process.

He cocked his head toward her, and raised an eyebrow. “You sure you can handle it? I like mine extra hot.”

“Yeah, ninety-eight point six degrees,” she muttered under her breath. “Bring it on Mackenzie, I like a challenge.” He turned around at the mention of his name.

God, he’s gorgeous, Veronica thought. Shit, is he using mind control on me? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Now was her chance– all she had to do was hop over the bar and stake him. Easy enough, right?

“Now that I have your undivided attention, let me introduce myself. I’m Veronica Chase and I’ll be your slayer tonight.” She took a stake out of her bag and placed it on the bar. “Any questions?”

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