Blurb
In
the shadows of the heart, love is the greatest refuge.
Rachel
Winestock is in a bad spot. She needs to get her Nana out of an
abysmal assisted living center no ifs, ands, or buts about it. With
the help of her demon cat Thickety, she agrees to put her
ghost-hunting mettle back to the test after a horrific accident
nearly claimed the life of her best friend. Ghosts are drawn to
Rachel, and like her Nana says, with any great gift comes a great
responsibility.
Matt
Rutledge suffers no fool lightly—especially frauds who prey on the
weak and grieving. A professional reality show host, he's seen his
fair share of bad apples. One look at Rachel has him wondering just
which side of the barrel she falls into. He knows there's something
bad within the walls of Bremore Asylum. The voices of the past are
alive behind the imposing iron gates. Now he just has to prove it.
When
Rachel agrees to take the job investigating the disappearance of a
fellow ghost hunter at Bremore Asylum, she is totally unprepared for
the sexy and stubborn psychic debunker Matt Rutledge to be a part of
the package. Can these two opposing forces, with the help of a very
cranky demon cat, find the answers behind the asylum's crumbling
walls before the asylum's grim history repeats itself?
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Excerpt
Rachel
Winestock quietly let herself into the room where her grandmother lay
nestled under the sheets, the blankets swallowing her slender frame.
Pale and shrunken, she was a frail shadow of what she had been months
ago. Rachel smiled at the sound of her steady breathing and light
snoring. Nana needed her rest and was stubborn about admitting it.
Peering over at her wizened face, her grandmother’s lips appeared
chapped.
Damn
it. What do these people have against ChapStick?
It
wasn’t fair. Nana appeared to be shrinking right before her eyes.
Rachel had already lost her parents. She didn’t want to lose Nana
too. It was too much. Especially after everything they’d been
through over the last year. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes
and she fought against them. She had to be strong.
No.
If
Nana woke up and found her crying, there would be hell to pay. Rachel
sniffled and forced her emotions in check.
“She
needs to get out of here.” Thickety blurted out, his shadowy form
hidden in the dimness of the room. His long cat tail flicked his
distain, and he edged his head toward Rachel. Red eyes glowed from
his smoky black form that could be as solid or transparent as he
needed it to be. “The smell is worse than a cat box.”
“Why
do you insist on following me? Can’t you just leave well enough
alone?” Rachel ground out, trying her hardest not to make eye
contact with the demonic cat. He’d been in her life since she could
remember and nowhere along the way had it ever been easy. “And I
know that. Look at those bruises.”
“Hey.
I’m doing you a solid here. You want to know where the missing
bracelet is that used to be on her arm? I’d look at that attendant
down the hall.”
“The
last time I listened to you someone almost died.”
“Don’t
you mean ignore? I told you the child was in the house, not to go
poking into foundation walls with no structure to hold them up.
There’s a difference, sweet cheeks.” Thickety raised his paw and
licked at his foot. “Remember I was right. Just because your friend
decided to get a little crazy with a mallet and found herself buried
was not my fault.”
Rachel
sucked in a breath and gritted her teeth. “Look. I came here to see
my grandmother. Can we save the arguments for later?”
“Fine.”
The cat yawned and crept closer, his eyes focused on Rachel’s Nana.
“She used to be livelier than this. What are they feeding her?”
“I
don’t know but whatever it is, it’s not enough. She looks
terrible.” Weak and more fragile than she had ever seen her, Rachel
had to do something to get her out of here. Even if that something
was take a job working for Harold Danvers. The past was the past. It
was easy to say that until the nightmares came, leaving her shaking
in her bed covered in sweat.
About
the Author
Dana
Wright has always had a fascination with things that go bump in the
night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not to
maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster
movies with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More
commonly, she is chained to her computers, writing like a woman
possessed. She is currently working on several children's stories,
young adult fiction, romantic suspense, short stories and is trying
her hand at poetry. She is a contributing author to Ghost Sniffer’s
CYOA, Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women in Horror” issue in
February 2013 and "Revenge" in October 2013, a contributing
author to Potatoes!, Fossil Lake, Of Dragons and Magic: Tales of the
Lost Worlds, Undead in Pictures, Potnia, Shadows and Light, Dark
Corners (upcoming), Wonderstruck, Shifters: A Charity Anthology, Dead
Harvest, Monster Diaries, Holiday Horrors and the Roms, Bombs and
Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media.
She
is the author of Asylum, The Invitation and Texas
Twister. Dana has also reviewed music for Muzikreviews.com
specializing in New Age and alternative music and has been a
contributing writer to Eternal Haunted Summer, Massacre Magazine,
Metaphor Magazine, The Were Traveler October 2013 edition: The Little
Magazine of Magnificent Monsters, the December 2013 issue The Day the
Zombies Ruled the Earth. She currently reviews music at New Age Music
Reviews and Write a Music Review.
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1 comment:
Welcome to Beyond Romance, Dana.
Asylum sounds complicated.
But as the slave of two felines, I've just gotta ask...isn't every cat a demon cat?
Good luck with the book!
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