By Alicia Dean (Guest Blogger)
Do
you remember the old classic Gothic Mystery romances such as The
Shivering Sands by Victoria Holt, Rebecca by Daphne du
Maurier and Hunter’s Green by Phyllis A. Whitney? No? Maybe
you’re too young. Believe me, I am not. These stories hold strong
and special memories for me. I used to devour them. I would read them
and become lost in the mysterious moors, captivated by the brooding
hero, frightened by the ghostly occurrences, totally engrossed in the
gothic realm.
I
thought it would be fun to revive the genre, and even more fun to do
so as a group project, involving authors from all over the world.
About a year ago, I put some calls out and gathered interested
authors for a series of gothic mystery novellas. Each would be an
individual, stand-alone story, but they would share the same series
name and all have a recurring thread. After a discussion with my
fellow A World of Gothic Authors, we decided the recurring thread
would be a Spinel stone. Each story must feature the stone in some
way, and its role could be as insignificant or as important as the
author wished it to be. If you haven’t heard of Spinels, they are
unique and fascinating stones that come in a wide array of colors,
some with their own special meaning, and varying in value from
worthless to highly valuable. It was fun reading the stories and
seeing how the different authors incorporated the stone.
Our
gothic series includes authors from, and stories set in, Scotland,
Greece, Ireland, Texas, Florida, France, Louisiana, and Oklahoma,
which is where mine is set. My contribution to the series is titled
Haunting at Spook Light Inn and is based on an actual
spook light phenomenon that appears in Northeastern Oklahoma, only a
few miles from where my sister and brother-in-law live. To help with
researching the book, I took a road trip to the area with my friends,
Kathy and Krysta. My sister Ruth drove us out to ‘spook light
road.’ We didn’t see the light, (Well, Kathy and I thought
we saw it, but we’re not sure. And the two naysayers with us claim
we didn’t, so I guess I’ll say we didn’t…), but we had a good
time, and it was helpful for getting a feel for my story.
Giveaway:
In the comments, please tell me if you’ve had any supernatural
encounters, or if you think it’s all hogwash. I’ll draw three
names, and the winners will each receive a $5 Amazon gift card.
Thank
you for visiting me today!
About Haunting
at Spook Light Inn:
Amidst
a blizzard, paranormal debunker Camille Burditt arrives at Devil’s
Promenade in Oklahoma to research a supernatural 'spook light'
phenomenon for her latest book. There she encounters a ghostly being,
which she dismisses as a figment of her imagination. But as the
apparition becomes too persistent to deny, Camille realizes the
woman’s ghost is quite real—and that her demise was not
accidental.
Declan Rush—the inhospitable, reclusive owner of the inn where Camille is staying—is linked to the deceased woman, but he is less than forthcoming. Despite his unfriendliness, Camille is oddly drawn to him, even though she suspects his connection to the spirit might be that of killer to victim.
When another suspicious death occurs, Camille intensifies her investigation. She has precious little time to ferret out the truth. Not only is her book deadline looming—she's desperate to discover if the man she’s falling for is a murderer.
Declan Rush—the inhospitable, reclusive owner of the inn where Camille is staying—is linked to the deceased woman, but he is less than forthcoming. Despite his unfriendliness, Camille is oddly drawn to him, even though she suspects his connection to the spirit might be that of killer to victim.
When another suspicious death occurs, Camille intensifies her investigation. She has precious little time to ferret out the truth. Not only is her book deadline looming—she's desperate to discover if the man she’s falling for is a murderer.
Excerpt
I
was about to turn back when I heard the murmur of a male voice
carried on the wind. An irrational prickle of fear swept through me,
but I dismissed it. There was nothing to fear out here. Why would
there be? Well, maybe coyotes, but that had definitely been a human
voice.
I
stood still and cocked my ear, trying to figure out where the sound
came from. It came again. I rounded the carriage house and ended up
back where the trail had forked. I took the other path this time.
A
glimpse through the trees made me halt. A man. I moved closer and
recognized Declan, although his back was to me. Three headstones were
spaced four feet apart. Declan stood in front of a white marble
teardrop-shaped stone with roses carved into the side that looked
newer than the others.
His
sister’s grave?
He
wore a charcoal gray wool trench coat with the collar pulled up
around his neck. His breath came out like wisps of smoke in the cold
air. Snow dampened his dark blonde hair, making it look almost black.
He was unaware of my presence. His focus was on the grave.
Sympathy
pierced my heart, and I blinked back tears. He looked so forlorn, so
alone. I had to tighten my hands into fists inside my coat pockets to
keep from reaching out to him. My efforts wouldn’t be welcome.
After
several moments of silence, I began to wonder if I’d really heard
his voice. Although I’d had to take the path to get here, a small
grouping of trees were all that separated this area from the carriage
house, so it was possible. But had he been speaking to his sister? He
didn’t seem the type of man to give in to sentiments such as
talking to a dead loved one.
I
no sooner had the thought than he spoke again. “I’m sorry,
Eleanor. I wish we’d gotten along better, but I did love you. I
never wanted this to happen. I only wanted to protect you.”
Feeling
like a spy and not wanting to continue intruding on his privacy, I
stepped back. My foot landed on an icy tree branch lying on the
ground, and the sound cracked like a firecracker in the still
afternoon.
Declan
whirled to look at me.
My
heart leapt to my throat.
His
expression tightened in anger. “Ms. Burditt? What in God’s name
are you doing out here?”
“I—I
was just…taking a walk.” I cast a guilty glance over my shoulder,
then looked back at him.
He
peered in the direction from which I’d come. “You were at the
carriage house?” The words were barked like an accusation.
“Y-yes.
I just…” I took a deep breath, suddenly feeling the cold even
though the wind was still calm. “I just came upon it. I didn’t go
in. The doors were locked.” I realized my error as soon as I said
the words. Too late to take them back.
“You
tried to get in?” He stalked over until he stood directly in
front of me, looming like a dark angry cloud. “The carriage house
is off limits. Stay away from it, do you understand me?”
I
swallowed. “I wasn’t going to hurt anything, I was just curio—”
“I
said stay away.” His voice was deadly, his eyes molten steel. “Do
I make myself clear?”
For
one brief moment, the fury in his eyes made me think he might
be capable of murder after all. Namely, mine. I couldn’t speak, so
I only nodded. He held my gaze for a few more gut wrenching moments,
then stormed away.
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About the Author
Author
Alicia Dean began writing stories as a child. At age 10, she wrote
her first ever romance (featuring a hero who looked just like Elvis
Presley, and who shared the name of Elvis’ character in the movie,
Tickle Me), and she still has the tattered, pencil-written
copy. Alicia is from Moore, Oklahoma and now lives in Edmond. She has
three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and
family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but
has also written in other genres, including a few vintage
historicals. She is a freelance editor in addition to being an editor
for The Wild Rose Press.
Other
than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL
(she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories)
and watching (and rewatching) her favorite televisions shows like The
Walking Dead, Dexter, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, Vampire
Diaries, and The Originals. Some of her favorite authors are Michael
Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan
Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name
a few.
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