Tuesday, September 20, 2016

My Own Personal Ghost

Do you believe in ghosts?

I know I do. But that might be because I have my own personal ghost. About the age of twenty-three, my ghost started appearing to me regularly.

Let's preface this with a mention that around that same time, several tragedies meant I lost multiple loved ones over the course of a year or two. In researching ghosts, the two most common types of sightings either involve a haunted location or involve loved ones who've passed. For those loved ones who've passed, most family members report seeing them most frequently right after their death, with the frequency decreasing as time goes by.

So based on timing and events, my assumption has always been that my ghost falls into the second category--a loved one. My sightings weren't at locations where I knew any of my loved ones, however. All my sightings were in new and differing locations, including hotel rooms. I would wake up and a man--indistinguishable features, just a presence--would be standing over me. And would scare the ever-living daylights out of me. Every darn time.

This went on for years. Sometimes I would even wake up, heart pounding, and throw things (like  my pillow) or kick out at the apparition. Finally, I got used to seeing my ghost on a regular basis. One night I woke to find him standing directly beside me. Very calmly, I said, "It scares me when you stand so close. Can you please stay at the end of the bed?" And after that night, he always showed up at the end of the bed.

That was when I concluded that my ghost must be a loved one watching over me. My own personal bodyguard. It's been more than a decade, and I no longer see my ghost every night. In fact, he only pops up every once in a while. Every couple of months or so.

Now, I could easily explain everything away by saying I squeeze my eyes shut when I sleep, especially when I'm stressed and at night it takes a while for my eyes to clear. But where's the fun in that? Besides? Would my poor eyes know to stand at the end of the bed? Nope!

When I wrote A Ghost of a Chance, my story in the recently released Moon, Mist, & Magic anthology, I drew upon my own experience with a loved one watching over me, and tried to give my ghost-whisperer, Josie, her own personal ghost. With a twist, of course, because she has a chance to save her brother.

What I find particularly fascinating is that, during the release of the book, I participated in a few Facebook parties, during which I would play a game asking others about their own ghost experiences. You'd be amazed (or maybe not) at how many people have personal ghost stories. Even being able to describe the ghost's physical form in detail, and multiple family members sighting a ghost. With so many folks having experienced ghosts, how can you not believe?

Do you have a ghost story? I'd love to hear it!



Award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and resides in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.


Moon, Mist, & Magic (A Paranormal Romance Anthology)

Friday, September 16, 2016

Why Yes, I Do Believe in Ghosts

Do Ghosts really exist?

I think they do, and not just at Halloween, although we may be more likely to see them during that season when the veil between the worlds is thin.

Maybe we're simply more likely to dwell on ghosts and the spirits of our departed as fall, the dark side of the year, descends upon us, and the season's growth slows, browns, and finally, dies.

The most popular explanation of ghosts are the departed souls of people who left this life abruptly, and still don't understand that they are dead. Others believe ghosts are those who have left some important thing undone in their life, or having suffered some great injustice, are sticking around to do that last chore or correct that injustice.

My favorite theory evolves from physics. If you think back to high school science lessons, you will recall that energy cannot be destroyed, only converted to some other form. People are bundles of energy, so I ask you: what happens to that energy when a person dies?

If energy doesn't die with the human body, but is instead converted to something else…where does it go? And what does it look like?

 There are as many theories as there are religions on earth, plus some that have nothing to do with a religious leaning. Those who believe in ghosts think that all or part of that energy remains on earth, albeit in a different form. Since I also believe in reincarnation, I not only accept the presence of ghostly energy, but also imagine a living pool of energy, blended spirits of human, plant and animal, circling throughout the cosmos, with new life siphoned from it constantly.

But, to get back to earth—the energy present in a person's home is the result of all the energetic beings within it. The people (and pets) who live in a certain home eventually imprint that structure with their energies.  Have you ever walked into someone's house and immediately felt welcomed and happy? Believers would say the occupants' positive energies are part of the house. On the other hand, consider a home where there was a murder, a suicide, or some other violent episode—even a contentious divorce. That turbulent energy could cause a house to become haunted.

I confess, once a paranormal writer accepts the possibility of ghosts, so many scene possibilities arise (pun intended). 
   
First encounters with a ghostly entity, even a friendly one, can be terrifying, as the main character in my book, Song of the Ancients, discovers, when the veil between the worlds is parted during a Samhain ritual on All Hallows' Eve:

The man in the circle knelt beside a mound of dirt, digging his hands deep, cupping the soft red earth in his palms as he stood and began to chant.

"Dust to dust,
The rocks in time dissolve
Into the oneness of the Universe.
I call forth the Ancient Ones
To join us and impart their wisdom."

He raised his arms in front of him and parted his fingers, allowing the soil to fall between them to the ground.

I watched as the soil began to swirl like a tiny dust devil in a powerful wind. Dozens of ghostly dust plumes formed around him, nearly filling the circle.

Again he raised his eyes to the dark sky, moving his arms in a sweeping motion, as if catching and gathering something. He yelled, to be heard above the noise of the swirling dust and sand:
"At this time the veil between the worlds thins.
The gates are thrown open.
I welcome the spirits who have gone before,
The Others who pass between the two worlds.
Ancestors of old, arise now!
Join the human bridge awaiting you!"

From the shadows cast by the flickering fire, I watched one of the dust devils separate from the others and spin toward me. Its outline changed. I stared at the top of the swirl, and two glowing eyes stared back. An arm formed, then a second, reaching toward me.

The air in the circle became unbearably hot. I wiped sweat out of my eyes, and was slammed with a vision of the person inside the dust, so clear it stopped my heart for one terrified beat. This can't be happening! The wraith bore the face of my mother, dead for three years.

I tried to get away, but me feet tangled with the woman on my left. The ghost grabbed for me, raking the back of my hand with her fingernails. I screamed, sucking my breath in ragged pants. She reached for my face with both hands, but I scrambled away from her outstretched arms.

The ghost stepped back, her eyes filled with sadness. Terror gripped my mind like a vise. I could think of nothing but escape. I flailed and kicked and crawled from the circle until I could stand, and run.

What do you think about ghosts, souls, energy and reincarnation? I would love to hear from you.






Sandy Wright loves to take ordinary characters and thrust them into extraordinary situations.
In her debut novel, Song of the Ancients, a Midwestern woman moves west for a fresh start. Instead, she becomes the prey in an ancient war to open an underworld portal buried in Sedona, Arizona's magical red rocks.

Readers interested in the dark side of our supernatural world will enjoy of this paranormal suspense series, written by a real-life Wiccan high priestess.











 



Thursday, September 15, 2016

Geekdom

Everybody has an inner geek. In high school, ah heck even now, I embraced my inner geek and continue to allow it to shine. Never one to follow conformity, I still follow my passion even when others give me the side eye. Why am I talking about this? Because it's this part of me that shines the most when I write my stories. Every author has a 'voice' and my inner geek speaks loud when I place pen to paper. (See, I still write my first draft longhand.)


On a long drive back to Canada, my native land, to visit my hometown. I flashed back to my days of major dorkdom when it wasn't cool to be different. A girl who liked science fiction? Who was a trekkie AND a whovian? Who wanted to be a Jedi? Let's just say the bullies had a field day with me. and I grew up insecure. I reflected on how much I'd changed since then, yet somehow still hung onto my fandom. I still loved all those things and wasn't ashamed.

What would it have been like if I'd grown up in a werewolf pack instead? This question sparked a really important desire. The underdog movement.  Did shifters have their own versions of geeks? 

Being a mixed culture of both human and wolf, we imagine them to be hot and sexy. Full of animal magnetism wanting to dominate and keep a mate for life.





 What about the ones who lived on the fringe of the pack? The different people, who live on the out skirts of their society, my brethren, who go by all sorts of names. In wolf packs these individuals are called Omegas, the scapegoats of the pack. I could relate. I'd lived there myself. 

How would werewolf omegas live? Could they band together? Would the pack allow them to do that? If they needed to defend themselves who would teach them?

Inspired by these questions came forth The Vanguards and later The Vanguard Elite, where I could explore these ideas because, let's face it, sometimes a woman just needs to root for the underdog.


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Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Researching Ghosts by Diane Burton

Have you ever started researching a topic only to discover you’ve spent the better part of an hour going from one site to another to another? Those pesky side links. If I'd been at the library, my table would've been covered with books.

In a HubSpot (marketing site) article about bad habits, the author wrote about Black Hole Browsing. Although I’d never heard of that term, I knew exactly what it meant. I’ve fallen victim to that bad habit more than once. In fact, while researching the topic of ghosts for this post, I visited way too many sites.

Casper is my idea of a ghost. Although I’ve never seen a ghost, I believe others have because they believe they did. What how could I possibly write about ghosts when I write science fiction? That took some researching and before I knew it—Wham!—I’d fallen into that Black Hole.

Back on topic. I do believe the spirits of our deceased loved ones still care about us and watch over us. My main character in Mission to New Earth does, too. (Funny how that works.) An only child, Sara was suddenly orphaned at 26. We don’t think of adults as orphans, do we? After author Pauline Baird Jones wrote about losing her parents and thereby making her an orphan, I thought about myself. I guess you could say I’m an orphan, too, since both my parents are gone, though not as traumatically as Pauline’s or my character, Sara. My parents died of old age and complications of COPD and Alzheimer’s. My sibs and I had plenty of time to prepare.

Losing her parents made Sara’s decision to sign up for a one-way trip to a new planet a lot easier. Then I started to wonder. What would Sara’s folks think about her leaving the teaching world and going into training to be an astronaut? Would they approve, be fearful for her, or caution her to be safe and stay home? Would they like her choice of mate, Marsh Rayburn, former SEAL and her second in command on the mission? I never go into that in the story, but I like to think they would watch over Sara, keeping her safe. More like guardian angels than ghosts.

Mission to New Earth

Blurb:

Would you go on a one-way trip to explore a new planet? Would you do it to save humankind?

Earth’s overpopulation and dwindling resources force the United Earth Space Agency to expedite exploration of new planets for a possible new home. When new crises ensue—a giant tsunami and the threat of nuclear winter—the timeline changes. Eight years of training crammed into four. Sara Grenard and her team prepare for launch, but are they ready for the one-way trip? Will the Goldilocks planet prove just right for Earth’s inhabitants? Before time runs out.


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Diane Burton writes science fiction romance, romantic suspense, and mysteries. She blogs here on the 13th of each month. She is also a contributor to The Roses of Prose blog, posting there on the 30th. On Mondays, she muses about various topics on her own blog.

Friday, September 9, 2016

#Ghosts in the Literary Machine

Ghost stories are nothing new. In fact, ghosts and spirits have populated literature for centuries. In Shakespeare's Hamlet, the ghost of King Hamlet appears no less than three times in the telling of the tale. By their very definition, ghosts can't technically hurt us–at least not physically. Yes there are reports of ghosts throwing objects, but in most stories ghosts are limited in their ability to interact with the physical world.

In fact, ghosts that do interact with the physical world are not called spirits so much as poltergeists. And spirits are not necessarily ghosts, insomuch as a ghost is the remnant of a living being where the spirit may always have been a spirit.

So why then are we so afraid of them?

Head over to Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, and we discover the effect that four potent ghosts have on Ebenezer Scrooge. The first is Jacob Marley, who appears to Scrooge all wrapped in chains and dragging his past regrets along with him. While Marley does not actually physically hurt Scrooge, he does warn him that he faces a similar fate. No one wants to imagine that they will pass away and wake up to an afterlife in which they suffer.

It can be argued that a ghost's greatest threat is psychological.

After Marley's visit, Scrooge is visited by the ghost of Christmas past, present, and future. Of these three only the ghost of Christmas future is scary, for the spirit says nothing. Yet, he points to Scrooge's future…a lonely death. The benefit of this visitation or "haunting" is Scrooge's chance to change.

In fiction, ghosts are guideposts or catalysts for change. They may also be a punishment to torment the wicked. Still in other tales, ghosts or spirits linger behind because their work or their lives are left unfinished… they either have some task that needs to be completed or they're unwilling to abandon their loved ones.

Whether you're sitting around the campfire, staying in an old hotel, or visiting a notorious location, the idea of ghosts lingering to share their tales is provocative. So much so, that people make a living of searching for or hunting for ghosts.

Do you believe in ghosts?




Recently divorced author MacKenzie Dillon has lost her writing mojo. When she inherits her great aunt's haunted house in Virginia, she is determined to make a new start. The creepy old house provides inspiration but at what cost?

Successful architect and paranormal skeptic Justin Kent returns to Penny Hollow to fulfill his father's dying wish of revitalizing their small town. To do that, he needs the allegedly haunted estate at Summerfield. Mac, the new owner, may be gorgeous and spunky, but she refuses to sell.

These two have a dangerous history that spans the ages, but will they discover the truth in time to save their lives?

Monday, September 5, 2016

Color of Romance

Hi everyone! I've missed being here and can only say I'm happy as heck to be back though I did over sleep. Occasionally personal things get in the way and it took a while to push them aside - but I'm back!

I've been busy writing and hope you've noticed! My latest series about vampires are all multicultural/interracial with MM and MMF storylines which started as one book. However, when characters begin conversing among themselves - that often changes. One wants a story, then another, and another... With them all, romance comes in many colors!


The Triumvirate started out as WHITE BLOOD, Cayson Covett and Jackson Reynold's story written for Nightshade Collections in honor of Loving Day in June of this year. I didn't see I WON'T STOP coming until Layne Indigo smacked me on the head and said: "Really? Did you expect I'd sit by quietly and let those other guys have all the sex...umm, I meant fun!" I'm glad he complained because I enjoyed writing his story. It was even better getting to know Julius Talmane in TWICE THE BURN. He kind of needled everyone in the first two stories and plain just screwed around living on the fringes of life but when he finds his mate, Isaiah 'Ice' Sims, and then falls for Layne's mother, things get pretty sticky considering Juls and Layne were once together! Watching him find happiness made me feel good and Julius' story has become my favorite.

They are all at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.




Here's a bit from TWICE THE BURN:

Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever dream of touching.

One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention; another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son, Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!

Normally better at camouflaging what he felt, Isaiah shivered as if someone walked over his grave. More importantly, why had the monster set up shop in his psyche? Bastard continued to sift through every open pathway stealing bits and pieces of his mundane life. “Get the fuck out!” he growled.
“Ice, dude!”
Looking up he realized not only the chef eyed him, two other employees peered at him through shelving. “I’ll be back.” Both men stepped aside when he limped past and headed up a flight of stairs to his spacious apartment. Locking the door, he immediately began to strip clothes off on the way to his bathroom. “No, no, not now, not a man.” Don’t let him see! Stepping in the shower, he set the faucet to spew tepid water down his body which, though it felt overheated, continued to tremble as though ice water sloshed through his veins. “I will kill you if I ever lay eyes on you.” Christ, he’d never felt one like this, not attached to every sensual nerve linked to his brain cells, not burrowed so deep inside him… “Jesus, God, help me.” He allowed water to sluice down his back while soaping his chest and belly. Reaching his crotch, he begged, “Please, please don’t watch me.”
* * *
Julius had dematerialized and ended standing in front of a mirror in his suite’s bathroom thinking first thing he should do is inform Layne. Empathic individuals were scarce and many of those surviving had been mustered by vampires into service, their abilities honed and used as instruments against their own people.
“Not him, not Isaiah Sims. Leave him be.” Julius never desired anyone this much except… No! He thought he’d shoved her from his mind. Falling the fuck apart. Ignoring his own advice, Julius planted himself in the man’s psyche where Isaiah discovered him immediately, felt Julius’ furtive tentacles reach into every corner of his brain snatching parts of his life. “Christ, he almost controls his power.” Many empaths shut down completely by leaving society and they subsisted away from anything living. Some lost their minds and lived out remaining days in mental institutions while many more, unable to handle the cacophony of voices as well as feelings rattling through their heads, ended their lives before they even reached adulthood.
Julius had travelled up steps with Ice and entered a large apartment where he undressed, scrambled through an airy room into his bathroom, and turning water on, he stepped under a cool spray. Julius grasped every move, he even began to stroke his cock in time with Ice until he made a fantastic discovery. His heart thundered at learning Isaiah had yet to give himself to a man, take pleasure the way he always dreamed. “Mine!” Julius exclaimed.
Trying to remain quietly ensconced in Isaiah’s head wasn’t easy. In fact, he failed miserably as his own neediness swept through his body and rendered his dick so hard his vision blurred, but then Isaiah pleaded, Please, please don’t watch me. Agony in his words dropped Julius to one knee.
Julius Talmane’s existence had become one of imparting pleasure to anyone interested. Stay in his head, give him what he craves. “What the fuck!” Julius, unable to regain his feet, couldn’t find it in himself to disobey such a heartfelt cry. “I can’t do this,” he whispered as he relinquished Isaiah’s mind.

The Triumvirate books 1 & 2
WHITE BLOOD
When bitten, blood runs in one color.
Cayson left Jackson and he's pissed off—Jack has one question: "How many vampires banged your ass?"

I WON'T STOP
Ancient blood runs deep and it's much colder!
Layne Indigo threw a racist prick out the window of a high rise office building in White Blood. See what he's up to in the second Triumvirate story

Hope you get to enjoy my bloody boys!

They are all at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


“Life is complicated, it’s loud. Death arrives silently.” - From TWICE THE BURN

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele




Sunday, September 4, 2016

Things That Go Bump In the Night...

by Maureen L. Bonatch

—or at least like to change your favorite television show

I believe the house we used to live in was haunted.



As a paranormal/fantasy author you’d think this observation would thrill me. Not. So. Much. Turns out, I’m very happy to experience the paranormal world in my writing, in books, and movies but not too happy to run into it in the real world.


Lucky for us, the ‘ghost’ wasn’t threatening in any real way. More of a “hey, I’m here” kind of behavior. I assumed our uninvited houseguest was the woman who used to live in the house showing her displeasure that we couldn’t maintain her once gorgeous flower gardens. But I had absolutely no green thumb and the hubs had accidently (or intentionally?) plowed over some of the overgrown plants in his efforts to get the ungainly yard back under control.


Unsplash Image courtesy of Tertia Van Rensburg

Hey, I’m Here

Our otherworldly guest left little clues that ‘she’ was still hanging around like…



  • The stove burner turned on
  • The door to the garage slowly opening
  • The dog staring into an empty room, growling at something unseen
  • A radio (which initially resisted turning off) blaring on in the basement while I slept
  • A Christmas decoration, long packed away, beginning to play when I approached the box
  • Every night when I watched my favorite show she’d change the channel. (I’m guessing she didn’t approve of my choice in sitcom.)


Eventually she moved on as the occurrences diminished and then disappeared leaving me silently relieved that I hadn’t pushed her over the edge and forced her to drag me out of bed if one of my feet escaped the protection and security of the blanket.


What Happens in the Fiction World, Stays in the Fiction World

After some contemplation, I’ve come to realize that experiencing the paranormal in the fiction world, does provide a small level of security since some things can always be relied upon. Applying these certainties from fiction/movies provides me with an irrational level of comfort.


  • Bad things only happen at night

I could be in the same place, and hear the exact same noise, but it provokes a certain level of terror if it’s dark outside. Somehow the evil, unearthly forces retreat when the sun rises as my shield of protection. Too bad mister ghost, the sun just rose, I’m in the safe zone.
  • Blankets can protect you from anything

No matter how old I get there is still a certain comfort and security found under the protection of a blanket. “Oh wait, is that a ghost/vampire/monster I heard? Quick! Get under the blanket until it leaves. It will never be able to penetrate this polyester shield!”
  • Killers never run

In just about every horror movie I’ve ever seen that features a helpless (and usually clumsy) victim fleeing from some kind of a monster. The victim is running full force yet still can’t seem to outrun the slow stride of the approaching evil. (Thus validating my personal abhorrence of running)
  • Start to worry if it gets too quiet

Ok, this only works in the movies, but it’s my cue to avert my attention so I don’t toss my popcorn or inadvertently scream. This tactic is probably intended to build suspense, but it also has the inadvertent effect of reducing spilled drinks and bruises on boyfriend/husband’s arms.
  • The music is your first clue

Grab the chair arms and hold your breath—cause something wicked this way comes. Again, this only works in the movies—unless you’re like me and constantly have music on the mind. Then you might have your own ominous tune starting up as your heart races when you turn the page.

So tell me, what do you do when something goes bump in the night?


    Moon, Mist & Magic 
     Get ready to be enchanted by mythical beasts, magical creatures, and moonlit nights. 
     Enjoy your favorite author, and perhaps discover someone new, in these five fantastic tales of paranormal romance woven with moon, mist, and magic…


Featuring Stories by
Maureen L. Bonatch, Abigail Owen,
 J.C. McKenzie, Sharon Saracino & L.A. Kelley

About Maureen
Maureen writes stories in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania that boast laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world. She writes Paranormal Romance and Fantasy.

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Thursday, September 1, 2016

Is Your House Haunted...Or is it Something Else?



My name is Sophia Kimble and I write paranormal romance. Why you ask? Well, I’ve had several paranormal experiences, and I love romance.


To decide if your house is haunted or not, let’s look at the different types of hauntings/ghosts.

1.     Residual Haunting 

This type of haunting is really just an event that happened at a location sometime in the past that got stuck on a rewinding loop. The ghost/entity does not interact, is not actually there, but energy replays something that happened long ago. It can be a visual or audio-type experience. 

Energy does not dissipate but changes form, and sometimes reforms into an event that happened before. Some of these hauntings are from a traumatic event (like battlefield ghosts) or from an action done over and over (like staircase hauntings).

     I’ve had what I think is this type of experience. I woke up one night to see an old woman staring down at me from the side of my bed, though she seemed to look straight through me. She then turned and walked through the bathroom door and disappeared.
     When you’re below that room of my house, you can occasionally hear someone walking from the bedroom, and across the bathroom floor in the same direction the old woman took...even when no one else is home.
     I’ve considered this could have been an episode of sleep paralysis, but I wasn’t paralyzed and it was totally different from my previous experience. Read more about the demon I saw and my experience with sleep paralysis here.

2.   Shadow People- 

Ghosts that appear in varied form of shadow. They can be black human shaped, hatted, wispy/smoky, hooded, or partially formed. They show themselves in many ways and often times we see them dart by from the corner of our eye. Perhaps they are intelligent ghosts who are unable to fully show themselves, or something else entirely?

3.     Intelligent Haunting

This involves the ghost/spirit of a human entity who is aware of and tries to communicate with a living person. They try to get your attention in many ways; turning things on and off, moving objects, making noise, or even hiding things. 

Some people believe this type of ghost is either trapped in our world, or has come back for a visit. Sometimes the only sign of this type of haunting are things like goosebumps, feeling of being watched, or uneasiness.

4.     Poltergeists- 

This is called a noisy ghost. They are usually very noticeable. They slam doors, turn lights on and off, break objects, move furniture, and much more.


Just seeing if you’re paying attention.

I was looking for a picture of a shadow man, and he popped up. I said, "Yes please!"



Is Your House Haunted…Or is it something else?
Current beliefs are that Poltergeist-type activity is actually caused by a living person with psychokinetic abilities (PK). PK is the ability of the subconscious mind to move objects. People who have this may not even be aware of the ability.

It has been found to show up most often in pubescent girls, though anyone can have this ability. These bursts of PK can come and go. It usually happens when the person is under duress/extreme stress.

Or…it is a ghost who is really pissed off. :)

                  A few weeks ago I was in the kitchen at the sink, mad about something, when I hear a crash right beside me. My grandmother’s plate that had hung in my kitchen for 12 years was on the floor broken to bits. In order to get this off the wall, “one” would have to lift the holder up and over the large nail head.
PK or intelligent haunting?
                  My sister was sitting in her office when an encyclopedia flew from the bookshelf behind her. These books are very difficult to get in and out of the shelf.
Ghost or PK?
I don't know the answers to these questions, but I do believe in ghosts and most all things paranormal!

There are many types of hauntings, not all are listed here, but as you can see ghosts come in all shapes, sizes, and forms. And range from wreaking total havoc to being like as benign as a movie.

So before you claim something as a haunting, be sure to consider the possibility it could be you or someone in living in your house actually causing the haunting-type experience.

I would love to hear about other people’s experiences with hauntings in the comments below.

If you'd like to read about an intelligent ghost... I've got one in my Druid's Curse series. 



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Thanks so much for stopping by

Sophia Kimble 


Monday, August 29, 2016

When the Sex isn't Working... and Other Author Tales

Grabbed your attention with that post title, didn't I? I hope so. 

I'm neck-deep in the middle of a story and I know where it's going. I know how it'll end. But sometimes I have this problem... I know the general plan, but I skip the sex. I know, crazy, right? Skipping
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the sex? I have to be nuts. Or maybe you're thinking... then why not just write the story without the sex? Yeah, that's not how the characters play things. They like it hot.


So...I end up having a problem. I have the story done, like I do with a WIP (Work in Progress), but I can't get into the mood to write the hot spots. 

What is an author to do? 

I won't lie. I have some go-to choices to get me in the mood. Sexy pictures, photos of celebrities that I appreciate, videos and some movies like The Normal Heart. But other times, the characters just don't want to cooperate. 

Then what's an author to do? 

I tend to set the story aside for a few days until the characters talk. Sometimes it's a few days. Other times it can be more than a week or two. I hate that. I like to write the story and finish. I don't like when they lag or hang around, unless there will be a second story or something along those lines. 

So this author will sit back and wait for the characters to tell me exactly how they want to have sex. I've got the start, but maybe they want the door closed for now. I'll let them. Eventually, they'll talk to me and tell me exactly what's going on. Hey, I've got horny toads for characters. They always tell me about the sex. 

Maybe you can help me...any thoughts on getting into the mood? Any suggestions you have for writing hot when the characters won't cooperate?

While we're both waiting on the characters, how about a taste from one of the books in the Battle Scarred series, You Complete Me:

Battle Scarred 4: You Complete Meby Megan SlayerM/F
Paranormal, ContemporaryNovellaLoose IdArt by Mina CarterAn AllRomance Ebooks Staff Pick!

I’ve got your back, if you’re willing to trust your enemy. 


Hagan Dean thought he was helping his friend. He was playing the role of saviorexcept he ended up left for dead in the sunshine. Vampires and sunshine dont mix. Even worse? A Hunterone of the sexiest women hes laid eyes onis ready to kill him. Hes got a lot to survive for and the odds are stacked against him, but he’s a fighter. Will the Hunter let him live another night? Or is this vampire destined to fry into a pile of soot? 
Emily Cross is a born Hunter. Her life’s work is to keep the balance between the Supers and the Supers who have stepped out of line. She’s never been keen on the Rogues taking over the Hunters. She doesn’t want to kill all the Supers…she is one! When she finds a nearly charred vampire in the woods during one of the hunts, her thoughts turn from killing to keeping him alive.
Will these two opposites come together to find common ground in order to help end the war? Or will the passion crackling between them tear their worlds apart?
Available right now from Loose Id!
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-youcompleteme-2014455-143.html


Now for an excerpt:
Copyright © Megan Slayer, 2016“Hey? What’s taking so long? I doubled back past your cottage to make sure you’d gotten home, but you weren’t there.” He leaned on the window frame. “Huh?”“What do you mean?” She tugged the elastic from her hair and regathered the ponytail. “I just took my time. I thought I heard something and had to hide. The noise left, and I was about to follow.”Ben frowned. “Em, you’re not being yourself. You’re always the first one in and the first one out. No straggling. You’re being very secretive. What’s wrong?”Beside the fact he’d come on too strong? She appreciated him acting human rather than like a jerk, but she still wanted him to get the hell away from her. “I’m just tired and moving slower.”“Are you pregnant?”She slumped against the side of her Jeep. “Pregnant,” she blurted. “How in the hell did you come to that conclusion? Slowing down one time automatically means I’m pregnant?”“When Cassadee had her baby, she was so slow on everything, and it made her useless as a hunter.”Emily sighed. She remembered her friend well. Cassadee’s hesitation during a hunt had cost her life and left her daughter without a mother. Emily wished she’d been there to help.“I’m not pregnant. Not even a spark with someone, nor am I thinking about hooking up. Thanks for your concern. I’m leaving right now. Follow me if you want.” She slid behind the wheel of her vehicle. “Ready?”“There are vampires in these woods. I would hate for you to get hurt. I’m on you like glue.” He nodded and kept right up behind her.Emily pulled onto the paved road and gripped the steering wheel tightly. If Ben only knew what she had in the back of the Jeep. He’d flip out. Good thing she’d installed heavy tinting on the windows. Good thing, indeed.

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