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She’s a small town librarian and an exorcist . . .

The Awakening Book 1 The Bloodmane Chronicles by Sara BrookeToday’s Sneak Peek is from the paranormal (with romantic elements) The Awakening: Book 1 The Bloodmane Chronicles by Lachesis Publishing author Sara Brooke. The Awakening is a compelling and riveting book about a librarian who discovers she has the ability to perform exorcisms on people who are possessed by demons.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Everything she knows . . .

Renda Bloodmane is a quiet librarian, who lives a quiet life, in a small quiet town in Florida. Her days consist of going to work (which she loves) and watching old Hollywood movies with her dog Jane (which she also loves). Her life is just fine, if a tad on the dull side. So, when her best friend from college, Bobbie Trillo, invites her to visit her family in Georgia, Renda decides a vacation is in order. Bobbie has moved back in with her mother and brother after her parents’ divorce. Things aren’t going well for her mother, and Bobbie needs Renda’s friendship and support.

Everything she believes . . .

Renda soon discovers that there is a lot more going on in the Trillo household than meets the eye. The moment she sets foot in the Trillo home, Renda starts seeing ghosts everywhere she turns. But one very unique ghost stands out from the rest. A sinfully attractive man named Cole, who died more than one hundred years ago, begins to haunt Renda’s every thought. He warns her there is evil in the house and it’s attacking Bobbie’s mother. Only Renda can stop the demon from taking over and destroying the entire family.

Will never be the same . . .

Renda can’t believe she’s seeing dead people. She can’t believe she’s attracted to a dead man. And most of all, she can’t believe that she’s the chosen one who has to fight a centuries-old powerful demon. But there is more to Renda Bloodmane than even she realizes. Her quiet, ordered life is about to change and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

EXCERPT:

As I slowly opened my eyes, I could hear various noises outside my door. There seemed to be several people talking―some with strange British accents that sounded clipped and distinct. Looking over at Jane, I could see that she was awake as well and was literally sitting at the door with her back to me. She looked over her shoulder at me as if to say, “Come on. We’ve got to see what’s out there!”

So I decided to be brave and find out.

Sitting up, I slid my feet into my favorite green slippers and slowly shuffled to the door. Jane hadn’t moved and remained in her upright position. She didn’t greet me as I walked up, nor did she turn her head for a gentle petting.

When I opened the door, she raced out and disappeared into the darkness. I whispered her name, trying to get her to come back, but it was impossible to see where she’d gone.

I was immediately distracted in my effort to find her, because the hallway was now filled with a strange yellow glow and it helped my eyes adjust to a very unusual sight.

There, in the middle of the hallway, was a large group of people, but there was something wrong with them.

One woman was leaning over the railing, rocking back and forth and singing songs to herself, while a trail of vomit leaked out of the side of her pale mouth and traveled down her neck, staining her old fashioned white blouse.

A man was slowly walking down the hallway, dragging an ax behind him, but he was missing one of his arms.

Two children played together in the center of the hallway, but they were both badly burned.

And there were many more people, but they all looked injured or . . . dead.

My mind raced and threatened to shut down altogether. In the midst of the chaos, small white orbs traveled up and down the hallway. Once in a while, an orb would stop and then grow until it became one of the ghosts. Other times, an orb would simply flit around back and forth until it connected with a wall and disappeared.

“It’s a strange sight, isn’t it?”

The voice came from behind me and nearly caused my heart to stop.

It was Cole.

Turning around, I answered as calmly as I could, “Um, yes. What is all this?”

Cole stood there amidst all of the strange people, yet despite his handsome profile, seemed to fit in perfectly. Perhaps it was the fact that he was pale like the others or that he was wearing clothing not of this era. But unlike the others, he made my heart race from fear and something else―was it attraction? I couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter. He was as weird as the rest of them, and I needed to be on my guard.

“You can see us,” he said quietly. “It seems you’re able to bridge the gap between our worlds.”

“Are all of you . . . dead? Are you ghosts or something?”

LIKE WHAT YOU’VE READ SO FAR?

You can get The Awakening at Lachesis Publishing, as well as amazon.com, barnes and noble, kobo, and iTunes.

Sara Brooke is an Amazon bestselling author of horror, paranormal romance, and suspense fiction.

A lifelong avid reader of all things scary, Sara’s childhood dream was to write books that make readers sleep with their lights on. She hopes that isn’t too troubling for the thousands of readers worldwide who have purchased her books.

Sara resides in beautiful South Florida. 

You can Like Sara’s facebook page  – called, The Bloodmane Chronicles . Connect with Sara on facebook and on her website. Sara welcomes feedback and questions from readers.

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Sneak Peek Monday: The Accidental Witch by Jessica Penot (paranormal with romantic elements)

THE ACCIDENTAL WITCH COVERIt’s Halloween season so get your spooky on with Today’s Sneak Peek,  The Accidental Witch by Jessica Penot (paranormal with romantic elements). It’s funny, scary, clever, and features a heroine that you will just love to bits.

What it’s about:

Phaedra Michaels is a small town psychologist who is beginning to lose hope. Two of her patients at the local hospital in Dismal, Alabama have just killed themselves, she’s still reeling from her divorce and what turned out to be a disastrous marriage, and her father has died, leaving her without any notion of who her real mother is.

Just as Phaedra decides to commit herself to a serious drinking problem and an eating disorder, or two, a mysterious spell book arrives in the mail. Feeling desperate, Phaedra uses it to cast spells to save her fading patients. Suddenly, good things start happening.  Phaedra’s patients begin to get better and she even starts dating the sexy doctor from the hospital.

Phaedra is so happy she doesn’t notice the small things that start to go wrong in Dismal, or the dark creatures slithering out of the shadows near her house. When Phaedra finally realizes her spells have attracted every card-carrying demon from hell, she has no choice but to accept help from a slightly nerdy, 500 year-old warlock with a penchant for wearing super hero T-shirts and a knack for getting under Phaedra’s skin. Now, if only she could get the hang of this witch thing, she might be able to save her town.

EXCERPT:

I carefully pulled the twine and the brown paper fell off. Beneath the paper was a large, leather bound book. It looked like an old journal or recipe book. It was tied together with a red ribbon and the ribbon held numerous pieces of paper. I ran my hands over the smooth leather and read the title of the book. It simply said Spells.

I laughed and pulled the red ribbon that held the book together. The book fell open. Inside, it was like a recipe book a mother would pass on to a daughter. There were old typed pages with handwritten notes in the margins. There were pages added with handwritten spells on them and drawings.

“What the hell?” I said as I leafed through the old book. There were potions and summoning spells and candle spells. In-between pages, there were pressed flowers and herbs and some of the pages were stained with old candle wax.

I set the book down and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. At least the kitchen was done. It looked like any other modern kitchen. It had granite counter tops and marble floors. I’d spared no expense making it look like something that belonged in an old southern mansion. I wanted the house to be perfect and I had Johnny Boy’s money to help me achieve that dream. The lights flickered when I entered. I would have to talk to Lawson about that in the morning. I took a beer out of the fridge and opened it. I had a sip and grabbed a roll of cookie dough. Armed with the cookie dough and beer, I returned to the book. It had fallen off the counter, to the floor, and was opened to a page. I laughed again. The page it had opened to was love spells. That was just what I needed.

I sat down and ate and drank and leafed through the book. I stopped at a page with an interesting picture on it. The spell was an awakening spell. It awakened you to the supernatural world. I hesitated and looked at the script around it.

Something fell upstairs and the lights went out. I fumbled around and found the nearest flashlight and switched it on just as the lights flickered back on.

“Lawson, you asshole,” I said as I turned the flashlight off. “The wiring is done in the parlor, my ass.”

A sudden wave of fatigue washed over me and I picked up my mess and carted my sorry butt upstairs. I climbed into bed with my flashlight. I still had the book of spells. It had been so long since someone had given me something that I had forgotten what it felt like. I knew the book was more than weird. It bordered on creepy. A normal woman would probably burn the damn thing, but I wasn’t a normal woman. I was a lonely divorcée living in a house known to be haunted, but I loved it the way most people love their pets. I was the daughter of a man who had made it clear that he loathed me, with a step-mother who’d bought me toilet paper for Christmas. The creepy book was wonderful to me. It meant that someone out there, even if they were a freak, cared about me, and freak love was better than no love at all.

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