Shadows
of the Past
of the Past
Anne’s relationship with her boyfriend
Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week
vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week
vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and
ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world–one where the
ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world
threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of
reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve’s soul from its
torment.
ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world–one where the
ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world
threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of
reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve’s soul from its
torment.
Can Anne save her relationship and
help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A touching, compelling story of
tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The twists and turns in this
paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together
into a quest to rekindle love.
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paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together
into a quest to rekindle love.
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Excerpt
“Come, we should
leave at once,” she said and glanced nervously over her shoulder.
“Something terrible happened after you left for town. I think the Abbess
found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan’s cabin is no longer a secret. We
have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us even as we speak. I
think the Abbess, or one of her ‘friends,’ is hovering somewhere nearby and
listening to every word.”
leave at once,” she said and glanced nervously over her shoulder.
“Something terrible happened after you left for town. I think the Abbess
found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan’s cabin is no longer a secret. We
have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us even as we speak. I
think the Abbess, or one of her ‘friends,’ is hovering somewhere nearby and
listening to every word.”
Andrew pulled Genevieve to
his chest. “Do you regret you’ve come with me?”
his chest. “Do you regret you’ve come with me?”
Passion smothered
Genevieve’s doubt and guilt. “Never,” she answered, aware of her
body’s response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.
Genevieve’s doubt and guilt. “Never,” she answered, aware of her
body’s response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.
Calming
the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she
was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, “Never.”
the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she
was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, “Never.”
With
her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time,
simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious
threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought
hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.
her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time,
simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious
threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought
hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.
“Oh,
God. Please forgive me,” Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed
his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.
God. Please forgive me,” Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed
his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.
Genevieve’s
spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat when, a couple of seconds later, she
opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a knot strangers.
spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat when, a couple of seconds later, she
opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a knot strangers.
… . . .
Tears welled in Anne’s eyes,
blurring her vision. She couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping
into her heart. This should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least,
contentment. She was with Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together
should, very likely, bring their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached
from where she stood?
blurring her vision. She couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping
into her heart. This should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least,
contentment. She was with Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together
should, very likely, bring their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached
from where she stood?
Anne shivered. Why the
deep feeling of having seen this place, this forest before? And why the eerie
sensation of being present here only in the body, while her mind was far away?
deep feeling of having seen this place, this forest before? And why the eerie
sensation of being present here only in the body, while her mind was far away?
Away from the forest.
Away from Neil, the man
who’d betrayed her trust and her love.
who’d betrayed her trust and her love.
An
onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent
feeling of unreality suffocated her.
onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent
feeling of unreality suffocated her.
Anne edged cautiously
closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot tapped the edge. It seemed solid.
She stared into the darkness of the abyss at her feet. It echoed the shadows in
her heart. An unusual curiosity took
hold of her. Should she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones?
Another mystery? The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became
almost palpable. The vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth.
Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.
closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot tapped the edge. It seemed solid.
She stared into the darkness of the abyss at her feet. It echoed the shadows in
her heart. An unusual curiosity took
hold of her. Should she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones?
Another mystery? The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became
almost palpable. The vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth.
Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.
Megan’s face contorted, the voice no longer pleasant.
A hoarse gurgle, spluttering distorted words, “Yes, come… I’m waiting…
I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time…”
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