Interview Mona Sedrak Author of Six Months
Give a warm welcome to Mona Sedrak, author of Six Months, released today, October 29, 2018! Congratulations Mona!
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Mona and her new release Six Months!
What inspired you to write?
I have been an avid reader since I was a child. Reading, in many ways, saved my life and sanity. I could escape my world and enter another and forget all my troubles. Soon I learned that I could do the same thing through writing and this time, I could create any world I wanted to. I loved expressing myself through the written word from a young age and still do. I find beauty in words and their various combinations. I find understanding of events and emotions through writing. I write because I am most happy creating a story others can lose themselves in
Did you tell friends and family that you were writing a book? Or did it take a while to come out and tell friends and family you were a writer?
Before I wrote fiction, I wrote academic texts. Some of my family knows I write fiction, others do not. With this book, I am using my real name and so the world will know, and I am proud of it.
Do you see yourself in your characters?
In every story I write, I see a bit of myself in my characters and a bit of my life in my stories. I think often a writer’s life and all the people they know and the experiences they have influences their writing. For me, it happens naturally.
What do you want your readers to take away from your books?
I want readers to laugh and cry and think when they read my stories. I want them to understand the strength of forgiveness and love and the beauty and great blessing that comes with good friends and family. Hopefully, they will find a little bit of themselves in my story and even though they may cry with some of my emotional scences, at the end, they will smile and feel hopeful.
SPEED ROUND FOR A LITTLE ADDED FUN:
Speed Round (one word only answer): Yep, I know torture for a writer!<evil laugh>
Favorite movie: Gone With The Wind
Favorite book: Sense and Sensibility
Last book read: Kristen Ashley – The Time in Between
Favorite color: Grass Green
Stilettos or flipflops: flipflops
Coffee or tea: Coffee
Ebook or audiobook or paperback: audio
Pencil or pen: pen
Favorite song: You Raise Me Up
Streak or not: not
Favorite dessert: crème brulee
Favorite junk food: Cheetos
Favorite thing to do to relax: read
Champagne or gin: champagne
Paranormal or Historical: paranormal
Wonder Woman or Top Model: wonder woman
Favorite TV show: Downtown Abbey
Hot or cold: hot
POV: third person
I’d die if I don’t have: coffee
Review or Not: review
Tell us a little about Six Months.
For twenty years, Mikala Jacobson had it all: loyal friends, a precious little girl, and a man who adores her. Then double tragedy strikes and her perfect world shatters.
Good friends, Rena and Jake are instantly by her side, protecting her from her husband David’s sordid secret life and his final drunken confession.
With their help, Mikala finds strength to rebuild and redefine her life. As her spirit and heart heal, she not only finds closure, but the beauty of a new love built upon an old friendship.
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A sneak peek between the pages of Six Months.
Mikala raised her gaze to the heavens and raged. “Why? Why? Why?” With every word, she slammed her palms into the frozen earth. “Why did you have to steal my child? Why didn’t you just take me? Why did you give her to me only to reclaim her a few short years later? She was only a baby. She hadn’t lived a full life yet.” Sobbing, Mikala doubled over, her body wracked with pain. “Please, just take me to be with her. I can’t do this anymore on my own. I don’t want to. Please have mercy.”
She could beg all she wanted, but no one listened. Six months ago, her little butterfly flew to heaven. Never again would Mikala wake up to the melody of her sweet giggles or revel in the warmth of her tiny body as it settled against her own. Mikala couldn’t caress Molly’s pudgy cheeks, tickle behind her ears, or inhale her fresh little-girl scent after a bath. She couldn’t tangle her fingers through her wild mane of curls or get lost in those bottomless blue eyes that stopped most people in their tracks with their unusual color and their ability to see right through them.
Worst of all, Mikala didn’t know who she was. No longer was she a mother. She would never hear the word Mama coming from her daughter’s bow-shaped lips, giving meaning and worth to her life. Without her child, and without that title, Mikala was no one––no one special.
Mikala had lied to Molly. She didn’t catch her, hold her, or protect her like she’d promised on the day she was born. She could have and should have. But Mikala hadn’t listened to her internal alarm bell—the one that came as an added bonus the day she learned she was pregnant with Molly, and the one that warned when her precious girl was in trouble. Instead, she’d listened to all the people around her who loved her and Molly, but they had no clue what being a mother was.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” Molly had chanted as she bounced up and down on Mikala’s bed early one Saturday morning in mid-August. “It’s here. It’s today. Daddy says to get you up and get me dressed.” She dropped to her knees and crawled over Mikala, positioning her small body on top of her mother. Molly placed her head on Mikala’s breast as her itsy-bitsy fingers tiptoed their way to Mikala’s armpits and dug in.
Mikala smiled and grabbed Molly’s hands in one of hers as her other arm banded around the giggling girl and pulled her even closer. She breathed in Molly.
About the Author
Mona Sedrak lives in Cincinnati, Ohio and works as a university administrator and professor. Although she has co-published two academic books, she is now writing mainstream fiction and women’s fiction. She is an avid reader and is probably Audible’s best customer.
Writing and reading fiction is her escape from reality.
Mona lives with her husband of 31 years, a geriatric maltipoo, and an Amazon Parrot named Pretzel. She binge watches too many shows to count and she loves fine brandy.
You can find Mona on social media sites below:
Website: https://www.monasedrak.com/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Mona-Sedrak/e/B003VGUOZQ
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorMSedrak
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/MonaSedrakAuthor/
Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4563964.Mona_Sedrak
Email: AuthorMonaSedrak@gmail.com
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authormonasedrak/
Facebook Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/MonasReaderGroup/
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Six Months!
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Legacy of Magic by Author Denise Carbo
Give a warm welcome to Denise Carbo author of Legacy of Magic. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Denise and her Legacy of Magic!
What paranormal creature would you be and why?
A witch, of course! Who wouldn’t want to have special powers or abilities? Although my heroine, Cory Bishop, has her doubts when she discovers she is a witch.
What would you do if a Vampire showed up at your door?
My husband jokes I’m a vampire because I’m allergic to garlic, have pale skin, and cannot be exposed to the sun too long without getting sick. So, although I doubt I would invite a vampire in, we could commiserate on the loss of Italian food and sunbathing on the beach.
Why did you choose the cover concept you did?
Cory’s powers derive from the Earth, specifically plants. There’s various scenes with trees mentioned, particularly a rather humorous one involving an apple tree. I don’t want to give too much away, but solar eclipses are important to the story line.
What’s your favorite part of being an author?
I love coming up with an idea and then expanding on it until I have a story. Creating characters and throwing them into various situations and seeing how they react is fun.
If you could have one superpower, what would it be and why?
Time Travel. There’s never enough time in the day to accomplish everything I want to do! Turning back the clock on wrinkles wouldn’t be bad either.
Speed Round (one word only answer): Yep, I know torture for a writer!<evil laugh>
Favorite scary movie: Alien (I’m sorry, but I have to add a disclaimer. I’m a bit of a chicken. I don’t watch or read horror. Sci-fi scary is all I can handle.lol)
Favorite scary book: Interview with a Vampire
Last scary book read:
Favorite color: Blue
Stilettos or flipflops or boots: Flipflops
Coffee or tea or flaming drink: Tea
Ebook or audiobook or paperback: Paperback
Pencil or pen or quill with blood ink jar: Pen
Favorite scary song: This is Halloween
Favorite costume: Witch
Favorite dessert: Ice cream
Favorite junk food: Ice cream
Favorite thing to do to relax: Chase bats? Read
Champagne or gin or magic potion: magic potion
Paranormal or Historical: Paranormal
Wonder Woman or Top Model or Witch’s Ball:
Favorite scary TV show: Supernatural
Hot or cold: Cold
POV: varies
I’d die if I don’t have: My kids
Review or Not: Yes
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Tell us about Legacy of Magic.
Divorced, jobless, and homeless, Cory Bishop moves to Connecticut to begin anew. She gets lost along the way and causes a car accident which does not bode well for the next chapter in her life. However, the reconnection with her great aunt provides her with direction and purpose.
While solving a mysterious family secret, she is pursued by a charming lawyer and her exasperating neighbor who thinks arguing is a form of foreplay. But those circumstances are the least of her problems.
Cory soon discovers she is a witch and must learn to control her new-found powers. An ally, a confidant, and a surprise supporter guide her, but she is almost out of time. An immortal evil wants her powers and will stop at nothing to obtain them. When the battle lines are drawn, Cory must choose who is friend and who is enemy. Will love save her or endanger her even more?
A sneak peek between the pages of Legacy of Magic.
His normal blue jeans were replaced with black. The customarily tight T-shirt was now a blue, button down shirt opened at the throat. Damn, it matched his eyes.
Eyes that were making a very slow, thorough, perusal of her before meeting her gaze. “Must admit, I thought you might stand me up.”
Now why hadn’t that occurred to her?
“The thought never crossed my mind. I follow through when I say I’m going to do something. Although, technically I don’t think I actually accepted your invitation.”
“Sure, you did. You said 6:15. That implied acceptance.”
Cory rolled her eyes. “We both know if Aunt Addy hadn’t been there, I would’ve said no very clearly.”
“Maybe, but then we’d both be left wondering what the two of us together might be like. Personally, I prefer a more direct approach.”
Her foot began to tap. “Oh really? Maneuvering me into a date is direct? And for the record, I wouldn’t be wondering about anything. You and I are not going to get together.” Her hand waved back and forth between them. “We can’t even be in the same room for a few minutes without arguing.”
Finn laughed. “This isn’t arguing.”
“Oh really, what would you call it?”
He leaned towards her and whispered, “Foreplay.”
Legacy of Magic is available for pre-order and will release on October 8, 2018 at this fine online retailers: Amazon, The Wild Rose Press, Barnes & Noble, and ibook
About the author:
Denise Carbo writes Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Contemporary Romance. She is a voracious reader, loves to travel, is fascinated by the supernatural, and enjoys figuring out the culprit of books and movies before the ending is revealed.
She lives in a small, picturesque New England town with her high school sweetheart and their three amazing sons.
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Stalk- Author Victoria Danann – Halloween Spooktacular
I must not pass
me,
low
know!”
care!
whisper low
Every breath you take.
thousand years ago, members of a more advanced race crossed into our dimension
when the barriers temporarily collapsed.
who were also shifters, built structures that eventually caused the great flood
and the sinking of Atlantis.
progeny that carried an untraceable shifter gene, dormant until awakened by
mating with a full blooded werewolf.
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Witching Hour – Sinister Legends!
Witching Hour: Sinister Legends
Sleep Hid
J.M. Butler
more than consciousness?
marriage has been spent in the tortured grip of her husband’s horrific
insomnia. Darryl’s illness has nearly destroyed their lives though they cling
to one another. No matter how hard it gets, Kaya swears she will be there for
him, and she has stuck with him through trials, studies, and experiments.
participate in an experiment intended to completely eliminate the need for
sleep.
though the doctor appears kind and competent. A blue-cloaked stranger adds to
her concerns, warning that sleep is not only essential for sanity but hiding us
from predators that hunt us across the dimensions.
doctor, and the other members of the experiment proves almost impossible, and
Kaya must uncover a new solution or lose the man she loves forever.
fine.” Kaya paused, seeing Janis staring intently into the chamber. He
didn’t appear to be looking at anyone. His gaze instead was transfixed on a
point on the wall.
everything all right?” Kaya peered inside as well.
front of the speaker. Not moving his eyes, he held down the switch. “We’ve
passed day six, and you’re all doing quite well. All your vitals check out.
Good breathing. Good focus.” He sounded as if he intended to read a
bedtime story. Yet his body language was sharp and tight. “Now I want you
to take a moment and look around the room. Look at the walls, the floor, the
ceiling. Do you see anything new or unusual?”
nothing. Darryl and the others looked around. They appeared more confused than
disturbed.
his head. “Should we be worried?”
creatures coming in?” Jeremy dropped his book, looking around wildly.
we supposed to be looking for?” Brenda asked.
anything that seems unusual,” Janis said, his voice as measured and calm
as before.
Janis’s hand. “Stop.” He shoved Janis away and pressed the switch.
“Please pay no attention to that. Nothing is different. Everything’s
fine.”
back at Janis. Though he had backed away, his gaze remained fixed on that
point. Goosebumps prickled along Kaya’s arms. “What do you see?”
nothing.” Janis forced a smile, but a tremor of fear passed through his
face.
Kaya echoed.
sighed. “Enough, Mr. Janis.”
furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, then left.
She quickened her pace as he passed through the doors. “Wait! What did you
see?” The doors thudded shut behind her.
the water fountain and splashed cool water on his face.
raced faster. “What did you see?”
face on his sleeve. “There’s now a fissure in our dimension.”
fissure?” Kaya echoed. “Could it be something else? A crack in the
glass or the wall?” She hadn’t seen anything though. Maybe he’d imagined
it.
sound more convincing?”
to reiterate my first point. This experiment ends in death. You should
go.”
leaving Darryl here!” Kaya snapped.
and he will die, and there’s probably nothing I can do to stop it!” Janis
thrust his hands into his hair and ripped them out. Fine strands of pale blond
hair clung to his fingers. He trembled, closing his eyes. “I’ll do
everything I can to keep everyone alive. I will. I promised that.” Though
his hands still shook, he strode away.
him, afraid to follow but afraid to return. The terror in his voice, the
trembling…that didn’t seem false. Maybe he was only crazy. But her gut warned
he wasn’t as wrong as she hoped.
Noise Above Us
Alyssa Brocker
they meet at a support group for coping with a deceased parent, they find one
another. Everything’s seemingly perfect until unexplained occurrences happen
where the two call home. They find out their lives on a vacation island aren’t
all beaches and relaxing summer days. The events from fifteen years ago refuse
to stay concealed. Who, or what, is the source of these disturbances? Is it
their parents who passed too soon trying to contact them? Or is it something
much darker? The young pair are forced to uncover the secrets buried in the
sand. It’s a risk that will not only threaten their budding relationship, but
their lives.
ticking of Sapphire’s watch is the only sound in the bakery. She’d worked alone
many times, but this Saturday morning is different. The slight warmth of the
oven, once comforting, now seems too hot, as if it could burn her at any
second. The knives, sitting innocently in their correct place, appear almost
menacing. She can’t explain it, Sapphire just knows something’s wrong,
something’s off.
part of it. This is a gut feeling that something bad is about to happen. Is she
being paranoid? Or are her instincts telling her something her mind hasn’t yet
figured out. What would her mom say to her if she were here? Sapphire pauses, a
soapy spatula still in her hand.
feels as though someone is watching her, studying her every movement. Slowly
she turns, afraid to look, but knowing she must take the chance.
for her coworker she knows won’t be here for another half an hour. She audibly
gasps when the timer for her cookies alarms. With shaking hands, she reaches in
her pocket, quieting the annoying buzzing. Shaking her head, she breathes
deeply. She’s being overly suspicious.
footsteps interrupt her moment of relief. She’s rooted to her place in front of
the sink, absolute fear paralyzing her. Suddenly it sounds like someone’s
running at her. Remaining still, afraid to even look away from the sink, she’s
frozen.
stop. It was as if Sapphire had imagined the entire thing. “Mom… help me.” She pleads for someone who
isn’t there, someone who could never be there for her again. Minutes click by,
as she remains motionless, too terrified to move. With her hands gripping the
edge of the sink, she realizes she has to do something, anything. It’s nearly
been a twenty minutes of her staring at the soapy water.
burnt.” Quinn says behind her. Sapphire jumps in surprise. “You okay,
Sapphire?” Her small blonde head tilts as she takes in Sapphires state of
shock.
voice cracks. “I feel like someone’s here, Quinn. I don’t know if it’s human, a
ghost, or even my dead mother. I just know that I’m not alone. I heard
footsteps sprinting at me, and I didn’t do anything! I just stood here.” Quinn
stays silent through Sapphire’s breakdown. At the end of it, she seems
frightened and relieved at the same time.
Think Of Me
Angie Brocker
twin, Bree Carpenter attempts to heal and become her own person despite
constant reminders of the shy, smart sister she recently lost. But Lena’s memory may be more dangerous and
sinister than she could have ever been capable of when she was alive. Is it possible for the suppressed anger and
resentment Lena felt before she died to come alive and murder those who want to
remember her? Can a person’s existence
be completely erased into nothingness?
he heard a knock at the door, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to distinguish
that sound from the pounding in his head.
“Why do I do this too myself?
Damn my Irish liver,” his words sounded unfamiliar even to him. Too many shots of whiskey had left his throat
dry and swollen.
on his bed to push himself to an upright position. Focusing on the room around him, it was
difficult to determine which direction he needed to shuffle his feet
toward. Hearing three distinctive loud
knocks, he knew someone was trying to get his attention. “Hold on!
I’m coming, it will just take me a minute to get there. If that’s you, mom, please come back
later. You wouldn’t want to see your son
in this condition,” he spoke out loud and then laughed at himself as much as he
could manage.
highly susceptible senses, and he tried to yell, “If you can’t wait, you can
leave! I’ll get there when I get there! We just had a party to remember sweet Lena. Sweet, beautiful, quiet Lena! Don’t you respect the dead? I sure as hell do! What is wrong with you?”
it? This better be good!”
if he was still drunk enough to dream this entire scenario. Looking through the tiny peephole in the
door, Justin witnessed the black shadow of someone standing to the left of the
door. “Make yourself known or I will
call the police. I’m in no mood for
this, and I’m cranky, tired and hungover.
There’s a good possibility I’m still pretty wasted. So let’s just make this easy on
ourselves. Who are you, and what do you
want?”
verbal answer to his inquiry. Enraged,
he opened the door, ready for a fight.
“Listen motherfu…” and then he was silent. The only sound in the hallway was a metal bat
hitting his skull. He couldn’t scream,
there was no time. Justin had no idea he
had been hit or that blood was streaming from his eyes almost instantly. He fell hard to the ground and was struck
twice more, until his face was unrecognizable.
Eyes Have It
Wendy Cheairs
place to go when you or loved ones are ill. Old places though have memories,
long and distant that sometimes still affect the modern day. Disbelief has no
place here, since believe is not needed to be real. Science can still only
explain so much. Welcome to the local children’s hospital, it might be haunted
they say. State of the art technology takes care of everything, right?
hit the city and surrounding areas, but for most the symptoms were not as
intense, especially not in one so young. The fathers had combed through the
internet, running out of options. WebMD made it sound as if this awful sickness
was a wasting disease, malaria, or worse. The unbreakable fever continued, and
not even ice could cool her down. It was consuming her, driving her into
herself as she tried to hide under an oversized quilt.
curled into claws, holding her tattered rabbit, Mr. Hoppy, in a death choke.
The fever ravaged, adding hints of blotchy red patchworking along with the
sweats and shakes.
blurred into days as the inferno of illness possessed their little girl. Her
fathers watched helplessly in the coolness of the dark desert valley as the
endless sleepless nights.
the nurse’s hotline for the hundredth time. The woman’s voice came through the
phone swiftly after the dull hold music.
you this evening?” She spoke gently, dealing with stressed parents had given
her a soothing tone to keep people calm.
still sick. Our pediatrician is out of town, we have done the whole let the flu
work its way through, but it is getting worse.” Oliver rushed forward. “Her
skin keeps getting blotchy red spots; she has the shakes and sweats from her
fever that won’t go below one hundred.”
he was out of breath, and the nurse waited a moment to make sure he wouldn’t
continue.
go to the local children’s hospital, Carrie Tingley. They specialize in
pediatrics, hiring doctors from the top of their class.” The nurse continued
with the address and local number since they lived on the opposite side of town
Me
Maggie Jane Schuler
to Diablo for a fresh start, she never expected to run into her first crush.
women and chocolaty treats that were well known around town. She refused to be
a part of Cody’s harem, despite his efforts. She was in town to teach, and
temptation by his green-coated morsels was not an option.
candies appeared on her desk, she needed help to discover if her past arrived
back home with her
in one hand and the innocuous gift in the other, she pushed the driver’s door
closed with her tush, ready for battle. After a relaxing breath, she
straightened her shoulders with confidence and stepped toward the entrance of
The Pub.
panty-melting tone sang in her ears from across the lot. He was leaning against
his Camaro but pulled himself upright when her eyes landed on his. He sauntered
his way to her side, and the alluring smile on his face was accented with those
deep charming dimples that sent a message low in her belly where butterflies
somersaulted.
here.” She shoved the glass jar into his chest and took one more gulp of air
into her lungs. “I will not be a one-night—”
baby blues examined the jar with what had to be a hint of feigned innocence
lacing his question. Like he really didn’t know!
on my desk. Please keep your hands and sweets to yourself.”
annoyed now. “These aren’t from me.”
hand to her hip. “Everyone in town knows you pop candy like a junkie.”
mistaken me for someone else. I would never leave this rookie jar of less than
adequate candy. Mine has a purposes. You’ll see.” He gestured at the front
door. “If you give me a chance, I might be able to help you out.”
cheeks warmed with embarrassment as she debated if she should follow or leave
as she intended. His offer seemed genuine and innocent but this was Cody
McAllister, womanizer extraordinaire.
and cradled her elbow in his hand as he guided her to the edge. The one she
promised not to cross. But her body followed him, leaving her brain and heart
bickering in the parking lot.
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Shadows
Jenniefer Andersson
horrible murder, a young woman starts examining her family legend. She finds
herself wondering: What would drive someone to run clear across the world, just
to get away from their nightmares? As Heather discovers, the past will come
back to bite you.
Walk Among Us: The Legend of the Skinwalker
Heyward and Charlotte E Dhark
Easy, Detective Clary Young headed to northern Arizona and her newest case. A
specialist in the field of paranormal serial killers, law enforcement had
evidence pointing in that direction, and they needed her help—pronto. Little
did she know, she’d find herself embroiled in something bigger and far more
sinister.
and smoke moved in a slow frame-by-frame picture show behind her eyelids. Men
dressed in beaded deerskin breeches with feathers braided in their hair danced
around a bonfire—their skin shiny and soaked with sweat—the movement of their
limbs sinuous and hypnotic. The thump of animal skin drums beat in a
deliberate, steady rhythm in the night. Chanted words floated and weaved with
the drumbeats and drove the steps of the dance. A pair of orange eyes blinked
open outside the ring of fire—watching. They hovered in an invisible body that
paced back and forth, just out of sight.
feather headdress first. Standing straight and proud, he towered over the
others as he prowled his way through the dancers. The drums stopped, and all
attention focused on him. Lines and swirls of ocher and ash adorned his bare
chest and arms. His long hair hung in a river of black down to his waist—pieces
of leather cord knotted with feathers woven through the braids decorated his
tresses. Eyes the color of butterscotch peered from behind a blood-red mask and
stared into the deep night. His deep voice offered an invitation. “Come and
join us, demon. Let us purge the evil from your soul.”
scream answered him—the answer a macabre mixture of tortured animal and human
alike.
shifted and disturbed the flames of the bonfire. Their shadows stretched into
hungry mouths and slid angrily across the dancers’ naked chests. Movement on
the periphery caught their interest and all heads turned as one to focus there.
The stench of rotting flesh blanketed them as the next breeze passed through
the group. The demon stepped into the ring of light amid a chorus of angry
growls.
warrior’s voice thundered over the din, the reverb snapping everyone to
attention.
wolf, at least four feet at the shoulders, padded toward them. Its fur hung in
matted clumps of dead skin and mud. Old blood stained its muzzle a copper
brown, its face twisted and distorted painfully as flies buzzed and hovered.
Maggots created an eerie wave of moving flesh under the hanging fur and fell to
the ground in little writhing clumps with each movement forward.
spread of his arms, the warrior called out, “Welcome into the light, ma’iitsoh.
May your spirit fly free. Let Mother Earth welcome you with open arms, your
sins against her children forgiven, and embrace her son, once again.”
Dance Before Midnight
Kristin Jacques
dress shop. It’s not the job, it’s the tourists, who come from far and wide to
view La Pascualita, the corpse bride. Not a real corpse, just a detailed
mannequin, but skeptical Amy has to sell the legend. When a mysterious
Frenchman rolls into town, Amy learns a whole new side to La Pascualita’s story
and stumbles into the middle of a tale
of love lost that might be found again.
Ford Tudor, lovingly restored with a mirror chrome finish. There was nothing
like it on the streets of Chihuahua; it caught every eye as it purred down the
road. The windows were tinted, obscuring the driver as if the glare of the sun
didn’t accomplish that already, but as the brilliant machine stalked into town,
it seemed to bring a shift in the wind. The cold front rolled in, a chill gust
that speared through the mid August heat. People found themselves shivering,
breaths misting on the air. Their ears popped as the pressure bottomed out and
the first crack of thunder rumbled as the chrome car pulled to a stop across
the street from La Popular dress and bridal shop. La Pascualita stood in the
window, bearing the latest fashion, the same small, mysterious smile on her
lips.
clouds overhead imitated the churning mood of the vehicle’s occupant who blew a
stream of cheroot smoke through his nostrils behind the tinted windshield.
at last, ma cherie.”
In The Red Dress
Alana Delacroix
mysterious Amelia–she’s all he wants in a woman. But will he still love her
once he knows her secret?
seen a ghost?” he asks.
doesn’t say anything else, but squints at the people coming down the stairs to
the subway platform as if seeking a friend.
him. “I’ve seen a few. Some are little wisps, floating colors or spheres. Some
are like the ones you see online, a pale and transparent person.”
her, wondering if she’s putting him on. “Really?” he asks.
see are bad, but worse are the ones you only feel,” she says. She shudders.
“They burrow right down into your psyche. It’s hard to shake, like trying not
to think of pink elephants. By trying to forget the feeling, you end up
obsessing about it.”
feel like?”
Fog.” She considers him and shrugs. “Negative space, if that makes sense.”
how living humans can give the same sensation.
Lenore Cheairs
Control of Surrender
Trinity Hanrahan
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polybius_(urban_legend)
Steps
Haslam
past lures a reporter to a small town outside Seattle in search of the
truth. Was the man who wrote it a madman
or a victim of something that frightened people in the town for years? As the reporter reads his journal and
unravels its clues, each chapter becomes more horrifying and may be affecting
the lives of those around her. Is it a
cry for help or an urban legend that’s marked her as its next victim?
Alice Murders
Dawson
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