Good morning and welcome to Sunday Blog Share. This month, we’re focusing on paranormal books. There will be a lot of visitors making an appearance but on Sundays and Tuesdays, this blog will be all about things that go bump in the night!
Ghosts, ghouls, demons, you name it and I find it fascinating. Anything that can’t be proven becomes a story in my head, a way to explain those mysterious bumps in the night or things moving when no one is near them. Oh, I’ve heard all the explanations about how it could be cars driving past or a minor earthquake—good luck proving the second one to me. I can feel earthquakes, having grown up in an area where they abound.
Lorelei loses what’s left of her family close to graduation, but she still has Mama to lean on, or rather she has Mama’s ghost. At first, Lorelei ignores the opinion about her boyfriend, Chase, but then she figures out he is acting strangely and has a new tattoo covering a scar he never had before.
Chase, however, isn’t one to give up on a girl. He dumps them not the other way around, until Mama’s ghost gives Lorelei the strength shut him out of her life.
“Never let a boy take advantage of you, baby girl. That’s one of the most important things I wanted to tell you afore this disease took me, but I never had a chance.”
A tall, slender seventeen-year-old girl stands under the shady branches of a majestic oak tree. Lorelei Perrijames crouches down in front of a tombstone. With a finger, she traces the name on the cold, unyielding granite: Bethany Elizabeth Perrijames.
“I still miss you so much, Mama, even though you’ve been gone a year.” Lorelei sniffles. “I miss your hugs. Your silly jokes,like the day you told me my dress was caught in my underwear.” Even if I totally freaked, but that was part of the fun. “Mostly, I miss all the things you taught me.”
Sadness tinges her voice, and her finger continues to press against the stone. Her gaze moves upward, to where a misty woman smiles sadly at her.
Everyone pays for the mistakes of their family, but for Ciara Tressa Lafferty, that particular mistake happened almost sixty years ago, and nobody will forget it. She’s constantly compared to her great aunt, and even worse, she looks like the woman.
A senior in high school with a great future ahead of her, Ciara has no clue what this Halloween holds for her. That it’s the anniversary her great aunt’s disappearanceis just one more annoyance as she discovers her boyfriend’s great grandfather refuses to let her move on with her own life. Then Ciara finds herself thrust in a nebulous existence within her own body when Tressa Anne Lafferty, her great aunt, possesses her. Ciara tries to break free, but Tressa refuses to release her untilCiara discovers the secret hidden within the charred remains of McLaren House--a revelation which will rock the whole town.
The sense of time gathers speed. For so long, she dwelled in limbo, awaiting the moment when she would reunite with him. He brings conflicting emotions. Tressa loved him, yet he killed her. Logic dictates that she must hate him.
Her death came about not because he loved her, but because he had to hide his acts, what he had done to ruin his family name.
Duke Turkin was incapable of caring about anyone but himself. The only things he really loved were power and money.
“It’s time, Duke,” Tressa whispered into the humid, velvety night air. “Can you feel it? I’ll make sure that you don’t escape me this time. We’re destined to spend eternity together.”
1955, the year that she died, has long since vanished into the mists of time, along with the innocence of that time, but that innocence was a façade. They hid from the ugliness of the world, but what was done in the days leading up to All Hallows Eve was about to re-emerge. Tressa had awakened, and she was bent on revenge, no matter the cost, no matter who she used.
Her spirit examined what she could sense.
Duke’s power in Landry, Georgia had slipped. Most of the town viewed him as an archaic has-been, part of a past the South was trying to forget. The two she had predicted would bring him down were ready to do their duty.
I can’t leave things to chance. I must manipulate this, in order to best my true love forever.
“The curse,” she said as her spirit gathered strength. “It’s coming true.”
About K.C. Sprayberry
Living a dream she’s had since she first discovered the magic of books. K.C. Sprayberry traveled the U.S. and Europe before finally settling in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. She’s been married to her soulmate for nearly a quarter of a century and they enjoy spoiling their grandchildren along with many other activities.
A multi-genre author, K.C. Sprayberry is always on the hunt for new stories. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times and drives her to grab notebook and pen to jot down her ideas. Those close to her swear nothing or no one is safe if she’s smiling gently in a corner and watching those in the same room interact. Her observations have often given her ideas for her next story, set not only in the South but wherever the characters demand they settle.