Ghost Stories

While I’m into ghost stories all year long, we have officially entered the season of hauntings and such 🙂 Here are a few of my favorite classic tales.


One of the first ghost stories I read was The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. I was drawn immediately into the story, and is still one of my favorites to date.


The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving was another story I read early on that hooked me on ghost stories 🙂 This one will always be at the top of my ghost list.


Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Shwartz had a hand in some of my childhood nightmares 🙂 I still enjoy reading them from time to time, however.


What are your favorite ghost stories?



Aequitas Snippet

Here is a snippet of Aequitas~ Isles and West, book three.



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When she arrived at Edison a half hour later, she parked next to Milly’s Range Rover and rushed inside. Milly and Mariah Tapman— head administrator —met her by the front desk.

“How’s Beca?”

Mariah hung her head for a moment. “We have Beca stable, but she’s weak and injured. Her left wrist and right foot are sprained and she has multiple bruises on bones and flesh. Her energy is depleted, and her mind…” Mariah sighed, and then took a deep breath. “Her mind has taken a beating as well. Whoever attacked her did a bang-up job of causing her physical and mental harm.”

“How are you treating her?” Milly asked.

“We have her in the children’s section under the protection of several energy barriers. Right now we’re having her body and spirit cleansed of the dark taint that attacked her. We calmed her mind, but it will take time for nightmares— both when she’s awake and asleep —to fade. She’ll probably be out until this afternoon.”

Currently, it was around two-thirty in the morning.

“Where’s Evie? Teri and Laird?” Delilah asked.

“Laird is sitting with Beca, Teri and Evie are waiting for you in my office. Go on up— the office is yours.”

“Thank you, Mariah,” Milly said. “We’ll talk to you soon.”

“Take care,” Mariah replied.

Delilah gave a nod, worry coursing through her as she and Milly began walking down the hall then taking a flight of stairs to the second floor. Mariah’s office was three doors down and to the left. Teri was sitting on the couch, a packet of tissues in hand. She stood immediately as they walked into the room.

“Thank Glory you’re here!” she cried as she stood.

Delilah embraced her first, and then Milly.

“Sit back down, Teri,” Delilah said gently. “Mariah has caught us up on Beca’s condition. You know the drill— tell us what happened.”

Delilah grabbed a chair, as did Milly, and sat in front of the couch. Evie was sitting beside Teri.

“I woke around one in the morning,” Teri began, hands bunching the tissues between them, “because I felt this deep sense of something in the house. Our house is well-guarded because of my work.” She was a highly regarded medium, who worked with both law enforcement and privately with families. “Nothing should have gotten in, and I felt nothing attaching itself to Beca.”

Evie took her hand. “What next?”

“I got out of bed and walked the house, following the sense of darkness. I found it in Beca’s room. I walked inside and she was…hovering five or so feet above the bed.” The tears fell harder. “A girl a little older than Beca came into my mind, smiling, and she felt dark. I told her to leave my daughter be. She threw Beca against the wall in return, and then tossed her around the room as I pushed and pushed at her with energy and words. Just like a rag doll. Laird tried to get in the room, but that little girl kept him out.”

Delilah’s heart broke seeing her good friend in so much pain. To see not only a friend, but a co-worker of Leo and Derek fighting so hard… Anger wasn’t a strong enough word for what she was feeling at the moment.

“I shouted ‘Get away from my daughter! I order you out!’ and pushed energy out of myself. Everything stilled— Beca hovered four or so feet above the floor. The little girl came to my mind again, weakened. She told me ‘Tell them this is the first warning’, and then all the windows in the room imploded. I pushed the rest of my energy out and the little girl shattered in my mind. Her spirit shattered, just like the windows. Beca dropped to the floor…we rushed over here…”

“It’s okay, Teri,” Evie soothed. “Beca is going to be okay. She’s safe.”

Teri nodded, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself.

“Teri,” Milly said softly, “what did she look like? The girl you saw.”

“Um…waist length dark brown hair, a little lighter than Delilah’s. Light brown eyes, very light skin.” She swallowed, and it looked painful. “She, um…she was wearing a nightgown that looked a couple centuries old.”

“Did she give her name?” Delilah asked. “Or the names of those she was telling you to warn?”

Teri shook her head, and then took a deep breath. “Not the names of those she wanted me to warn, but in mind, just before she shattered, I kept getting the name Rhiannon. Rhiannon. She didn’t say it, but I could feel it.”

“What about a last name?” Milly asked.

Teri dabbed her nose with the tissue. “It was hard to see it. I want to say Trembly, Dembly…”

Delilah froze, recognition gripping her. “Trombley?”

Teri stopped sniffling, locking her gaze to Delilah’s. “Yes. Yes, that’s it. Rhiannon Trombley. Delilah?”

Delilah looked at Milly, who wore an identical expression of shock and dread.


“One of you speak to me?” Teri demanded, standing. Evie stood with her. “Who hurt Beca? Who hurt my child?”

Delilah stood as well, meeting Teri’s gaze head on, swallowing down her emotions because Teri didn’t need them on top of her own. “Rhiannon Trombley. Seraphina Tay’s second born.”



Two families. Over two centuries. Countless victims.

It all comes down to this…

Delilah Isles has been waiting for the Tay family to make their move, and when they do the cost is a heavy one. They attack the young daughter of a close family friend, which forces Delilah to go up the mountain and start the investigation that has been two centuries in the making.

The Tays have been planning the moment of battle since their deaths, and Delilah knows that she and Milly won’t be able to fight the Tays on their own. But calling in backup brings unexpected consequences. Consequences that Delilah could never have imagined.


A Recommendation: Skyla Dawn Cameron

The awesome, talented, and amazing author Skyla Dawn Cameron is currently having a sale on her novel, Solomon’s Seal only $0.99!!!

I can’t even tell you how much I love this book. Urban Fantasy mixed with Lara Croft is how I can best describe it. But Livi is a very refreshing heroine for so many reasons. She’s not a lone wolf (as so many are), she is a single mother, has friends…and breathtaking adventures. Solomon’s Seal is the first book in the Livi Talbot series, and I highly recommend checking it out!






Disowned and left penniless for getting pregnant as a teen, former celebutante Olivia Talbot was willing to do whatever it took to provide for her daughter…including become a treasure hunter. After the Pulse hit, activating relics of legend, there are plenty of artifacts to be had—not to mention wealthy clients willing to pay top dollar for them.

Just as her daughter’s private school tuition cheque bounces, Livi gets an offer that could be the break she needs to return to some semblance of her former life. A powerful man wants her to travel to Ethiopia and retrieve the Seal of Solomon—a mythical ring said to control demons and djinn—and this bounty comes with one hell of a financial pay off.

The deadline: a week. The team: unreliable. The competition: her world-renowned archaeologist older brother. Nothing Livi can’t handle… Except the danger goes beyond a few subterranean serpent-dragons she might encounter or tangling with her employer’s deadly second-in-command. This client isn’t all he seems, and handing him the ring might be worse than what he’ll do to her—and her daughter—if she doesn’t.


A Recommendation: Vampires

Hello all 🙂 This Tuesday I offer you a look a few authors to consider adding to your reading list…if they aren’t there already! This list will continue, but I figured I’d keep the post shorter than it originally was LOL

Here are some links and book trailers to give you a taste.



author of the Paranormal Detectives series



author of the Being Mrs. Dracula



author of the Storm Chronicles



Giveaways and Little Evil

Two quick things today 🙂

First, I will be having some giveaways starting at the beginning of October. Look for author swag from me (some new stuff!), and I’m hoping for a little treat in the form of a short story, but I’m not going to promise anything just yet on that front 🙂

Second, and those who follow my other social sites already know this, I finally got a chance to see Little Evil on Netflix and…LOVE IT ❤ ❤ ❤ If you enjoy horror-comedy, I highly recommend giving this movie a try. Evangeline Lilly was fantastic, as was Adam Scott and Owen Atlas. I’ve watched it a couple of times now and enjoy it more and more with each watch. If you give it a try, let me know how you liked it!



Series Saturday: Tuck Houston

Happy Saturday! For your reading pleasure, here is an excerpt from Path to Damnation~ Tuck Houston, book two 🙂

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Published by: Evernight Publishing


Tuck put the locket into the right front pocket of her jeans and checked the rest of the room over. Nothing of importance—to the hunt, that is—was found so she made her way back downstairs and into the kitchen. Looking around, she saw a door that led to the basement.

Please be careful, Ms. Houston. I ask this for my well-being. I cannot get to you in the daylight.”

She heard the sincerity in his voice as she looked for a light of some sort, and took it to heart.

Seeing an oil lamp on the kitchen counter with some matches, she walked over to it, not surprised in the least. Penelope was expecting her. She set her drink down on the counter, lit the lamp, and then opened the basement door. When she stepped onto the first step, the board creaked so loud she lifted her foot immediately.

“That’s not a good sign,” she said, and then blurred down the stairs. She stilled instantly at the sight before her, which glowed softly because of the oil lamp she was holding up. “Damn,” she whispered.

Two sets of chains were hanging from the ceiling with, upon further inspection, old, dried blood, which should not have been there. Tuck looked down when she felt the slight dip her feet were in. A very familiar sort of dip.

She inhaled deeply; a body was below the dirt. A woman.

My adoptive mother.”

The simple statement caught Tuck off guard. Penelope sounded so…lifeless, and that was not something she was used to, though she couldn’t blame the Damned one bit.

Turning her gaze to the right, she noted another sunken area by a rather large iron box; Penelope’s adoptive father, no doubt.

The box sent a shiver through her, and she wasn’t going to open it because she knew damn well what that box was for—humans could be just as terrible to each other as vampires could. She didn’t want to look, but walked over the iron-barred contraption and saw, to her astonishment, more bits of dried, almost gone, human flesh. She inhaled; a human female, and not the mother.

Tuck realized with a sickening twist in her stomach that the smell was Penelope’s human scent, which had a slight floral tint to it—tulips maybe.

She should not be able to scent that, or see it. What the hell?

Do not think on it, Ms. Houston. You won’t like the answer.”

The box had a place to bolt the arms and legs and was only big enough for maybe a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, a small one at that.

Fourteen,” Penelope stated, and again, her tone was lifeless. Flat.

Fucking eerie coming from Penelope.

Tuck took another step closer to it, setting the lamp on top of it then taking a look around the box. When she looked back up, she saw the lamp flame flicker on something against the wall. Closer inspection showed it was an intricate envelope with her name on it. She took it gently off the small hook and picked the lamp back up.

She was ready to leave.