Horror Extraordinaire Carole Gill

Justine: Into the Blood

Book One, Blood and Passion Series

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Excerpt 

 “The blackness turned to shadows and from within those shadows, I saw figures. They might have been my parents. I called out to them but then felt myself drifting away—slowly at first, then more quickly. I clearly heard the shouts and cries of the damned. Was I bound for hell? I don’t think I cared.

And then I heard a voice; quite distinct it was, too. Someone was calling me forth.

“Rise!”

A man’s voice, rich and deep sounding. At first I thought it was the count. . . I

might have even called out Oriani’s name. There was no answer though, just words spoken that sounded strange.

“Enter the darkness and live again!”

Soft murmuring ensued. Muffled voices and whispers, voices saying things I

could not understand.

“Drink!”

Believing the offering to be water, I obeyed. But then I smelled it and turned

away. “Please, no!”

Was it wine? If so, it smelled awful.

“You must drink. . . ”

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The Shelf 2: Cursed (the prologue this time).  Enjoy!

3 months after THE ordeal….

Bri

It was amazing how different the world seemed when someone hadn’t seen it for a while.  Things that she would have previously found exciting and engaging, she now found loud and over-the-top.  Stylish clothes were either too restrictive and stifling, or too thin and revealing.  Even her friends’ jokes (when she did see them) weren’t funny; they were sad and edged with double meanings.

“Leticia’s House of the Occult,” Bri Brewley read aloud as she stared up at the garish store in front of her.  A man passing on the sidewalk gave her an irritated glare as if she took up too much of the pavement, before continuing to chat on his cell.  Rolling her eyes at his retreating figure, Bri smirked.

“Bet I don’t need a fortune-teller to see that you’re a jerk.”

That might be true, but she did need the services of the fortune-teller inside this occultist shop.  Normally, Bri would have cringed to even enter a place like this, but she was desperate.  At this point, she would take any help she could get.  Except for Korey’s.

It was his fault that she was in this mess to begin with.

It was just after three in the afternoon, and Bri still wore the drab outfit that she’d gone to school in: sweats, sneakers, long-sleeved t-shirt.   Somehow, she felt as if the loose clothing helped form a barrier between her and the rest of the world, and most especially, from things not-of-the world.

A chill ran along her spine as she raised her hand to knock on the door, a dark slab of wood with intricate carvings cut into the center.  ‘What am I doing here?’ she wondered.  The strange shop was downright creepy.  When she’d looked up fortune-tellers online, the website had only listed the downtown address.  It hadn’t said anything about the place being creep central.  Either side of the door had a long, narrow window, but one was completely boarded over.  The other was filled with what looked to be a thick sheet of cobwebs, and Bri grimaced until she realized that it was actually a very heavy lace curtain.

Rendezvous & Lioness Tale by Perri Forrest

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Perri Forrest

Rendezvous

Lioness Tale

About Author

Perri Forrest was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and raised in sunny California. She describes herself as a trilogy - a Businesswoman who navigates through Corporate America flawlessly from Human Resources to Project Management, a Sociologist with a burning desire to save the world, and an Author who loves writing life into fiction.
While her pen and paper consummated when she was pre-teen, her written words would not be seen until a long time after. Perri's dream was always to write a book, but she didn't take steps to do so out of fear that readers wouldn't be interested in what she had to say.
When Perri suffered the devastating loss of her first cousin, in 2006, with a few months left to complete her undergraduate studies, she barely made it through. A good friend not only suggested that she begin blogging, that friend gifted her with a newly designed blog platform, which birthed her first e-journal.