THE SHADOW FILES
coming August 7
.99 cents
Magic,
mystery, and adventure await you in these 22 mystical stories!
Ever
wonder what lurks within the shadows? Then, search no further. The Shadow Files
features your favorite paranormal entities as they battle what prowls deep
within the shadows of their supernatural worlds.
Dance
with Lucifer, experience love from beyond the grave, solve a case …
Grimm-style. Tangle with vampires, discover relics and get ready for adventures
more exciting than Tomb Raider or Indiana Jones! Follow mages and rebel angels
as they battle the evil threatening to end magic … forever.
Epic
thrills await inside The Shadow Files. Secure your copy of this exciting
limited-edition collection from today’s hottest bestselling authors!
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Cassidy’s Touch by
Paris Brandon
Available exclusively
in The Shadow Files box set!
Her gift is a double
edged sword. Will it be enough to save a cursed bootlegger from becoming a
demon’s prize?
Excerpt: Pg13
During her hiatus
from the show, she planned on exploring the possibility of visualization as a
way of handling the aftereffects of her little gift. Learning to concentrate for longer than five seconds might enable
her to “see” the headaches and tremors float away, absorbed by the atmosphere
instead of another human being. That would be a plus if the opportunity for
another relationship ever arose. Which wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon.
Because, as much as
she wished otherwise, she couldn’t imagine anyone not caring that she had the
ability to read them through any object they’d touched.
She’d know if they
were lying or cheating.
She’d know if even
for one brief moment they hated or feared her.
Oh, hell; enough of
the pity party.
The water was cooling
faster than it should have. She tried adjusting the temperature, but it never
got any warmer, and she added a water heater to the growing list of items the
house might need. If she ended up keeping the house, it wouldn’t be a huge
problem in the summer, but a winter in Kansas City spent taking tepid baths
wasn’t an option she wanted to entertain.
She turned off the
shower and pulled open the curtain. A shadow was there one moment, filling a
corner of the room, and gone the next. It was almost as if the lights had
flickered on and off. Fabulous. Whether she stayed or not, she’d need an
electrician.
And she probably
shouldn’t trust the fuses to hold up under the addition of a small window-unit
air conditioner until she had the place checked out.
Stepping over the
rolled lip of the tub, she grabbed for a fluffy white towel and blotted her
hair and body but left enough droplets behind to help keep her cool for as long
as possible. Wrapping the towel sarong style, she padded down the hall.
The water on her back
and chest had evaporated by the time she’d made it to her small square bedroom.
Sunrays filtered through the leaves of the huge old tree outside her window,
leaving a dappled pattern on the crisp, white cotton sheets she’d found in the
linen cupboard. They’d been tied with a rose-pink satin ribbon and still held a
trace of her aunts’ loving attention within its threads.
She exchanged the
towel for a short white cotton robe and turned away from her reflection in the cheval glass at the foot of the bed. The shower hadn’t helped her look any less
tired. This season had been brutal. Between the nonstop shooting schedule and
trying to deal with her grief she’d been on autopilot with barely a minute to
breathe.
The room was
marginally less stuffy since she’d turned on the ceiling fan. Closing her eyes,
she tried to envision the sharp shards of emotional energy dissolving in a
shower of soft, warm sparks that cascaded over her and into the ground. Instead
the shards clung like dark magnets against her skull.
She was lousy at
this.
A breeze chilly
enough to raise goose bumps washed over her bare arms. A shadow flickered
across the mirror. She blinked and for the second time that afternoon caught
movement out of the corner of her eye.
The pale ivory
curtains covering the windows on either side of the wide mahogany dresser had
stopped rippling. The air around her was still—and cold.
“Are you Cassidy?”
rasped a voice that sounded as if it were filtered through a layer of dust.
“Maude said that you could help me.”
Enjoy your week and please stop by and say hello and possibly win a prize!
Happy Reading,
Paris Brandon
Website: http://parisbrandon.com
2 comments:
What great covers. Wonderful excerpt! I wish you all the best!
Great covers. The stories look great too.
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