Title: Red House
Author: Sonya Clark
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 3, 2012
Book Blurb:
There's high water everywhere and she's
about to drown on dry land.
Roxie Mathis lost her home and her
livelihood to a devastating flood. She's lucky to be staying with her vampire
ancestor Daniel but she wants to put the pieces of her life back together.
Trouble is, Roxie's lost her mojo. The trauma of almost drowning and losing her
home left a deep mark on her.
Blake Harvill left a mark on her too and
she's been missing him in the four months since he left town. Now he's back with
plans to stay. Roxie wants him like she's never wanted anyone else but can she
trust the sexy sorcerer with her guarded heart?
Hired to evict ghosts from the bed and
breakfast called Maple Hill, her confidence takes another hit when she
encounters a violent spirit she's crossed paths with in the past. When the
spirit traps innocent people in the house Roxie's going to have to tap
reservoirs of magic she's never touched before. Like physics, everything in
magic has an equal and opposite reaction, and Roxie can only hope her desperate
spellwork won't kill her--or conjure up something even more dangerous.
Excerpt:
I didn’t have to wonder long if
he’d use the shotgun. The blast echoed in the hallway, followed by him pounding
on the door.
“Okay, okay.” With my boot I
cleared the salt out of the way as I quickly rolled down my sleeve, wrapping
the door knob in cloth to protect my hand from burning as I twisted it.
Daniel burst in the room and I
slammed the door behind him. “Are you hurt?” A letter opener stuck out of his
left shoulder at an odd angle. Blood on his face was the only evidence of cuts
that had already healed. More blood stained his shirt.
“One of them chased me, the same
one that ran me out yesterday. What did you see?”
He shook his head as if he didn’t
want to tell me. “I don’t think everything here wants to be here.”
That tracked with the emotions I
was picking up. There was as much fear as anger in the house. “Yeah, that’s
what I’m getting. I can feel it. How can you tell?”
He yanked out the letter opener,
letting it fall to the floor with a clang. “Ever seen one ghost hurt another
ghost?”
Sickening dread leached through
my veins. “No, but I’ve heard stories about ones that can.” Sweat slicked my
skin as my nerves jangled. We had to get out, fast.
The spirits pressing through the
wallpaper became more agitated, shaking pictures off the walls and tearing the
paper. Their moans filled the room with a terrible racket. A chill shook me as
the temperature dropped. Everything not nailed down began to move, rattling
like a violent earthquake. Suddenly the spirits disappeared, leaving a taste of
fear in their wake.
The door boomed open, a ghost I
recognized filling the frame, one bad enough to make me wish for the soldier.
He wore hand-sewn clothes from another time, washed out in that gray murky way
of incorporeal beings. Except for the splashes of scarlet on his shirt and
coat, his sallow face. The bloodstains shone like liquid rubies and leached out
of his form to blend with the haze that covered the entire house. Malevolent
energy flowed from him in a noxious wave.
The ghost’s form took on a more
solid appearance, his familiar flat black eyes freight-training terror through
my blood. My heart slammed out of control as I began to hyperventilate. I may
have whispered no, or maybe it was a prayer that passed my lips. The ghost
stretched his thin lips into a smile and I screamed.
Daniel erupted in flames.
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