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  • A souvenir turns out to be much more in Haunt My Heart

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    Since Haunt My Heart is FREE now through Halloween, I thought I would share some excerpts this week to get you into a haunting mood. Don’t worry, my ghost hero is good.

    Haunt My Heart is the story of a hexed Civil War soldier who gets a second chance at life and love after he’s freed from a fetter in modern-day Fredericksburg, Virginia.

    It all starts when Sarah finds a ring on the grounds of Chatham Manor after a night of ghost-hunting. She takes home much more than a souvenir.

    Excerpt from Haunt My Heart:

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    Ellie opened the driver’s side door, and Sarah waited for her to crawl across the seat of the old Mustang and pop the passenger-side lock. The broken power locks were one of many deficiencies in the classic car. Sarah retrieved her betraying phone from her pocket and powered it up as Ellie shuffled about inside the car.

    As she checked her phone display, a glint of light on the ground to her right caught her eye. Aiming her screen at the ground like a flashlight, she bent low and searched for the source of the flash. Just as she began investigating, though, she heard the lock pop, and Ellie pushed the door open. The door hit Sarah in the head, knocking her to the cold, hard ground.

    “Sorry,” Ellie said, scrambling to catch the door before it slammed closed again.

    Sarah mumbled a few choice obscenities and rubbed her head. She reached down and ran her finger over something half-buried in the ground.

    “What is that?” Ellie was hanging out the car, her body stretched across the seats.

    “I don’t know.” Sarah turned the flashlight of her phone up to full beam and picked at the object in the frozen turf. “Do you have a pen or something?”

    Ellie scuffled around inside the dark, rolling landfill that was her car—the interior lights long burned out—and produced a screwdriver instead. “Will this work?”

    Sarah took the offered screwdriver and dug at the buried treasure. After breaking it free from its cold grave, she examined it by the light of her cell phone. “It’s a ring.”

    “Let me see.”

    Ellie scrambled back into the driver’s seat. Sarah joined her in the car, then shut the door against the cold.

    “Hold the light,” Sarah said, digging a Kleenex from her coat pocket to clear as much of the mud from the ring as possible.

    The ring remained caked with mud, which filled the engraved edges, but the stone cleaned off easily enough. The set, a square cut black onyx, glinted. The cold metal of the band warmed in her hand.

    “You know what that is, right?” Ellie asked.

    “A ring?” Sarah couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice, not after the night she’d had.

    “An artifact.”

    “No. Someone just lost a class ring. Like one of the sorority girls.”

    “Does that look like a woman’s ring? No. No is the answer. That is a man’s ring. An officer’s ring or something. That could be a real-life, true-blue Civil War artifact.”

    “I doubt it. And if it is, we’ll return it. This is a national park. There are rules.”

    “I say finders keepers. Let me see it better.”


    Want to read? Haunt My Heart is FREE on AMAZON now through Halloween

    Haunt 3D copyBook Description:

    A Civil War soldier dies to save his men. Can he find true love to live again?

    Sarah Knight has a job she’s good at, a quirky BFF, and a boyfriend who’s bad for her. When Sarah unearths a Civil War artifact on a ghost hunt at Chatham Manor, she brings home more than a souvenir.

    Lieutenant James “Tanner” Dawson fought for the Union, working as a supernatural liaison for his Major General in a secret Masonic offset called the Brothers of Peril. When he’s hexed by a witch, he learns the only way to save his men is to die himself. But death is not the end. Awakening 150 years later, he knows if he wants to be corporeal again, he has to find true love to break the hex—a task no easier in 21st century than it was in the 19th.

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  • Ghosts of Halloweens Past

    I was looking through some old photo albums and came across a few pics of my brother and I from Halloweens past. Pretty sure this one was circa 1973. Clearly, I was dressed as an old lady with quite a large booty. I think my brother was a clown.


    A couple of years later, we got store bought costumes.

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    I’m not sure if this is me in two different masks or if we both had the exact same outfit with different masks. One is Woody Woodpecker. I’m not sure what that scary rabbit mask is or why they were both fringed cowboy outfits.

    Do you recognize the characters? I’ve got nothing.

    What I do remember is that EVERY SINGLE HALLOWEEN it was COLD and we had to wear heavy coats over our costumes, which completely defeated the point of having a costume. Except Mike’s clown coat above. That was wicked genius right there.

    I haven’t dressed up that much as an adult until the past couple of years. Honestly, I think I’m just regressing back to my childhood. The past two years I’ve been a zombie. It’s surprising how much mileage you can get out of a good zombie outfit.


    What’s your favorite costume or Halloween memory?

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  • Wouldn’t You Like To Be A Reaper Like Me?

    Reapers are not the cloaked, skeletal figures of legend. Or HalloweenCostumes.com If you want to see a reaper, look at my banner on the top of this website. Yeah, not too bad, right?

    And the Grim Reaper is not a supernatural Santa Claus, collecting all of the souls in the world in need of reaping. There are LOTS of reapers and they are nothing like any of these costumes.

    Since the normals might freak out if you walk around in your street clothes while carrying a real scythe on Halloween, visiting graveyards, hospitals and funeral homes looking for souls to collect… Here are a few costumes I found to get you by.

    This one they call Adult Grim Reaper. I shudder to think there might be a real child grim reaper somewhere (shades of Gage from Stephen King’s Pet Sematary anyone?). Of course all reapers are adults. Don’t be ridiculous.

    Thankfully, my reapers will never look like this. Reapers stop aging after their first successful reaping which usually happens late twenties to early thirties.


    Then there’s the Winged Reaper. The wings are a nice touch but not true. Only angels have wings, silly. And what’s up with the bedazzled scythe Martha Reaper?

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    Of course, we can’t forget the EXCLUSIVE Sexy Reaper. As if fishnets and high heels were conducive to soul collecting through graveyards. Or demon hunting. Which happens. A lot.

    Sure there are lots of female reapers, but many of them grow up to become Valkyries. And none of them dress like this girl.

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    And that scythe is clearly not a supernatural weapon. It looks as dull as a political convention. Put some shine to that thing!

    One last note: the scythe isn’t used in the actual reaping. It’s used in the event of a demon encounter. Think on that for a while.

    Happy Haunting!