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Caitlin West


A writer and avid reader, Caitlin lives in the Pacific Northwest. Her genres are as varied as her interests ranging from horror to sci-fi to modern drama. Several short stories as well as a full-length novel titled Redefined have found publication. Eternal Affairs is her second published novel.

Ancestral Reunions

Written By: Caitlin West
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Miranda Aldridge thought violin juries were bad. When a mysterious phone call wakes her up from a bizarre dream, s...

When I looked into his eyes, all those concerns faded away and I felt myself giving in to the world around me.

"Hello," his voice held a deep timbre, powerful as he approached me with his hand held out. He spoke with a hint of a German accent, but it was subtle, as if he had been away from his home country for a long time. "I've missed you terribly."

My dream man had never spoken to me before. It was almost a creepy turn of events.

Nevertheless, I advanced toward him and took his hand gingerly. His fingers tightened over mine, and he urged me closer.

"I missed you, too," I practically whispered the response. I suddenly felt intimidated in his presence though it didn't come close to deterring me from getting closer. "I don't understand all of this."

"Shh." The only sound I had ever heard him make was a familiar and comforting one. He smiled as he put a finger to my lips. "It'll all become apparent to you eventually. I promise."

"I trust you." I felt overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. It made me melt inside, and I smiled self-consciously. A huff of laughter offset the tension. "You're so beautiful… I wish you were real."

"Who says that I'm not?" He leaned closer and kissed my forehead. "Just because this isn't real doesn't mean what we have won't be real someday."

"I don't understand." It was the honest truth. I knew that these moments were not merely daydreams but what specifically they were, I hadn't guessed. The worst part was that I was on autopilot outside of them. I was on the verge of questioning my sanity. "How is this possible?"

"I think that we're supposed to be happy here." He kissed my cheek and shifted so he could whisper in my ear. "There might not be many happy days ahead. I don't have all the answers, Miranda, but I do have something almost as valuable--hope."

"Hope?" I began to tremble, and he gave me a careful hug. "Hope for what?"

"The future." He drew his head back to look me in the eyes again. "Ours…the world's… everything."

"That's enough to make a girl afraid." I tried to make the comment flippant, but instead it sounded weak.

"And what's this enough to do?" He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The contact was gentle at first but escalated swiftly until we were deep in the midst of a passionate dance of muffled moans.

There was something about his very presence that drove me wild physically. I wanted him to possess me--to comfort me with his touch. In contrast, I was desperate to see him relax his broad shoulders and gaze at me through eyes that spoke of pure happiness--the kind of emotion where one surrenders to all else.

It was my turn to take control.

Miranda Aldridge thought violin juries were bad. When a mysterious phone call wakes her up from a bizarre dream, she finds her world turned sideways. A vast fortune falls in her lap from an inheritance and the history of a family she never realized she had comes to light. But everything has a price and though it would seem on the surface Miranda could afford anything, the world has a way of upping the ante. Now, stuck in a strange place with memories that aren’t her own and friends that don’t believe what’s happening to her, she must solve an ancient mystery. The answer could spell the destruction of the world…or its redemption.
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Discretion Optional

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Avalon Nights #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Abigail Wright has a complicated life. Lead singer, rising star and just possibly, the descendant of an angel. Abb...

After ensuring that I was encased from shoulders to ankles like a mummy, I wriggled my arm free to drain the water. When I heard it tumbling down the drain, I wandered out of my bedroom and down the hall to the nearest guest room. It hadn’t been used in a while, but the last time the maid was over, she had changed the bedding.

I cranked on the heat and crawled under the blankets naked. Pajamas were an extra effort I was way too tired to indulge. When I closed my eyes, my breathing fell into a heavy rhythm moments later. Sleep danced on the edges of my conscious mind, casually closing in until I drifted off.

A surreal landscape opened before me and for the first time I could ever remember, I knew I was dreaming. Most of the time I simply accepted whatever oddity my brain threw my way, but now I felt like an intruder in my own subconscious, a voyeur who shouldn’t be seeing the things presented to me.

I saw a tempest brewing on the horizon and off to the right, a violent sea thrashed like a restless monster rousing from a long sleep. Dusty rocks surrounded me, the jagged edges bit into my bare feet. I was naked in these elements, the breeze tickling my skin, but it wasn’t cold enough to make me miserable.

I knew I should’ve put on pajamas.

A man came out of the storm, walking with a stiff, proud gait. He was armed with a wicked looking sword, which he held in his right hand, the tip pointed away from him. The blade was longer than my leg with a serrated top and curved edge.

He was still a silhouette, but I could make out some details. His body was covered by piecemeal plate armor. The left shoulder had a massive spiked pad where the other was bare. Boots came high and covered the knees in the front while wrapping low around the sides.

His long hair was caught up in the wind, flowing to the side like he was a living fantasy painting.

Wait, why is he coming this way?

It would take him some time to get to me, but what happens when he got here? That nasty looking weapon was not designed for cuddling. Was it meant for me or some other purpose?

Self-preservation suggested that waiting around to find out was a bad plan. I turned to flee and stopped so suddenly, I nearly toppled off the cliff behind me. The chasm yawned before me, the bottom lost to a swirling mist some dozens of yards down.

Why the hell is my dream so inconvenient?

I turned around to see how much progress my potential attacker had made and let out an involuntary scream.

He was standing three feet in front of me.

 

Abigail Wright has a complicated life. Lead singer, rising star and just possibly, the descendant of an angel. Abby’s many commitments are challenged with the addition of the enigmatic Ian Preiss who has taken over the role of band manager for Avalon Nights. Combine this with the fact that she very well may be falling in love with dashing reporter David Pike, the future is not exactly certain.
Filled with pop culture references, a light hearted tone and an honest romance borne of the soul, Discretion Optional continues the tale where Dry Spells & Divinity left off. As answers come to light, will Abby follow her dreams or embrace traditions she never knew existed?

 
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Dry Spells and Divinity

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Avalon Nights #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Abigail Wright really has it made. As the lead singer for the internationally acclaimed band, Avalon Nights, she e...

“What chance is there in talking to you?” I asked. “Other than a need to have my head examined for entertaining some crazy guy who won’t take, go away, for an answer.”

“Are you asking me to go away?” He tilted his head curiously. “Or is that just something you think you should say? We’re wasting time. You could be asking a lot more interesting questions.”

“Fine, how do you know my father?” I lifted my finger. “Be careful how you answer that. If I don’t like your answer, you’re out of here.”

His grin turned sinister and it made me take a step back. I could sense that he was suggesting there was no way that security was going to be leading him anywhere. For the first time since I encountered him, I lost all my indignation and became alarmed. Perhaps he was more dangerous than I gave him credit.

“Very well,” Ian replied. “I knew your father before you were born. He was on the opposite side of a mutual disagreement. When he met your mother, everyone figured that he was out of the game, but someone decided that it didn’t matter. After you were conceived, one of us took advantage of his weakness and that’s why you didn’t get to know him.”

“Are you saying that someone hurt my father?”

“I’m saying someone murdered him.”

Abigail Wright really has it made. As the lead singer for the internationally acclaimed band, Avalon Nights, she enjoys a career that most people would kill for. She has great friends and awesome hours. Life literally couldn’t get any better. Maybe that’s why fate just couldn’t leave her alone. Two mysterious men enter the scene, each with information about her enigmatic father that disappeared before she was born. They speak of paranormal events, angels and demons and tremendous responsibility being dropped squarely on her shoulders. As if dodging snarky reviewers and odd fans wasn’t bad enough, she has to come to terms with the fact that real monsters may exist. The choice before her is whether to embrace that world for the good of humanity or turn her back on her heritage.
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Passion Play

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Eternal Affairs #3
Published By: Extasy Books
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Sasha Bolasko has lived a wild and fulfilling life. A Gypsy traveling the world, he has joined an acting troupe ca...
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Sasha Bolasko has lived a wild and fulfilling life. A Gypsy traveling the world, he has joined an acting troupe called The Friendly Crusaders as one of their star performers. The troupe has crisscrossed the world and are finally returning home to the small French town of Trevinogn. There, Sasha will encounter intrigue, confront rivalry and a woman that could change the way he looks at contentment and settling down forever. Will his destiny allow him a shred of happiness or will the forthcoming performance be his last? Welcome to Passion Play!
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Reactivated

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Killer Contingency #1
Published By: Extasy Books
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For every rule, there’s an exception   Ardan Boyle has spent the majority of his life as a free...
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For every rule, there’s an exception
 
Ardan Boyle has spent the majority of his life as a freelance assassin. Working throughout Europe, Asia and the Middle East, he only accepts contracts for the most vile of criminals, for those who have made themselves 'above the law'. His success can be measured in the reduction of criminal filth in the Old World but even this service to the world has a price: the total detachment from his humanity.
Enter Brad Myles, an aspiring actor and businessman. Their chance meeting at an airport awakens something Ardan thought long dead and even as they become acquainted, it becomes obvious that maybe there's a cure for a lifetime of apathy. Nothing comes for free though and while Ardan may be on the road to recovery, his past is not quite so easily shed.
 
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Recollection

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Killer Contingency #2
Published By: Extasy Books
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When death is your business, getting out has a price. A heated romance was the last thing Ardan Boyle expected...
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When death is your business, getting out has a price.
A heated romance was the last thing Ardan Boyle expected to find when he entered the United States for some downtime, but a chance encounter was all it took. Now in a heated romance with Brad Myles, an international businessman and artistic hopeful, Ardan believed he could swear off his old life, leaving his contract killing days behind him.
Unfortunately for him, the shadowy world he belonged to is not so easily denied and when the CIA comes looking for secret files compiled by Ardan’s late mentor, he’s compelled into action once again. Heading to the chill of Moscow, he must retrace steps made more than a decade earlier. Time is of the essence, as multiple intelligence organizations want what he’s seeking and they will kill to get it. If he doesn’t get to it first, not only will the people listed within be open for blackmail and possibly destroyed, but all hope of a normal life will be beyond reach."
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Redefined

Written By: Caitlin West
Published By: Extasy Books
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Naivety kept Natasha’s untamed passion hidden beneath the surface of an antisocial art student. Long term re...
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Naivety kept Natasha’s untamed passion hidden beneath the surface of an antisocial art student. Long term relationships of any sort were out of the question until she met Sophia, a sophisticated upper class woman who sweeps Nat off her feet. Things begin to heat up when the initial reason for Sophia’s attentions are brought to light and Natasha must make several terrible decisions that all promise to leave her rather changed when the results are revealed.
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Redemption Obsession

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Eternal Affairs #1
Published By: Extasy Books
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Everyone knows Vampires don’t exist… But what if everyone is wrong? Anne Pearce has a normal, comfort...
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Everyone knows Vampires don’t exist… But what if everyone is wrong? Anne Pearce has a normal, comfortable life. She’s a successful artist dating the perfect guy in the northeastern US. No one would suggest she was anything more than a touch eccentric and considerably lucky. Few people actually manage to make their dreams come true the way she seems to have. But beneath the veneer, Anne has a frightening secret; a past that stretches back over the better part of two centuries and a zealous religious order that has hounded her steps for generations. When a strange woman offers Anne a chance to finish off her provocateurs, she finds herself teetering between the normal life she’s worked so hard to build and the supernatural underworld she has so desperately tried to avoid.
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Requiem of the Silent

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Eternal Affairs #2
Published By: Extasy Books
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Halloween, 1918. An old house by the sea hides a variety of secrets none more terrifying than the event that took...
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Halloween, 1918. An old house by the sea hides a variety of secrets none more terrifying than the event that took place nearly one hundred years before. Thought to be haunted, no one dares to go inside except for one Anne Sullivan; young vampire eager to understand the world around her. But what starts out as a simple excursion of academic proportions quickly escalates to something more sinister. With only a strange group of cats as companions, Anne must determine what’s happened in that aged house before it’s too late.
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Style and Disgrace

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Avalon Nights #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A dangerous present, a frightening past, an uncertain future.        Abigail...

“I’ve been standing here for nearly ten minutes! Are you ever going to open up?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s past midnight!” I cracked the door, but did not immediately offer to let her in. “After twelve years, you think it’s okay to get huffy I didn’t get to the door quick enough? Seriously?”

She was dressed in a black wool suit jacket and skirt which might have not been all that bad had she not coupled it with a white fox fur resting on her shoulders. Being overdone was her specialty, but this was particularly embarrassing. Gaudy wooden earrings made her ears droop and a matching bracelet rested on her hand.

The bag was a knockoff of some kind. The cheap faux leather was a serious contrast to the poor dead animal hanging out on her upper half. She had nude hose, black heeled shoes, and a ridiculous hat that could’ve been cool on just about anyone else.

Including Godzilla.

Hell, especially Godzilla.

“Are you going to leave me in the cold or invite me in?” My mother was capable of ignoring the most pointed questions in the world as if I never spoke. Half of me wanted to slam the door and tell her to go to hell, but my curiosity got the better of me.

I stepped aside and she entered like a queen, giving my living room a royal appraisal. Her judgmental aura seemed to fill the place and when she let out a sigh, I could tell something had offended her sensibilities. I wondered if I should have been ashamed of just how much satisfaction I got from her lack of approval.

“So what the hell do you want?” I asked. “Since you ignored my first questions.”

“Aren’t you going to offer me anything?” she asked.

“What? What do you mean? Like what?”

“Coffee, tea, a soda…water. You’re a terrible hostess, Abigail. I thought I raised you better.”

You didn’t raise me at all!” I let the full force of my voice carry, not quite a yell, but with all my vocal training I could speak louder than most people could scream. “You can’t claim any of my qualities, good or bad.”

“And I’m still waiting for you to offer me something.”

“Jesus! Fine, what can I get you? Do you want something? Something soothing? Can I make you a damn espresso?”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” She wandered into the kitchen and looked around before taking a seat at the dining room table. The plates were still out from my meal with David. “Wow, and you don’t clean up after yourself either?”

“If you came here to criticize me, then you can just take yourself right back out the door.” I gestured for the exit. “Maybe you didn’t notice I’m not thrilled to see you.”

“Really, Abigail, I’m shocked!” She sniffed indignantly. “I am your mother.”

“A biological accident, I’m sure.”

“We have a great deal to discuss. You must believe I came here for a reason.”

“I’d be lying to you if I said I cared, but since you’ve decided to interrupt my life, bring it on. What the hell do you want?”

“This is about your father. He made me promise something before you were born.” She picked at her jacket, keeping her eyes averted from me. “He told me if anything happened to him, then I was to give you some things when you turned thirty. I thought he was being ridiculous, but here we are.”

“My father wanted you to give me something.” I folded my arms over my chest. “People are coming out of the woodwork about dear old dad. What were you supposed to give me?”

“I don’t know, I lost it a long time ago.”

“And so ends another useless conversation with my mother.” I filled the honorific with as much sarcasm I could muster.

“There was more to it than just giving you something,” she replied, “and since I left, I’ve learned a great deal about him…about you…and about the man who killed him.”

My eyes widened. “This is all very ominous.” I was too shaken to be flippant, but I recovered quickly. I didn’t want her to see it. “I really need you to get to the point.”

“I understand you might have met him already. Ian Preiss is his name.”

“What?” My concern turned to skepticism. “How do you even know about him? Who put you up to this? Do you need money? Are you working for some tabloid?”

“This is not a laughing matter, Abigail.” The authority in her voice made me laugh.

“This reminds me of the time you were out on some drunken bender with one of your asshole boyfriends, came home after a week, and decided to scold me about a curfew you never told anyone about. Remember that? You always had a habit of being gone and expecting your made-up rules to be obeyed.”

“You really should be listening to me.”

“What I find most sad about this is that I trust Ian Preiss more than I trust you. I don’t know what your motivation is beyond proving you’re an irresponsible bitch. Trust me, I got that memo a long time ago. You don’t have to reinforce it now.”

“Abigail, you…”

“Will not listen to anything else. Get out!” I pointed at the door. “You’re not welcome here. Not now…not ever. If you show up again, I’ll call the cops.”

“But I—”

“You didn’t even come to your father’s funeral.” I shook my head. “Why should I care about anything you have to say?”

“This is important!”

“There were plenty of things you should’ve considered important. Now you get to live with the consequences…those being that I want nothing to do with you. I’m an adult now that made it despite you. Now…don’t make me tell you again.”

Mother set a card down on the table and tapped it. “In case you change your mind, that’s where I’m staying. Call me at any time…day or night. I’ll be there for another week.”

“You might want to make other plans.”

“I’ll go.” Mother stood up, pacing slowly across the living room. “I…I am proud of you. You’ve done very well.”

“Too bad it took you thirty years to give a shit.”

At the door, she cleared her throat, looking at me expectantly.

“Are you kidding?” I stormed over and threw it open. “Go!”

“We’ll speak soon, Abigail. Good night.”

The moment she was clear, I slammed the door and started to pace. She had always been a master of pissing me off, but this was literally her command performance. Someone must have put her up to it and the fact she brought up Ian made it all the more suspicious. Money had always been a problem for her, so it probably wouldn’t have taken much to convince her to mess with me.

A dangerous present, a frightening past, an uncertain future.     
 
Abigail Wright has learned a lot about her family’s history in a few short days. She’s also landed an amazing boyfriend, been reminded of how great her friends are, and knows her future should be brighter than ever. Unfortunately, Ian Preiss seems hell-bent on throwing a wrench in all her carefully laid plans.
The arrival of her mother encourages the Pillar representative to come clean on a variety of topics, not the least of which may be more shocking than Abby’s potential inheritance from her father. As one evening goes from strange to uncomfortable, a revelation might just be enough to alter Abby’s perspective on whether or not she can leave her destiny behind or embrace it fully.
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The Sweetest Poison

Written By: Caitlin West
Published By: Extasy Books
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Christian March is a man with nothing to lose. Working as a private detective, he passes his days with gambling an...
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Christian March is a man with nothing to lose. Working as a private detective, he passes his days with gambling and shady jobs, lamenting the loss of his wife in an accident he feels was his fault. With debts piling up and his dark past threatening to close all around him, Christian finds himself slipping down a one way path of desperation. It seemed like providence when Victor Tam, wealthy land developer and controversial figure, contacts Christian about a blackmail problem he’s contending with. Everyone knows that Victor pays well to deal with his problems but when the offer is too good to be true the motivations become less clear. Is Victor truly an innocent victim? Or does he have a nefarious plan that could lead Christian down a path of spiritual damnation?
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Time to Wake

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Creative Spark #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Karen Bowers has always dreamed of dead people. They begged for her help and at the tender age of twelve, her pare...

They stepped past several shelves and Daniel turned at the last, moving into a spacious corner. Not all of the books had titles on the spines which made Karen’s heart sink. She wondered exactly how they were supposed to know which texts they were supposed to pull or how they were going to differentiate them.

“So…” Daniel cleared his throat. “We’re looking for information about the Reilly family. This area has port journals and some ancient captain’s logs. I’m hoping that we’ll come across something from Colin Reilly, preferably something late in his career. It should have clues to what we’re interested in.”

“But how can we find anything in this?” Karen waved her hand over the books. “Do we have to check every single one?”

“No, they do try to organize them somewhat.” Daniel drew one book from the top left of the shelf. Karen presumed that it was the beginning of the section. “These are port records. You can tell because they’re made of this dark red leather and are often grouped up in threes. They spread them out because they’re easy to spot and organized by what port master was in charge at the time.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to do that by year?”

“That depends on what research you’re doing.” Daniel put the book back. “All of those books have been scanned into a computer and put in chronological order. This is more about the people who wrote in the books than what’s in them.”

“And the log books… alphabetical by author? Or ship name?”

“Good question,” Daniel replied, drawing another book out near the top. “This is the log book of Reginald Alponte of the merchant ship Sequester.” He paused a moment and chuckled. “I wonder if he meant to make that play on words.”

Karen snorted, stepping closer to the shelf and carefully drawing out a text to look at it, on the third shelf down about midway through.

“This one is Bartholomew Lamont of the HMS Dragon.” Karen slid it back carefully. “So we should be close. They really need to put letters on the shelf to give a researcher an idea of where to look.”

“I believe they change things out a little too often for that.” Daniel crouched and began to look through books in the section that Karen motioned to. “And it doesn’t take much to figure out where you’re at. Draw a couple out and you’re in the right location.”

Karen took the other side and worked toward him. “Maybe we should have hit the natural history museum first, especially if they have journals.”

“When and if we have to go there, you’ll see that they’ve got a lot of books. If we had to pour through those, we’d be there for a very long time.” Daniel hesitated a moment. “I found a book by Roberts.”

“Like… the pirate?” Karen looked over hopefully.

“No, his name was Timothy Roberts… worked on a fishing schooner.” Daniel smiled at her enthusiasm. “So you’re a pirate girl, are you?”

“Hmm? No, I… well, I’ve got a passing interest. You know, seen all the movies… read some books… watched the movies again.”

“Ah, a fan of the genre.” Daniel moved on with the books. “I believe they have a rather large section of pirate fare here. You should come back sometime and delve in.”

“I might.” Karen flushed. “It’s just… you know, a guilty pleasure.”

“I know all about them.” Daniel paused again. “Desmond Reilly… 1712. That can’t be a coincidence. I think I found the family’s section here.”

Karen Bowers has always dreamed of dead people. They begged for her help and at the tender age of twelve, her parents had her institutionalized. Now, a semi-successful artist, she has embraced what doctors could not stamp out, quietly helping spirits move on to the afterlife.

But even accepting her fate has not made her immune to the twisted designs of the universe. A spirit two hundred years in her grave shows up asking for help, centuries beyond anything she’s ever dealt with. Her clues involve a tragedy in 1805, a doomed love affair and a dangerous ambition that could unravel the very fabric of reality.

Can she unlock the mystery before it’s all too late? Will the help of an eccentric book store owner turn the tide? What will happen to the life she’s managed to build around her odd condition? The answer lies in a spark.

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Unveiling the Serpent

Written By: Caitlin West
Series: Creative Spark #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Karen’s near possession escalates the Reilly investigation, pushing Daniel to contact an old flame for help....

The shop had two bedrooms nestled away in the back. He set her up in the small one he never used and did his best to make her comfortable. Will she wake up while I’m gone? I don’t want her to panic because she’s in some strange place. He penned a quick note and left it by the bed. I hope that helps… And I won’t be gone that long.

Daniel left, locking the front door behind him and hopping in Karen’s car. The engine roared to life and he took a deep breath, considering his next course carefully. They had to get to the bottom of what was going on but he couldn’t risk Karen again. At least in the shop she’d be safe.

What if there’s something out there that you can’t handle? He asked himself. What happens to her then?

That concern had to be shelved. There wasn’t any time for extreme caution. There were answers to be found but they required some risk. Daniel felt resolve return to him and he put the car in “Drive”. At least the trip wouldn’t take very long.

He was fairly certain he knew where James McKellan had lived—the description that Andrea gave could only be one of a couple places. Someone owned the house that he was heading to but it was not currently occupied. He was certain that there wasn’t going to be easy access to the lab but he could at least see what obstacles needed to be overcome.

Andrea wasn’t just any spirit. Daniel hadn’t seen her sort of power for ages and even back then, demons were involved. After years of dealing with the supernatural, Daniel was surprised to admit that he had seemingly encountered something new.

And that created more questions. What else could this spirit do? Why was she compelling Karen instead of asking her to do things? What was her real motivation?

 

Karen’s near possession escalates the Reilly investigation, pushing Daniel to contact an old flame for help. They return to find that the spirits have been quite active in his brief absence, leaving behind the journal of James McKellan. It could contain the answer to the 1805 tragedy but with overt dangers literally springing from the Ethereal, such a discovery may be useless.

Whatever spawned Andrea’s visit seems to have a shocking agenda, one that could utterly destroy the world in a mad attempt to save it. Without aid from outside sources, in the shadow of a city ignorant to the dangers that loom over it, the three investigators must risk more than their lives to stop the coming apocalypse. The enemy here does not merely kill, it destroys the very essence of what it is to be human.


 
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