The Beginning of the Nightmare I noticed a mirror on the wall. A black drape covered it. Strange. I was tempted to remove it, but that voice inside my head told me to hold back. But I was curious . . . Dark forces lure Victoria, an ordinary woman, back in time where she is no longer herself, but Mistress Dorian, a member of upper class Victorian society defined by her famed beauty. Feeling like I was losing my mind, I touched my face, and from what I remembered, it was quite the opposite of the one staring back at me in the mirror. All that I heard and screamed repeatedly in my head were the words, My wife, Dorian. How could I be someone's wife when last I remembered I was single? This would be interesting. Struggling to find her way home, Victoria assumes the identity of Mistress Dorian, the token beautiful wife of a well-known doctor, who is bored and restless with rigid aristocratic life. Craving adventures at any cost, Dorian rebels. What Dorian doesn't count on is betrayal or the deadly ravages of the Smallpox epidemic. Death arrives. Unprepared for what fate has planned for her, she must discover her inner strength or lose all that she holds dear. If not, Death wins, and Victoria may never go home.
A Paranormal Thriller
My Paranormal Thriller Series began when I sold a home that previously had been a funeral home. Upon crossing the threshold of any home, I feel an energy surge of those who have occupied the home, past and present. This quick surge of energy leaves its mark on me. I always thought that every Realtor felt this same electrical jolt. However, when I took a quick survey of all my Realtor friends, they looked at me like I was crazy. It never happened to them, yet, it happens to me every time. Perhaps that is why I believe that Every Home has Its Own Secrets.
Have you ever walked into a home and felt a sudden cold chill as if someone unseen breathed on the back of your neck? Or perhaps felt the silence that echoed a stillness known only to death? I have.
All homes store their own private memories. Sometimes loving comfort or depressed sadness lingers. Other times, a collective numbness or lethargy exists. Occasionally, red hot anger can take your breath away. Even as its inhabitants change or depart, their experiences remain. Each person and event leaves an individual mark. This energy remains within its walls. Nothing is ever forgotten.
Both In a Time of Smallpox Death Arrives and Unnoticed capture the energy of its occupants within its walls.
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