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    A Whisper Through Time: Vampires Through Time, #1
    A Whisper Through Time: Vampires Through Time, #1
    A Whisper Through Time: Vampires Through Time, #1
    Ebook52 pages39 minutesVampires Through Time

    A Whisper Through Time: Vampires Through Time, #1

    By Ragan Carmichael

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    Jaya started her new life in a new town, with a new-to-her old house, and a new job. After finding an old diary in a locked box in the basement, a disembodied voice called to her, eventually bringing her to the old mirror that's been handed down by the women in her family for generations. An English Lord from another time, Artemus, calls to Jaya across time through the magical mirror, divulging the secret of the mirror and an even bigger secret about himself: he is Vampire. But another entity also comes forward, an ancient Vampire who wishes war with the living. Now, Jaya must decide if letting herself be claimed by Artemus is worth the risk of war between Vampires and humans.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLavish Publishing, LLC
    Release dateFeb 18, 2025
    ISBN9798230987284
    A Whisper Through Time: Vampires Through Time, #1
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      A Whisper Through Time - Ragan Carmichael

      Chapter One

      Thunder rumbled across the sky heralding the storm to come. Jaya gasped when a bolt of lightning struck somewhere near the house and the lights went out with a loud pop. It was her first night in her new home in Grace, Indiana, and the old house was spooky with all the lights out. That's just great, she muttered as she groped for the flashlight she'd left on the counter while unpacking a box of dishes. Hopefully it was just a breaker.

      Rain lashed at the window as Jaya used the flashlight to light her way down the stairs to the basement. She tried to remember which wall the electrical box was on as she descended the stairs, each one creaking under her weight. The rough rock walls gave her the heebie-jeebies but if she remembered correctly, the electrical box had been upgraded and held breakers instead of fuses, thank God.

      She stepped off the stairs onto the stone floor, wishing she'd been able to afford a new house instead of a two hundred-year-old monstrosity that needed to be updated. Shining the light along the wall, she spied the electrical box a few feet to her left. With her attention on her goal, she didn't see the wooden box sitting in her path. Her foot caught the edge of the box and she fell to her hands and knees, the flashlight flying out of her hand. She reached around to find the flashlight frowning at the sting in her palms and knees. Crawling across the floor she felt the edge of the box that got her in this mess, wondering what it was doing there. The previous owner had died and everything in the house had been sold at auction, or so she’d been told.

      I'll worry about that later. I've got to find that flashlight and get the lights back on. Her hand finally landed on the flashlight and she turned it on. Sitting back on the floor she inspected her hands and knees, frowning at the holes in her yoga pants. Brushing her palms on her pants, she stood and went to the electrical box and flipped the main breaker. Yes, she exclaimed as the lights came on. Two bare bulbs chased the shadows to the corners, showing how empty the basement was except for the mysterious box. Now that there was light, Jaya could see it looked like a small antique trunk like she imagined they used back in the days of sail-powered ships. Testing its weight, she decided she should be able to haul it upstairs with no problem. Tucking the flashlight into her waistband, she lifted the trunk and carried it up the stairs.

      Setting the trunk in front of the couch, she continued on to the bathroom to clean up her scrapes. At least she’d already unpacked the bathroom box, her first-aid kit sitting in its new home on the shelf next to the pedestal sink. Cleaning the scrapes, she was pleased to see they weren’t deep and would not need bandages.

      First-aid taken care of, she headed for the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. She set the large mug of coffee on the table and examined the trunk. Wooden with

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