Torie James and Brantwijn Serrah each have a Halloween Flirt.Point of No Return takes full advantage of the mystery surrounding a masquerade. Priya suffers from Bad Dreams and sleep paralysis, but is it more than her and science believe?
Pelaam introduces us to Jared, who is Haunted By The Past as well as the present, in the form of his gardener, Evander.
L.M. Brown offers another Haunting tale, this of a romance that becomes physical only one day of the year. Touch of a Ghost finds Drew Jessop, who wants nothing to do with ghosts, falling in love with Benji Richards, eternally young and beautiful but also intangible. From sunset to sunrise, Halloween is the one night of the year when a mortal can feel the touch of a ghost.
Brantwijn Serrah also has a full length novel, His Cemetery Doll. Conall Mackay's daughter is dreaming of a figure among the tombstones and a voiceless beauty beckons him from the darkest corners of the graves.Dana Wright has released the first book in a new series, Ghost Echos. In Assylum, the voices of the past are alive behind the iron gates of Bremore Asylum. Can Rachel and Matt deduce its secrets before it's too late? Here's an excerpt from Assylum:
Rachel narrowed her eyes. What little hold she held on her frayed temper snapped. Self-doubt flared, but she stamped it out as quickly as it came.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She stepped forward, hands clenched into fists, her foot brushing against the luggage. Her hoodie slid off the suitcase and flopped unceremoniously into the dirt.
"We haven't even started on the project and you're trying to displace me already?"
Rutledge stepped back, surprise clear on his lightly parted lips. Lips she apparently still wanted to kiss, damn his eyes. God, what was wrong with her?
"My friend almost died because of a mistake I made. But you're
already aware of that, aren't you, Mr. High and Mighty? Listen to me and listen good. I'm here because my grandmother needs me. I'm a damn fine ghost hunter, which you would already know if you bothered to see beyond what happened to Jeannie." She poked her finger into his chest and had the satisfaction of seeing him wince.
Matt stepped back and held up his hands, a ruddy flush creeping up his cheeks. "Okay. I was out of line. Truce?" He bent down and carefully picked up her hoodie, handing it to her gingerly.
A flash of humor crossed his face. "Do you think maybe you could call me Matt?"
"That depends."
"On what?" Matt cocked his eyebrow with surprise.
"On whether you can stop dissecting me like one of your frauds."
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