YA Paranormal Romance
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Bryn McCaskey is young, naïve, and can talk to ghosts...
Like her mother and grandmother, Bryn comes from a breed of witches called The Keepers of the Lost Souls. Their main purpose is to guard those spirits who are permanently or temporarily grounded in the world of the living. Handling supernatural creatures is something which comes naturally to Bryn, however, dealing with people is a whole different story.
As her 18th birthday approaches it's time for her to take on her first assignment. Bryn is forced to confront her inability to communicate with others in an effort to save the one soul that can mean the difference between life and death for mankind.
Johnny Shaw is a lost soul with a personal vendetta against witches...
A vendetta he has carried on even after death. As much as he hate's them he must join forces with a keeper witch, in order to stop a century old threat. When fate brings them together, not only will they be forced to learn how to work as a team, but they will have to depend on each other to stop an evil witch carrying a six hundred year grudge!
The only reason I escaped being ripped into twenty chunks of flesh was due to Uncle Hung’s intervention. Had he not been in the room with me, I would’ve suffered a gruesome death. Instead, I ended up succumbing to the huge gash on my abdomen, a product of my one on one battle with the evil beast.
As the demon spun around, facing me, I waited to see whether or not it would pick up on my presence a mere fifteen or so feet away. So far, it seemed to have a hard time finding me. Somewhat relieved to have the upper hand for once, I summoned as much energy as I could while the Voltus demon remained oblivious to my whereabouts.The second the atmosphere began to change around him, the demon started to back away from me, suddenly wary of the unseen threat nearby. Just as his rump reached my bedroom doorway, I hurled a ball of energy his way, sending him crashing into my bedroom with a loud thud.
In less than three seconds flat he was up and out of my room, rushing toward me with deadly intent. Because he’d seen the direction the energy ball had come from, he had an idea of my whereabouts, so in order to avoid his dark magic, I sidestepped him and ran down the hallway in the same direction he’d come from just seconds before.I hurried down the hall to the opposite staircase, the Voltus demon fast on my heels. Because it detected my movements, it could follow me everywhere I went, and as I rushed to the first floor, it did an excellent job keeping pace with me.
Directing my invisible feet to the center of the living room, I continued forward, determined to mock and outsmart the angry beast chasing me. Intent on annoying him as much as possible, I failed to notice the black ivory stones laid in a perfect circular pattern on the carpet. Because I was too busy acting like a six-year-old, I ran straight inside the circle just as Una’s form materialized right in front of me.
“Well, well, well. Johnny Shaw, how nice it is to see you,” she mocked.
Coming to a stop, I assessed her curly, store-bought red hair and brown eyes filled with hate. I’d waited so long to confront the hated fiend that for a second or two I couldn’t believe she was actually there.
“Una!” I spat her name out as if was venom to my lips. “I can’t say the same thing about you.”~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
About the Author:
As a child, she used to lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s all grown up, Kristy gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to life in ways that most readers might not expect.
She’s always had a passion for writing but never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying out numerous options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most so when she found herself with some free time on her hands, she decided to pursue her passion. As it turned out, her very active imagination helped her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so ordinary characters that helped the stories move along in one way or another.
As she keeps moving along in achieving her dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between her four children and her very understanding husband.