Anne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment.
Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
"Come, we should leave at once," she said and glanced nervously
over her shoulder. "Something terrible happened after you left for town. I
think the Abbess found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan's cabin is no
longer a secret. We have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us
even as we speak. I think the Abbess, or one of her 'friends,' is hovering
somewhere nearby and listening to every word."
Andrew pulled Genevieve to his chest. "Do you regret you've come
with me?"
Passion smothered Genevieve's doubt and guilt. "Never," she
answered, aware of her body's response to his touch, and she succumbed to his
embrace.
With her eyes closed and their
bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted
in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them.
Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of
conscience berating her.
"Oh, God. Please forgive
me," Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her.
Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.
Genevieve's spirits fell and her
heart skipped a beat when, a couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and
her gaze fell on a knot strangers.
… . .
.
Tears welled in Anne's eyes,
blurring her vision. She couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping
into her heart. This should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least,
contentment. She was with Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together
should, very likely, bring their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached
from where she stood?
Anne shivered. Why the deep feeling of having seen this place, this
forest before? And why the eerie sensation of being present here only in the
body, while her mind was far away?
Away from the forest.
Away from Neil, the man who'd betrayed her trust and her love.
An onrush of sensations unfamiliar
to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated
her.
Anne edged cautiously closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot
tapped the edge. It seemed solid. She stared into the darkness of the abyss at
her feet. It echoed the shadows in her heart. An unusual curiosity took hold of her. Should
she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones? Another mystery? The
presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. The
vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth. Her throat turned
dry, and she gasped for air.
Megan's face contorted, the voice no longer
pleasant. A hoarse gurgle, spluttering distorted words, "Yes, come... I'm
waiting... I've been waiting for you for such a long time..."
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Carmen
Stefanescu was born in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire
Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just
speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led
someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.
She
has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote
during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s
regime in 1989 and the opening of the country to the world meant a new
beginning for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in
English.
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