Spiritwalker
Some Like It Haunted
Tanith Davenport
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance
Publisher: Totally Bound
Date of Publication: 20 October 2020
ISBN: 978-1-83943-443-3
Number of pages: 58
Word Count: 15010
Cover Artist: Totally Bound
Tagline: By night she walks with spirits. By day they turn her world
upside down.
Book Description:
Tamar Steele, a successful medium for a paranormal investigative team,
should be happy with her life—but life seems to be against her. Her
psychic field is being mysteriously blocked, causing her physical pain
and, worse, making it more and more difficult for her to come, creating
stress in her relationship with long-term boyfriend Jason.
But then, during the filming of a paranormal TV show, Tamar picks up on
Leslie, the recently murdered sister of her co-worker Hana—who later
tells her the murderer was in the room with them. Knowing the best way
to enhance her psychic ability is through sex, Tamar must rekindle her
troubled relationship with Jason and rebuild their passion as she fights
to solve the murder. Can she find the killer in time?
Sequel to “I Heard Your Voice” and “Tamar Rising”
Excerpt:
“Tamar?”
Adjusting her headset, Tamar Steele shifted the microphone closer to
her mouth as another chair flew across the room in front of her.
“It’s all right. I’m on it.”
There was the sound of breaking glass above her as a light bulb
shattered. Tamar moved forward to avoid the falling shards, holding
her torch out in front of her.
She’s here. I can feel her.
Her back was starting to ache. Through the darkness she could see a
spirit beginning to form, long white robes and flowing hair framing a
thin figure and pointed face. Terrified eyes fixed on hers.
“Tamar.” Hana’s voice crackled in her ear. “You need to get out of
there. This is getting too dangerous. Jason’s worried.”
“Tell Jason to calm down. I know what I’m doing.”
A newspaper shot across the floor, scattering pages everywhere. Tamar
took another step towards the spirit girl, holding up her hand,
focussing on the energy she could feel around her.
“Matt, I need your help here.”
She felt a light tug on her hair and knew Matt, her spirit guide, had
been listening.
“Listen to me,” she said firmly, holding the girl’s stare. “I can
help you.”
Fear. Panic. A name. Emily—her name is Emily. Died sometime in the
1920s.
“Let me help you, Emily.”
A sudden rush forward and the girl was right in front of her, arms
outstretched, mouth open, gasping for breath. Automatically Tamar
caught her wrists, keeping the reaching fingers away from her face as
she saw Matt’s blond head manifesting behind the girl.
“We can help you,” she repeated, then Matt’s arms were wrapping
around the girl from behind, his face close to hers as he whispered
soothing words into her ear.
The girl froze, then collapsed back against him, her arms
falling.
“I don’t want to be here! I don’t know why I’m here.”
“It’s all right.” Tamar’s gaze met Matt’s over the girl’s shoulder.
“We can send you home.”
She concentrated. “Light. Bring light.”
A glowing white light slowly formed between them, growing until the
girl was engulfed. A small smile formed on her face before, in a
bright flash, she was gone.
“We’re done here, Hana.”
“Okay. Asher’s on her way.”
Already Tamar heard the heavy footsteps of their newest team member
coming down the stairs into the cellar. A strong smell of sweet smoke
entered the room, closely followed by a short girl with rose-pink hair
in a bob, her tattooed arms emerging from her T-shirt.
“Hey, Tamar.”
“Hey, Asher.” Tamar gestured to the space in front of her. “Let’s get
the room cleansed and we can get out of here.”
“No problem.” Asher moved forwards, holding the burning incense out
in front of her. “Another satisfied customer upstairs.”
“Glad to hear it—”
Tamar’s voice broke off as her headset was filled with an
ear-splitting scream.
“Fuck!” Asher gasped. “What was that?”
Struggling to regain her composure, her heart pounding, Tamar
focussed hard on the room, stretching her energy field outwards,
trying to find something…
There was nothing.
Whatever it had been, it had come and gone.
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the
Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel
"The Hand He Dealt" was released by Totally Bound in June 2011 and was
shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and
House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a
driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink
Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her
side.
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