Today's a special day ... I get to welcome author Liz Schulte back onto the blog as part of her blog tour for Dark Corners! This is her first release and people are raving about it, saying they couldn't put it down! Because of that excitement, I asked Liz to share a book excerpt with everyone so we can get a taste of it before we rush out and grab a copy *hint hint*
First though, here's the cover and blurb!
Psychological Thriller with Paranormal aspects
Ella Reynolds is in a dark place. She is losing touch with reality more and more everyday. Ella lives as much in her memories as she does in the present. She often drifts back into her own mind and relives the past as the terror of the present becomes overwhelming. Under constant mental strain from living with the murder of her husband and in a house she hates, Ella must look deeper into her past as well as the present to discover the truth. She knew from the first moment she walked into the old home someone or something was watching her. Waiting. A string of uncanny events takes place and practical explanations run thin. As the past and present come to a head, Ella must decipher who or what the murderer is before it takes her as well
** Book Excerpt **
Locking and double checking the door behind me, I felt agitated like something was going to jump out at any moment. In hopes of relaxing a little before I sat down to write, I got myself a glass of water. Something moving across the backyard caught my eye. I moved closer to the kitchen window to get a better look. Mr. Sexton was walking through the trees towards the fence separating our properties. I thought about yelling at him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to initiate conversation with him. He looked up and our eyes met for a moment. I stepped back from the window, my heart thudding. I felt like a child who had been caught spying. It only took a second to bully myself into stepping back towards the window to make sure he actually left.
He was gone; relief flooded me. Shutting my eyes for a brief moment I chastised myself for being weak. This was my property. I had every right to go outside and let him have a piece of my mind. My eyes opened to a horrible face pressed and contorted against the windowpane. A scream ripped from my throat as I stumbled backwards into the center island. Mr. Sexton's laughter drifted into the house from the other side of the glass, a sound that was every bit as infuriating as it was ominous. Fear fueled a white-hot anger inside of me.
“Get out of here,” I bellowed. “I'm calling the police”
I picked up the phone with shaking hands and dialed Detective Troy’s cell phone number. He answered on the second ring.
“Hey,” I said and then my mind went blank. I had no idea what to tell him. Was I being foolish for letting Mr. Sexton get to me with his crazy antics?
“This is Ella … Ella Reynolds.” I blushed like a school girl. Part of me wanted to hang up the phone and pretend this never happened. Another part of me demanded an ally.
“I know who you are.” He laughed. “What’s going on?”
He took my silence as a clue that everything was not alright.
“Are you all right?” His voice was suddenly lower and more policeman like.
“I’m fine—I’m sorry. I shouldn't have called. I'm overreacting.”
“About what?” His voice hummed with concern.
“I’ll tell you later. Don't worry about it—”
He cut me off. “What exactly are you overreacting about?”
“It's not important really. My crazy neighbor was staring at me through my window trying to frighten me—obviously it worked. No harm done, though. I'm fine. Really.”
“I'll be there in five minutes.”
“No, no—I'll see you … when I see you. I should go, get some work done.”
“Are you sure?”
Gabriel sighed, “Okay, if you’re certain—but call me immediately if you see him again.”
“I will Thanks. . . .”
I hung up feeling like a jackass. Did I seriously just call him to tattle on my neighbor?
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