Ghost Sanctuary by Becky J Book Feature


ABOUT GHOST SANCTUARY

 


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Ghost Sanctuary
Genre: Non-fiction paranormal/occult
Author: Becky J
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Pages: 166
Language: English
ISBN – 978-1-49180-336-3

Ghost Sanctuary is a factual accounting of a family’s struggle with ghosts living in their home. The book explains in detail the happenings faced by the family and their reaction to the invasion of the spirit realm into their own. The book contains fascinating photo and video evidence of what the family has and continues to experience. The author identifies how her own belief in God and the afterlife has helped her to overcome and understand the trials and tribulations of her family’s ordeal.

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ABOUT BECKY J

Becky J. is an equestrian lover and spends her days in Western activities, teaching, riding, training, and breeding horses. For more information about her unusual nonfiction tale, please visit www.GhostSanctuary.com.

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Up Close and Personal with Author Beverly Stowe McClure

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ABOUT A PIRATE, A BLOCKADE RUNNER, AND A CAT

Thirteen-year-old Erik Burks’ life is falling apart. When he discovers a lace bra in the glove compartment of his dad’s car, his mom leaves his father and drags Erik from being king of the hill in Texas to the bottom of the pits in South Carolina. No Dad, no baseball, no friends, just Starry Knight (a girl who reads minds) and her equally weird brother, Stormy, the twins that live down the block.

Just when Erik thinks life can’t get any worse, while hanging out at the beach one evening, he and the twins notice lights radiating from the lighthouse. The only problem is the lighthouse was deactivated years ago. Stranger still, a ship materializes in the moonlit harbor. Curious, the twins and a reluctant Erik investigate and discover the ghost of a blockade runner, a phantom cat, and a pirate who prowls Charleston Harbor, all searching for rest.

A former nonbeliever in the existence of ghosts, Erik cannot deny the proof before him. And he has a revelation: The ghosts may be the answer to his desire to return home. Erik soon makes a deal with the ghosts. He’ll help them find what they’re looking for so their spirits can rest in peace. In return, the ghosts will scare Erik’s mother so she’ll be on the next flight back to Texas. Star thinks his plan stinks, but Erik wants his life back, even at the cost of his mother’s sanity.

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Up Close

The thing about me is that I‘m shy and quiet and don’t do well around crowds of people. 

When I first get up in the morning, I dress then walk down the road to open the gate and fetch my newspaper. On the walk, I start my day talking to God. 

The most important thing in my life is my Heavenly Father, my family, my sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren.

I love to travel to visit my sons and their families in Charleston, SC, and Southern California.

In my spare time, I read, play the piano, snap pictures of clouds and wildlife, and trace my family genealogy.

One thing I learned about life was nothing lasts forever.

The sole mission I have on this earth is to love and help others through my writing, or however they need help, and to be a good mother and grandmother for my children.

One little known fact about me that might surprise you is I think most insects, like the praying mantis with their little hands folded under their chins, walking sticks with their fragile legs running up the wall, butterflies and moths with their colorful wings are beautiful and will rescue them from the cats whenever possible.

My favorite time of day is morning when it’s cool and the world is coming to life after the night.

I love to write about children and teens who learn that they’re important in our world.

The most difficult aspect about writing is putting my thoughts down on paper or the keyboard so they come out the way they are in my head instead of a jumbled, incoherent mess.

My most favorite aspect about writing is seeing the work published and readers telling me they love/like/can relate to my characters, plot, story, and when is my next book out.

When I became a published author for the first time, I sent copies to everyone I could think of.

The inspiration behind my book comes from a visit to my son and daughter-in-law in South Carolina. One morning we went to Folly Beach to watch the sun rise over the water. The Morris Island Lighthouse stands across the inlet. Now, a lighthouse must have a ghost, right? Who inhabited this lighthouse? Why was he a ghost? And what did I see cruising in the waters? A ship. A ghost ship with a pirate on board, wearing a tricorn hat, a cutlass at his side. What was his problem? The imagination is a wonderful thing. With a clear vision of these characters in mind, my story was born.

The most asked question about my book is Do the ghosts really exist? (Only the ghosts know.)Beverly Stowe McClure photojpg

ABOUT BEVERLY STOWE MCCLURE

Beverly Stowe McClure, a former teacher, is now enjoying a second career: writing. She never planned to be a writer, but in the classroom she and her students did such fun activities in art and science that she decided to write about some of them. Luckily, a few magazines liked what she sent them, and her articles have appeared in Humpty Dumpty, Jack and Jill, Ladybug, Focus on the Family Clubhouse, Jr., and others. Nine of her stories have been published as books, the latest one a MG/Tween eBook: A Pirate, a Blockade Runner, and a Cat. She also has two stories in Chicken Soup for the Soul anthologies.

Beverly enjoys discovering her ancestors in her genealogy research. She plays the piano. (Thank you, Mom, for making encouraging me to practice.) She takes long walks where she snaps pictures of wildlife and clouds, and of course she reads, usually two books at a time. She teaches a women’s Sunday school class. Watching baseball (Go Rangers) is another of her favorite activities. Retirement is fun.

 You can learn more about Beverly Stowe McClure at http://beverlystowemcclure.wordpress.com or her blog at http://beverlystowemcclure.blogspot.com

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Bud Bradshaw Visits Between the Covers During His RIVERWALKER Book Tour

Author Bud Bradshaw

About Bud Bradshaw

Bud Bradshaw’s fictional work, “RIVERWALKER,” is his second work, the first being “BRANDISHING,” the true-crime story of the California Highway Patrol’s worst tragedy.  His previous formal writing experience consisted of med-legal report writing – chiefly as a Qualified Medical Evaluator and Disability Evaluator – and Intelligence report writing while he served as a Special Agent with the Army’s 109th MI Group from 1969-71.

As an artist, Bradshaw’s work focuses on military history and the American West.  Many of his paintings, prints, and Giclees appear in private collections and museums in the U.S., Canada, England, Europe, Hong Kong, and Australia. He is a member of the Western Artists of America.

Along the way, Bradshaw worked as a professional musician while earning his B.S. and D.C. degrees.  You may view his web site and blog at budbradshaw.com/blog

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Interview

RIVERWALKER Book Tour

Q: Why was writing RIVERWALKER so important to you?

Because my previous work, “BRANDISHING”, had wrung me out emotionally. A non-fiction/true crime story, that book required many years of research and carried with it an emotional component far beyond anything anticipated.  Afterwards, I decided the next book should afford a change of pace: something lighter, less demanding and intense; one consideration was to write a children’s book.  Whatever the decision, though, it would have to be something fictional.  Naturally, fiction has its own set of demands, not the least of which is – for the sake of plausibility- a grounding in some kind of fact.   This would then require a certain amount of travel down Research Road, which was fine; but, before long, the simple had morphed into the complex and I learned a very important truth about fiction: never underestimate it.

Q: Can you tell us a little of what it’s about?

“RIVERWALKER” is the story of a uniquely gifted San Antonio police detective, Gifford Holloway, on the trail of a serial child killer – a psychotic, drug-pumping monster – who prowls the city’s famous Riverwalk attraction.  With the help of Salma Veramendi, a newspaper reporter, Holloway eventually confronts this unique evil.  Along the way, the reader will encounter several topics of interest, to include the following: the art and science of remote viewing; Nazis and the Norse pantheon; brujas and the Aztec pantheon; Ouija-like instruments called “Tablets”; sexual dimorphism; child abuse; drug abuse; and the history of San Antonio and the Riverwalk.

Q: How did you come up with the title?

Originally conceived as a ghost story set in San Antonio, it was decided to juxtapose an element of horror with something beautiful; it followed that the murders would take place along the city’s beautiful Riverwalk attraction, and that the murderer, then, would be the “RIVERWALKER.” It was a “natural,” a working title which remained in place.

Q: In RIVERWALKER you blend suspense, mystery, thriller and even paranormal aspects. Was it thrilling to write with in this many aspects?  Did you know what was going to happen or did you let the character guide you through this journey?

Maintaining flexibility was important, and that included allowing each character a full range of expression.  The genre overlap never seemed problematic; the story went its own way, followed its own head, genre be damned.  Good would triumph over evil, that much was certain in the beginning; but it took some time to determine what form that triumph would take.

Q: What was it about the mystery/thriller genre that intrigues you?

The unpredictability of the unknown; the dark side of humanity that haunts us; the fearful imagery it evokes; and our final solutions to our fears.

Q: Now that RIVERWALKER has been published, do you have another book in the wings?

Yes.  Gifford Holloway will be back, this time with new friends.

Q: Would you like to tell our readers anything else about you, your goals or upcoming appearances?

I enjoy and appreciate their comments and thoughts about my work.  They’re free to contact me on Twitter at  @budbradshaw1

or my web site at  www.budbradshaw.com/blog

Book Excerpt: Crossed Out by Kim Baccellia

Title: Crossed Out
Author: Kim Baccellia
Paperback: 212 pages
Publisher: Lachesis Publishing
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1897562683
ISBN-13: 978-1897562680

Following the light can’t be that hard, right?  So why don’t the dead just do it and leave Stephanie Steward alone?  However nothing is ever as simple as it should be as Stephanie learns when her hidden ‘gift’ becomes more than a nuisance, quickly turning into a liability.  If she can’t learn to trust someone with her secret, the world as she knows it will go to hell.  Literally.  But if she doesn’t choose wisely, she might just end up learning firsthand how hard it is to follow that light.  Because she’s next on the list to be crossed out.

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Book Excerpt:

I couldn’t deal with Mom and her holier-than-thou attitude about decorating crosses. If she had any clue why I needed to do this, maybe she’d back off. I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the wooden beams. My box of paints and Sharpie pens lay close to my side. I had to get the design just right. Roses, or something plainer? It didn’t help that it was so cold in the garage.

Why was it so hard to help the dead go to the other side? It’d be a whole lot easier if they told me what they wanted on their crosses. Dead girl comes, asks for help, and tells me she’s into pink roses. Yes, that would make my job a lot easier.

But one thing I’ve learned is, life isn’t easy. Cliché, but true.

Figures, this was how I’d spend my time on a Saturday – sitting cross-legged on the floor in our garage, worrying about finishing a cross for some dead girl. In a few hours, Mom would drag me to Mrs. Swanson’s house for a sleepover. I didn’t really have time to decorate a cross.

And each time I tried to sketch, thoughts of the meeting drove any thought of the design out of my mind. I mean, how could I even think of helping others – albeit dead ones – when my own life was such a disaster?

I didn’t want to go. But Mom was using the whole sleepover as a way to get me to be around Hillary, whom she thought would be such a good example for me. But I couldn’t tell my mother the truth – I hated Hillary. Yes, we’d once been close, but it wasn’t as if we were BFF anymore. No, Hillary made sure of that when I’d been stupid enough to trust her with my secret. A secret that was better left hidden. No one believed the dead could talk to you.

According to my last counselor, the only way that could happen is through serious Steven Spielberg special effects.

When I admitted to seeing one of my dead friends, he didn’t freak. No, he did something worse. He ended up suggesting to my parents that I needed to see a counselor – for serious psychological help. I mean, only crazy people see the dead.

And, I hate to say this, but his anti-anxiety and antidepressants don’t keep them away.

Sometimes I wished the drug cocktail could just erase them. It sure would make my life a lot easier.

Sighing, I decided to go with pink roses. What girl didn’t like pink?

A sudden coldness permeated the garage. Jeez, did Dad forget to close the back door again?

I pulled my hoodie tighter. Working in near darkness was bad enough without the drop in temperature.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

I dropped my black Sharpie.

Over in the corner of the garage loose papers and dust whirled around – a funnel growing larger and larger.

A light shone next to Mom’s holiday plastic boxes, illuminating some Christmas ornaments, tinsel, and wrapping paper.

“Stephanie…careful….”

The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!

I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I’d spent my summers.

Allison!

Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.

I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the “other” side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn’t know what to do.

“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.

She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled.

“Careful…danger….”

Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.

“No… another….”

Someone else?

“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”

Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi-transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they’d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.

Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.

I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn’t deal with this. Not now.

“Careful….”

The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.

I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she’d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.

“Allison, what’s it like to be…?”
The wind howled drowning out her answer.

And just as quickly, Allison left.

I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape. What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.

Crossed Out  is available to order at Amazon. To learn more about Kim Baccellia, visit her website at www.kimbaccellia.com..