By night she walks with spirits. By day they turn her world upside down.
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 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 them in time?
General Release Date: 20th October 2020
“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.
* * * *
As she arrived upstairs she was met by Jason, his blond hair mussed as though he had been running his fingers through it, an expression on his face somewhere between concern and resignation. He handed over a box and a steaming cup.
“Here. Tramadol and hot chocolate. I think you need it.”
“You’re not wrong.” Tamar shifted her shoulders, feeling the familiar pain along her spine. “It’s killing me.”
“You need to get back to the doctor. It’s getting worse.”
“I’m seeing my physio next week. I’ll get him to crack it a bit.” Tamar swallowed two pills, chasing them with hot chocolate. “Did we get anything on camera when it screamed?”
“Hana’s checking now.” Jason gestured across the room to where Hana was seated in front of a computer, running through footage of their evening. Standing beside her was the owner of the house, Paul Martin, who had booked them only a week previously. He was watching the screen with visible discomfort.
Tamar joined them. “What did we get, Hana?”
“Nothing much for the first hour,” Hana commented, pointing to the screen, which was showing an image of the gardens. “Nothing but those idiots who decided to fuck around.”
Tamar grimaced as she remembered. Having apparently seen the vans labelled TINTAGEL PARANORMAL in the street, a group of teenagers had crept up on them and shouted “Bollocks!” over the wall.
“Anything at the end?”
“We got the girl appearing and disappearing, but we didn’t get who screamed.”
“Oh well.”
“Do you think it’ll come back?” Paul asked, tugging nervously at his collar. He had stressed from the beginning that it was his family, not him, who believed in ghosts, but it looked as though he had changed his mind.
“The young girl shouldn’t. We sent her to the light.” Tamar glanced up at him, hiding a smile at his worried face. “If you have any more problems, call us and we’ll come straight away.”
A look of relief crossed Paul’s face, and Tamar turned back to the screen, this time allowing herself a smile. Another satisfied customer indeed.
I first started writing seriously when my tutor on a creative writing course pointed me towards the Romantic Novelists' Association and their New Writers' Scheme. Thanks to them, my debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was accepted by Totally Bound in 2011 and was nominated for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012. I haven't stopped writing since.
This year I'm working on my new series “Rock My World” plus the upcoming release of my back collection as audiobooks.
When I'm not writing, I love to read historical fiction and non-fiction as well as anything paranormal. I love to visit the theatre, watch horror movies and go to rock concerts. I also have two cats who like to destroy the house at night.
Find out more about Tanith at her blog and follow her on Twitter and Facebook.
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