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.
About the Book:
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”
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Read an 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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