Spectral Paranormal Investigations Ghost Guardians Book Two by S. Peters-Davis - Paranormal Suspense Romance Thriller, Paranormal Romance, New Adult, Suspense-Mystery
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Ghost Guardians
Book Two
by S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Paranormal Suspense Romance Thriller, Paranormal Romance, New Adult, Suspense-Mystery
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Date of Publication: July 2023
ISBN 9780228626442
Word Count: 54,000
Cover Artist: Pandora Designs
SPI (Spectral Paranormal Investigations) The team’s mission: Rescue ALL spirits left behind, even the evil ones. Murder, Mystery, and Mayhen…in ghost form
Bri Lancaster and Kyle Benton (SPI ghost detectives) investigate an 1880s rundown, haunted mansion in the middle of nowhere during one of the harshest winters remembered.
The SPI team uncovers that the evil entity bound to the mansion has trapped innocent spirits into an endless loop of abuse, sorrow, and the ultimate…death. In order to rescue the captives, the team discovers they must first defeat the crazed, abusive ghost.
But what happens when SPI team member, Kyle, goes comatose and the only way to rescue him is to extract the horrifying evil entity from Kyle’s body?
Guest Post
What inspired you to write this story?
Hello, JB’s Bookwormsš Thank you so much for having me at your lovely place to share what inspired me to write the Ghost Guardians series…
I’m a paranormal freak, and that part of me buried itself as a child until my mid-twenties. I took several courses and read plenty of books on intuition, being an empath, and deciphering dreams, wanting answers to my childhood trauma.
At 5 or 6 years old, I awakened to a visual spirit in my bedroom. I remember opening my eyes and seeing an older woman walking to my bedside and reaching toward me. Her lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear anything (although now, I hear a voice occasionally). I’m embarrassed to say as a child, I screamed my head off, waking my mom, dad, and sisters. The event happened several times, and neither of my parents believed me when I told them what I saw. I’d press my eyes closed so I wouldn’t see the spirit. I recall sleeping on the top bunk, over my sister, and looking down to see the ghost raising its arms toward me. I fell to the floor, again screaming at the top of my lungs. I think that time was my last visual of her. My parents thought something was wrong with me, and a doctor told me that I had a nightmare and that I actually ‘saw’ nothing. He also told me I would have to go to another doctor if my behavior kept happening. He scared me, and I wanted to believe that I didn’t see what I saw…so I believed what the doctor told me…it was only a nightmare.
I never forgot the woman that appeared to me in my childhood. Twenty-some years later, at my father’s house, my sisters and I were going through some of Dad’s old family pictures. I recognized my ghost. She was his mother, my visiting spirit. I’ve wanted that experience again, but once you shut off the gift of clairvoyance, it’s off, but there’s always a chance at getting it back.
I get visits in my dreams from people who have passed on, and I can feel and sense a presence in my awake time but haven’t been able to fully open the ability I had as a child.
My childhood experience inspired the “ghost” stories I write with empathic sensitivities and the imagination for the adventure and the characters. I’ve always been drawn to the paranormal genre and most likely always will. *smiles* It resonates with me and keeps me writing…as in, do what you love and love what you do.
Note: clairaudience (hearing voices), clairvoyance (seeing images), clairsentience (recognizing feelings), and claircognizance (knowing)
More information on this at The 4 Clairs Of Intuition & How To Tap Into Each | mindbodygreen https://www.mindbodygreen.com/articles/the-4-types-of-intuition-and-how-to-tap-into-each
JB’s Bookworms, thank you again for sharing my postš And a heart hug to all who stop in and check out SPI (Spectral Paranormal Investigations) – Ghost Guardians Series, Book 2. Heart Hugs, S. Peters-Davis
“We’re fine but a bit rattled.” Kyle glanced at me and then back at his father. “Sorry for the late visit, but I wanted you to hear what happened firsthand. Let’s sit at the kitchen table.” Kyle grabbed my hand and pulled me to a chair.
Miles shook his head as he pulled off his outside gear and settled into a chair across from Kyle and me. “I had no idea the weather would turn into a snowstorm, more like a blizzard. It took some time for you to get back here, didn’t it?” Without waiting for an answer, he continued,
“Sorry about that. Glad you made it without incident.”
“Well, about that…” Kyle nodded toward me. “Tell Dad everything.”
I did, not leaving out the woman in the window or the scary-looking man in the mansion doorway, or how the appearance of the building went back in time to brand new. Nor did I skip describing the sign I saw that disappeared or the distance we’d driven when we saw the last two women and how something must be keeping them stuck there.
“Wow, I had no idea that kind of history was attached to the old mansion. It makes me think of the bordello stories my grandparents shared. Turned out more of a horror story.” Miles stared at me. “Did you open doors to any of the rooms upstairs?”
“None. The vibe came across as pure evil.” A chill zipped up my spine like a sawblade, making me shiver, and my eyes slammed shut. Everything went dark.
Then suddenly, I popped back to the mansion, reliving each moment there. Only this time, my trip ended with me standing in front of the black-eyed man at the door. His arms reached toward me. My paralyzed body couldn’t move as he grabbed my shoulders with stabbing force. I said, “I have no fear,” repeating the mantra. His mouth stretched open, long and wide, and his pointed teeth lengthened. The familiar stench coated my face, the same as my earlier visit. Then I said, “I am filled with love and light; the Divine is my shield.” Before I could repeat the mantra, his mouth closed, and he vanished into a cloud of black smoke.
Voices called my name, echoing inside my brain until I forced my eyes open to Kyle’s handsome face. His warm hands released each side of my head.
“What happened to you? It’s like you passed out in the chair, then after a bit, you’re repeating a mantra. Dad and I hollered your name, but you couldn’t hear us.” Kyle studied my face. “You did pass out, didn’t you?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened. I’m not sure how it happened, but I returned to the mansion and got a good picture of that man’s appearance. I believe his clothing dates back to that of the 1885 plaque. That’s a starting point for research of when the place was built and who owned it.” My heart beat like a mountain of drums in my chest. “Some horrific trauma must have happened to that man to make him so vile. He wanted to hurt me, maybe even kill me.”
I’m a paranormal freak, and that part of me buried itself as a child until my mid-twenties. I took several courses and read plenty of books on intuition, being an empath, and deciphering dreams, wanting answers to my childhood trauma.
At 5 or 6 years old, I awakened to a visual spirit in my bedroom. I remember opening my eyes and seeing an older woman walking to my bedside and reaching toward me. Her lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear anything (although now, I hear a voice occasionally). I’m embarrassed to say as a child, I screamed my head off, waking my mom, dad, and sisters. The event happened several times, and neither of my parents believed me when I told them what I saw. I’d press my eyes closed so I wouldn’t see the spirit. I recall sleeping on the top bunk, over my sister, and looking down to see the ghost raising its arms toward me. I fell to the floor, again screaming at the top of my lungs. I think that time was my last visual of her. My parents thought something was wrong with me, and a doctor told me that I had a nightmare and that I actually ‘saw’ nothing. He also told me I would have to go to another doctor if my behavior kept happening. He scared me, and I wanted to believe that I didn’t see what I saw…so I believed what the doctor told me…it was only a nightmare.
I never forgot the woman that appeared to me in my childhood. Twenty-some years later, at my father’s house, my sisters and I were going through some of Dad’s old family pictures. I recognized my ghost. She was his mother, my visiting spirit. I’ve wanted that experience again, but once you shut off the gift of clairvoyance, it’s off, but there’s always a chance at getting it back.
I get visits in my dreams from people who have passed on, and I can feel and sense a presence in my awake time but haven’t been able to fully open the ability I had as a child.
My childhood experience inspired the “ghost” stories I write with empathic sensitivities and the imagination for the adventure and the characters. I’ve always been drawn to the paranormal genre and most likely always will. *smiles* It resonates with me and keeps me writing…as in, do what you love and love what you do.
Note: clairaudience (hearing voices), clairvoyance (seeing images), clairsentience (recognizing feelings), and claircognizance (knowing)
More information on this at The 4 Clairs Of Intuition & How To Tap Into Each | mindbodygreen https://www.mindbodygreen.com/articles/the-4-types-of-intuition-and-how-to-tap-into-each
JB’s Bookworms, thank you again for sharing my postš And a heart hug to all who stop in and check out SPI (Spectral Paranormal Investigations) – Ghost Guardians Series, Book 2. Heart Hugs, S. Peters-Davis
Excerpt
Bri’s point of view“We’re fine but a bit rattled.” Kyle glanced at me and then back at his father. “Sorry for the late visit, but I wanted you to hear what happened firsthand. Let’s sit at the kitchen table.” Kyle grabbed my hand and pulled me to a chair.
Miles shook his head as he pulled off his outside gear and settled into a chair across from Kyle and me. “I had no idea the weather would turn into a snowstorm, more like a blizzard. It took some time for you to get back here, didn’t it?” Without waiting for an answer, he continued,
“Sorry about that. Glad you made it without incident.”
“Well, about that…” Kyle nodded toward me. “Tell Dad everything.”
I did, not leaving out the woman in the window or the scary-looking man in the mansion doorway, or how the appearance of the building went back in time to brand new. Nor did I skip describing the sign I saw that disappeared or the distance we’d driven when we saw the last two women and how something must be keeping them stuck there.
“Wow, I had no idea that kind of history was attached to the old mansion. It makes me think of the bordello stories my grandparents shared. Turned out more of a horror story.” Miles stared at me. “Did you open doors to any of the rooms upstairs?”
“None. The vibe came across as pure evil.” A chill zipped up my spine like a sawblade, making me shiver, and my eyes slammed shut. Everything went dark.
Then suddenly, I popped back to the mansion, reliving each moment there. Only this time, my trip ended with me standing in front of the black-eyed man at the door. His arms reached toward me. My paralyzed body couldn’t move as he grabbed my shoulders with stabbing force. I said, “I have no fear,” repeating the mantra. His mouth stretched open, long and wide, and his pointed teeth lengthened. The familiar stench coated my face, the same as my earlier visit. Then I said, “I am filled with love and light; the Divine is my shield.” Before I could repeat the mantra, his mouth closed, and he vanished into a cloud of black smoke.
Voices called my name, echoing inside my brain until I forced my eyes open to Kyle’s handsome face. His warm hands released each side of my head.
“What happened to you? It’s like you passed out in the chair, then after a bit, you’re repeating a mantra. Dad and I hollered your name, but you couldn’t hear us.” Kyle studied my face. “You did pass out, didn’t you?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened. I’m not sure how it happened, but I returned to the mansion and got a good picture of that man’s appearance. I believe his clothing dates back to that of the 1885 plaque. That’s a starting point for research of when the place was built and who owned it.” My heart beat like a mountain of drums in my chest. “Some horrific trauma must have happened to that man to make him so vile. He wanted to hurt me, maybe even kill me.”
About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. Paranormal suspense-thriller romances are her favorites. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren and her dog, Sparky, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/spdavis788
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BWL Author Page: https://bookswelove.net/davis-s-peters/
Brandy, thank you again for hosting SPI, Ghost Guardians Series, Book 2. I enjoy visiting your place and appreciate your place and your time:) Heart Hugs, Susan
ReplyDeleteSpectral Paranormal Investigations: Ghost Guardians sounds like a story that I will enjoy reading and I am looking forward to more from the series. Thank you for sharing your guest post, bio and the book details, I have enjoyed reading about you and your work throughout your book tour
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