Title: Tortured Souls
Series: The Orion Circle
Author: Kimber Leigh Wheaton
Publisher: Sea Dragon Press
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Expected Publication Date: 29th June 2014
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Sometimes
Rest in Peace isn't an option
Kacie Ramsey sees ghosts—and it's ruining her
life. Her mother left, her father blames her, and no matter how hard she tries,
she can't keep the ghosts away. Now a new power has emerged. Nightly visions of
grisly murders and a relentless predator draw her to the brink of insanity.
When the phantom appears at a party, Kacie's
longtime crush, Logan, saves her. He invites her to join the Orion Circle, a
group of supernatural hunters with chapters in schools all over the country.
Through the Circle, Kacie learns to embrace her spiritual powers, and for the
first time in her life she feels in control rather than a victim.
But the Foxblood Demon will not give up so
easily. A demented serial killer in life who trapped the souls of the thirteen
children he murdered, imprisoning them within the walls of his mansion. Now in
death, he plots his return while drawing power from the pure souls of the
children. He recognizes something in Kacie he's never seen before—a medium
powerful enough to provide a vessel for his tainted soul.
Kacie can't ignore the tortured souls of the
children crying out to her every night. With Logan at her side, she will fight
the Foxblood Demon. But can they banish this powerful phantom, or will Kacie
lose not only her body, but her eternal soul to the monster.
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Excerpt from Chapter One ~
Something Wicked
Deafening
music shakes the walls, vibrates the floor, and pounds a rhythmic beat in my
skull. Gyrating bodies turn every bit of space into a dance floor. Sweat breaks
out on my forehead, and my heart races. Strobe lights flash, teens dance with
wild abandon. Shrieking laughter bubbles around me.
“Gotta
take a leak!” my dance partner shouts over the music.
He
races off, weaving through the thick wall of bodies. Mike or Mick or
something—I didn’t catch the name he yelled when he asked me to dance. Doesn’t
matter, he wasn’t my type at all. I mean, the guy guzzled beer while dancing.
After grabbing a diet soda from a nearby cooler, I’m about to search for my
friends when a dark feeling washes over me. My feet refuse to move, and I stand
rooted in place.
The
once loud music is now hollow in my ears. I gasp for breath, choking on the
lack of air around me. Tiny hairs on the nape of my neck rise to attention.
Something wicked is behind me. I know I’m the only one here who feels a
difference in air pressure. An oppressive weight presses against my skin,
making me feel as though I’m underwater. I blink a few times, watching the
people around me continue their manic dancing—oblivious to the bogeyman that
just entered the room.
Afraid
to turn around, I stand my ground, sipping my soda. I pretend I’m unaware of
the shuffling noises behind me, sounds I shouldn’t be able to hear over the
blaring music. Swaying my hips, I hum along with the music, trying to ignore
the ominous presence crushing me.
Whatever
it is, I can’t let it know I sense it. Evil pours off it in waves, blanketing
the entire room. I close my eyes, willing the creature to go away, return to
whatever mausoleum or grave it calls home. Malevolent spirits feed on fear. I
must control mine at all costs.
When
I open my eyes, I’m gazing into the face of an angel. Not literally, but he may
as well be in my book. Logan glances behind me, and I know he sees the spirit.
He doesn’t gasp or scream or faint dead away. His golden eyes narrow as though
he’s in a staring contest with the specter.
“You’re
not welcome here,” Logan says to the presence behind me. He meets my gaze
again. “You know it’s there.”
It’s
not a question but a statement. I nod, a weak bob of my head, unsure whether
this intimate moment with my dream guy is a good thing or not. Meeting over a
nasty phantom is not my idea of romantic. And yet I can’t stop staring at the
way his blue t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders and chest—how his light brown
hair curls around his earlobes. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. For six
weeks I’ve wanted out of the friendship box with Logan, but I was hoping for
girlfriend, not crazy girl.
“Kassandra,”
a voice rasps behind me.
QUOTES FROM THE BOOK
Even with the ghosts and a
creepy innkeeper, I think this is the best night of my life. ~Kacie
“You’re not alone anymore,
Kacie. You can talk to me whenever you want, even two in the morning if
needed.” ~Logan
“I am
Lucas Yardley,” the man yells as he sprays the
area with bullets. “I am the son of our
God Lucifer—the new Anti-Christ! Your tiny bullets cannot harm me!” Those
are the crazed man’s last words before a bullet pierces his forehead, forever
silencing him.
“Can bagels really cancel out a
ghostly homicidal maniac?” I ask, glancing up at him with a grin.
“You’re right,” Logan says with
a groan. “Should’ve got doughnuts.”
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