With Haunted Cruise: The Shakedown, Tanya R. Taylor illustrated …
I was pleasantly surprised several weeks back when the very talented and gifted Diane Morasco from Morasco Media and J. Fox Ink told me that she already had almost all of my books and was about to get busy reading them. Since then, she has read three of them and I, of course, am very happy that she enjoyed them all.
Recently, her review of my latest release Haunted Cruise: The Shakedown was posted on Blogcritics and swept up by America’s Most Haunted. Yes! They, in turn, tweeted about it (their tweet is listed here to the right corner of this site).
Now, today, Diane’s review of my #1 best selling book Cornelius has gone live. I am humbled by what she has written in each instance. You may find her review of Cornelius here 🙂 : http://blogcritics.org/book-review-cornelius-by-tanya-r-taylor/
INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare (Part 2)
Their laughter abruptly ended when six police cars with blazing sirens and flashing red and blue lights zoomed past the Adams’ black Cadillac.
“Where on earth are they rushing to this time of night?” Marie gazed behind them.
Dave shook his head. “I wonder what it is this time.”
A trickle of rain splashed the windshield, then a sudden burst splattered onto the glass.
“Where did this come from?” Dave reached quickly for the wiper switch.
“Dad, we can barely see anything!” Amy said as her father slowed the car considerably.
They drove for another half a mile before noticing one of the street lights just ahead exploding after a large flash of lightning struck.
“Did you guys see that?” Amy asked.
“What on the lamp-pole could have possibly attracted that lightning?” Marie wondered. “Aren’t those things insulated?”
“I always thought so,” Dave said.
“There goes another one!” Marie cried as they watched a street light on their left erupt into pieces. Then another, just seconds later on the right. “Oh, my God… it’s what I saw; remember?” She was looking at Dave.
“Yeah, I remember,” Dave answered quietly. “The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. It’s a good thing we’re almost home.”
“What dream?” Amy asked. “Mom, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Dave swiftly returned.
“Mom, what’re you not telling me?”
Marie looked at Dave who was finding it nearly impossible to see straight ahead although the wipers had been set at full speed.
“Amy, this is not the time,” Dave insisted. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Let’s just focus on getting home safely.”
Amy sat back in the seat – arms folded. Her mother usually shared everything with her. Why was this time any different? She wondered.
The vehicle came to a complete halt. An unkempt man with medium-length, dirty-blonde hair was standing directly in front of it. He was staring wildly at them through the windshield as the heavy rain beat mercilessly upon him. Leaning forward a bit more, he rested both hands on the hood of the car; his intense glare eerily fixed as he and the savagery of the rain storm appeared to be one—like they were inherently connected.
Dave, Marie and Amy all gazed at what stood before them.
“Dave…” Marie nervously glanced at her husband, expecting him to do something.
Dave blew the car horn. “Get away from here!” he shouted, waving an arm. The wipers moved speedily as the stranger’s face flashed constantly before them.
The man’s focus was unbroken until a car’s blaring horn sounded behind the Cadillac. In an instant, he was gone and Dave wasted no time moving forward.
“How on earth did you see him?” Marie asked. “A few inches more and you would’ve surely hit him!”
“At the last minute, I thought I saw something in front of the car,” Dave explained. “Good thing, I didn’t keep going.”
“That guy’s a weirdo,” Amy said. “Why was he staring at us like that? He’s creepy.”
Marie sat quietly, wondering what to make of the encounter.
Minutes later, they were pulling into the garage of their home and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
“What do you make of that nut?” Dave was lying in bed with legs crossed and hands behind his head.
Marie had just slipped into a black nightie and was heading to bed. “Don’t know. Did you see the look on his face?” She asked, getting beneath the covers.
“Weird. For a moment there, I thought I might have to get outside in the pouring rain for that idiot.”
Marie reached over and switched off the lamp. Dave immediately put his arm around her.
Her back to him, Marie smiled. “I’m so lucky to have you as my husband, Dave Adams.” She stroked his hand gently.
“I’m the lucky one,” Dave answered softly. “But since I don’t really believe in luck, I guess fortunate is the better word. I’m really proud of you, honey.”
“For what?” Marie turned and faced him.
“Well, for starters…. you’ve worked hard and accomplished something that many people only dream of; you’ve survived an upbringing that was literally hell on earth and pulled through all right. What I admire most about you, Marie, is that you’re a kind, loving person with a heart of gold. How can I not be proud of you?”
Marie leaned in and kissed him; her hand now rested on his chest.
“Did you really think that no one would buy the book?” he asked.
“No.” Marie replied. “I just made up my mind that if someone was at least crazy enough to give it a shot, maybe it would help them in some way—at least that’s what I was hoping for. If it helped at least one person, that would’ve been good enough for me.”
“You see it’s definitely serving its purpose. Don’t you?”
Marie nodded. “But that’s strange; isn’t it?”
“That I’m nobody special and people think that I did something worthwhile for them. I’d be the first to admit that other people out there deserve far more recognition for their work than I do.”
Dave laughed quietly. “You never were good at receiving compliments, Marie. So humble: That’s another thing I love about you.”
“We’ve come a long way. Haven’t we?” She smiled.
“We certainly have.” This time, Dave initiated the kiss and they were locked in each other’s embrace until passion drove them to the inimitable heights of ecstasy.
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“Okay, I hope you’re happy now,” Deed said to the ghost that stood next to him. “I told him the whole deal; now do you mind just going away for a while and giving me some extra room to breathe?”
They were both standing in the doorway watching as Trent reversed out of the yard.
“He won’t listen,” Peter said solemnly.
“Well, that’s just too bad. Ain’t it?” Deed gave him an irritated look. “Not my problem, buddy. Remember… I’m just the messenger.”
He turned around only to find Peter directly in front of him. “He loves her too much,” Peter said, his eyes so dull and lifeless—the looks of which made Deed want to take a drink.
“So what does that have to do with me?” Deed probed. “What’re you saying anyway? He loves her too much. What? What?”
Peter’s gaze was piercing. “You must warn him,” he said before vanishing into thin air.
Deed shook his head. “That guy’s determined to be a needle in my butt. The more you do for these blasted ghosts the more they want from you! Hell with it!” He slammed the front door.
* * *
This just can’t be happening, Trent thought. That Deed Grumbley guy must be out of his mind! Yet, deep inside Trent knew better—the guy had spoken with such veracity that only a fool would choose to ignore what had stared him right in the face. As he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, the fact that Deed basically confirmed everything Tina had been telling him all the while weighed heavily on Trent. She was in a place he knew she didn’t belong and he had put her through so much emotional pain that he was certain she would never forgive him.
He picked up the single rose he had purchased at a stop light on his way there and walked into the building toward Palenski’s office.
“Come right in!” Palenski was standing at his desk. “When my secretary said you were here, I knew I couldn’t have you waiting as you’re a very busy man, Mister Matheson.”
Trent took a seat. He hadn’t recalled seeing Palenski that upbeat before and wondered if his partial consumption of the cup of coffee on his desk was responsible.
“Is that for me?” Palenski asked, eyeing the rose.
“I think not,” Trent replied, obviously in no mood for meaningless chatter and definitely not for jokes.
Palenski sat down. “Can I offer you some coffee or tea?”
“No thanks, Doc. I’m just here to see Tina and to find out how she’s progressing.”
“Well, the good news is that we might have pin-pointed the appropriate medication for her. She’s responding very well to it and after a little more observation, I would be able to revert to you. If she continues to do well, she will be back home with you and your baby in short order. However, the key is to ensure that she takes her medication precisely as prescribed because we don’t want any distressing episodes to arise as before. You know what I mean.”
“I do,” Trent affirmed.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you any longer than necessary, so I’ll walk with you to her room. We can chat on the way.”
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The hooded, faceless figures were said to have astral projected — mere humans in their most powerful form. They will stop at nothing to get the child, their leader, and Matheson must face the unnerving consequence of his unwillingness to hand it over to them.
The foot soldiers are daunting, nonetheless, and tragic events that mimic a dark past begin to bathe the city. Would one child be worth all of the chaos — one telepathically gifted… unusual child?
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After baby Foster is born, his mother, Tina, is the only one that sees the hooded, faceless figures dressed in all-black robes surrounding the creepy mansion. She is all-out convinced that they want the baby. But why? Her fiancé, Trent, thinks that the love of his life has suddenly gone berserk and is ultimately forced to make a decision that would potentially devastate his family and leave his relationship with Tina hanging in the balance.
Later, he learns a sinister truth about his ancestry that utterly floors him and unveiled is a revelation involving his one and only son that will not adversely affect his own family… but the entire world.
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Her blood-curdling scream filled the air, yet the woods behind the mansion was eerily quiet and paid no attention to her desperate cry for help. Tina Sheffield was staring at the thing that had just slid out of her — still attached to the other end of the umbilical cord. She wanted to get up and run out of there as fast as her legs could take her, but her physical connection to the one that shared her DNA prevented her from being able to do so. Furthermore, blood and a watery substance had settled beneath her and between them. She wished she had a pair of scissors, a knife or any sharp tool to cut the fleshy cord and separate herself forever from the newborn with the beaming, green eyes and grotesquely distorted face. She was hyper-ventilating and felt that she was about to lose all sense of consciousness when she heard a dangling of keys near the front door, then the door opening and shutting again.
“Tina, I’m home!” went the voice she was so relieved to hear.
“Trent!” She cried at the top of her lungs still staring at what lay in front of her. “Hurry! Please!”
Holding the plastic bag that contained the large bowl of vanilla ice-cream, Trent came upon a sight on his living room floor that absolutely shocked him.
“Oh my God! What in the world…” He quickly put the bag down and rushed over to Tina.
Tina was drenched in tears. “Get a scissors or a knife quickly, Trent! Cut the cord! Please cut this frigging cord!” She pleaded.
“Okay,” Trent was suddenly feeling nauseous; his mind racing and unearthly thoughts flooding his brain. He ran to the kitchen for a large knife and seconds later, was back.
“Cut it!” Tina demanded.
“Where?” He asked nervously.
Trent’s hand was shaking as he attempted to sever the umbilical cord. He looked away as the thing snapped cleanly in two. Tina backed away hurriedly, still on her buttocks as more liquid gushed from her body with the hasty movement.
“I’ll… I’ll get some towels,” Trent said, rushing upstairs.
Tina sat against the wall shaking violently as if on the verge of a melt-down. The baby had managed to get a thumb near its lips and was now lightly sucking it. Trent returned moments later and took the large towel over to Tina. He helped her as she placed it against her vagina to stop the dripping. He then hurried over to the baby, knelt down beside it and gently picked it up.
“We have to get you to the hospital,” Trent said to Tina.
With her eyes still fixated on the infant, she asked, “What is that?”
Trent grimaced. “Tina, it’s our baby.”
“No!” She protested. “It’s not! It’s not our baby, Trent! How could it be our baby?”
“What do you mean it’s our baby? Look at it! It’s a monster! Can’t you see?”
Trent was at a loss for words.
“What’re we gonna do with it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I have to go to the hospital, so what’re we gonna do with it?”
“Tina, the baby’s coming with us,” Trent said matter-of-factly.
“Oh no, it’s not.” She shook her head. There was now a strange calmness in her voice. “That thing is not coming anywhere with me. No one’s gonna know that I gave birth to such a hideous, ungodly creature.”
Then suddenly, her eyes widened as she saw that the child had instantaneously and inexplicably assumed full human form. His black hair was pencil straight and his eyes, brown and entrancing.
“Oh my goodness, do you see that?” She asked, as if disbelieving her own eyes.
“Yes, honey. I see our beautiful baby,” Trent replied, realizing that something on the inside of Tina had snapped.
“What’s wrong with me? Am I seeing things?” She asked earnestly.
He was afraid to answer. The baby started to cry.
“Bring him to me,” Tina urged.
Trent carefully handed the child to her.
“He looks just like you, honey.” She held the infant closely. “He has your eyes.”
“He does. Doesn’t he?” Trent smiled.
They gazed lovingly at the child whose arrival they had anxiously awaited. However, not envisioning for a moment that he would arrive into the world on his father’s living room floor.
“We have to get you two to the hospital,” Trent reminded Tina.
“Okay,” she smiled, now accepting of the idea that both mother and baby would be going.
He took the baby and helped Tina up off the floor.