Congratulations to Linda Welch on the release of her Dark Demon Rising (Whisperings Paranormal Mystery #7)
by Linda Welch
What would you think if you woke in an unfamiliar place, with no memory of how you got there?
Suppose it’s a dream, and pinch yourself?
What if you can’t pinch yourself?
I have to rely on my ghostly buddies and a fake clairvoyant to help me solve a personally harrowing mystery and just when we think we’ve found the guilty party, the game changes. The real culprit’s convoluted plan is diabolical and shooting me was the first step. The next step could change the Gelpha world, and that would be just the start.
Poor Royal. He’s tolerated my interaction with dead people but never been happy with it. Now he has to take a real leap of faith. Now, if he wants to save my life and protect the future of three worlds, he has to believe.
About the author:
website-FB-twitterI was born in Hampshire, England and after moving to the USA lived in Idaho, California and New Mexico before settling in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah. I now live in a mountain valley more or less halfway up a mountainside with my husband Tom and Scottish terrier Duncan. Unlike Tiff Banks, the heroine of the Whisperings series of paranormal mysteries, I am not tall and white-haired, do not see demons and haven’t seen a dead person for a while. I’m actually older than dirt, have the aches and pains which come with age and the cantankerous nature.
No, I don’t see dead people. Not a dead person in sight. What I do see are moose, deer, fox, raccoon, skunk, wild turkey, a huge wild bird population, feral cats (which I trap, have neutered and returned to the wild) and a ridiculous amount of snow. When not writing, and depending on the season, I’m usually tending to Scottie or husband (guess which one gets preferential treatment,) filling the bird feeders, futiley attacking the weeds in my much-too-big garden or shoveling out after a snow storm.
website-FB-twitterI was born in Hampshire, England and after moving to the USA lived in Idaho, California and New Mexico before settling in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah. I now live in a mountain valley more or less halfway up a mountainside with my husband Tom and Scottish terrier Duncan. Unlike Tiff Banks, the heroine of the Whisperings series of paranormal mysteries, I am not tall and white-haired, do not see demons and haven’t seen a dead person for a while. I’m actually older than dirt, have the aches and pains which come with age and the cantankerous nature.
No, I don’t see dead people. Not a dead person in sight. What I do see are moose, deer, fox, raccoon, skunk, wild turkey, a huge wild bird population, feral cats (which I trap, have neutered and returned to the wild) and a ridiculous amount of snow. When not writing, and depending on the season, I’m usually tending to Scottie or husband (guess which one gets preferential treatment,) filling the bird feeders, futiley attacking the weeds in my much-too-big garden or shoveling out after a snow storm.
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