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Romance
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
ISBN-10: 1612967981
Type: Fiction
Pages: 284
Copyright: Dec 21, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781612967981
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
The final book of the Desert Son trilogy begins with Carter and Brenda's child missing in the middle of the night. The evil spirit of Martin looms throughout, making their lives impossible and forcing them to aggressively pursue a solution.
They can’t shake that menacing spirit. Now it’s got a hold of their son.
They tried to get away, but it follows them wherever they go.
Carter and Brenda thought it was a clean break and a new start. They were dead wrong. They escaped their old life in Boulder and returned to Boston. Signs emerged indicated that this mission failed when their young son, Adam, began to speak. He would say things and act in a way that made Carter and Brenda believe they were not just a family of three.
When six-year-old Adam is kidnapped in the middle of the night, there is no more denying that the spirit of Martin had reared his very ugly head, again. This story culminates in a showdown that has only one possibility of finding peace in their lives.
They must find a way to move Martin into the afterlife. However, there’s one problem.
Martin has no intension of going.
Excerpt
A sharp, but dull bang jolted Carter’s eyes open, and he thought for a
moment about whether or not there really was a noise. He continued to
lie in bed next to his wife, Brenda, who softly snored beside him. Glancing
at the clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was 5:42 a.m., but darkness
still consumed the world around him. He heard nothing more, so his eyes
gently shut. He opened his eyes a second time. The first time he opened
them for his wife, Brenda. The second time was for his six-year-old son,
Adam.
There was no strong reason for concern. In fact, Carter may have
heard nothing at all. Perhaps he was startled by a dream. You can never be
too cautious was the motto he chose to live by. He gently lifted the covers
off his shoulders and slid his legs out to the floor, which was chilly
against his bare feet on this cool April morning.
There was no reason to alarm Brenda at this time. He slowly tiptoed
away from the bed with his hands out in front of him, trying not to bump
into anything. As he made his way into the hallway, he noticed that
Adam’s bedroom door was ajar, and they always closed their son’s door
after putting him to bed at night.
Suddenly, there was a sense of urgency within Carter as he briskly
walked down the hallway to Adam’s bedroom, which was separated by his
own bedroom by a single wall. When he looked in, he saw covers over his
son, and breathed a sigh of relief. The urgency that quickly consumed
him for that short walk down the hallway subsided just as swiftly as its
onset.
He flipped the light switch on and smiled as he strolled over to his
son’s bed to tuck him in. However, he noticed that his son’s bedroom
window had been opened and the screen was up. This was odd because he
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would not get any more air with the screen raised. Carter’s eyes then
jolted open wide and he jerked his head to his son’s bed and saw nothing
more than a crumpled blanket. Adam was not in his bed.
It was still too soon to wake Brenda. Adam was probably in the
bathroom. Carter moved out of the bedroom, but the whole house was
dark as Adam’s room was the only one with lights on. Adam was not in
the bathroom as he had assumed. Carter then whipped through the twostory
house room by room, flicking on the lights and quickly checking
every spot. Each time he cleared a room, his adrenaline would rise.
Carter returned to his bedroom to make sure that Adam had not been
in there the whole time or even slipped in after he left. He even checked
the closet, and the door made a creaking noise when he opened it,
prompting Brenda to ask, “Honey, what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he replied. “Just go back to sleep. Everything’s fine.”
Brenda sat up quickly in bed. She knew that whenever Carter said
that everything was fine, it was not fine. “What’s going on, Carter? What’s
wrong?” She jumped out of bed and met him at the closet.
“I’m just…Adam’s not in his bed. I don’t know…”
“What?” Brenda turned in a panic and ran down the hallway and into
his room. “Oh…oh…Adam? Adam honey, where are you? Adam? This isn’t
a joke. Where are you?” Brenda was frantically screaming out to her son
and hyperventilating.
Carter appeared beside her in Adam’s room. “I checked the upstairs.
Maybe he went downsta…”
Brenda terminated his sentence by running past him and down the
stairs. She went so hard down the stairs that she slipped and caught the
bottom step in-between and tumbled hard to the floor, twisting her ankle
in the process.
“Ahhhh…son of a bitch!” she screamed out in pain as she clutched her
ankle and rocked back and forth on the floor.
“Are you all right?” Carter asked. He flew down the stairs to get to
her, which was a dangerous maneuver in the dark. He had done it
countless times during daylight, and the light of the moon through a
front window together with a lightening dawn had given him the courage
to leap to her rescue.
“Oh, it hurts,” she screeched. “It really hurts!”
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