Three Heart Echo
by Keary Taylor
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense
by Keary Taylor
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense
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The demented thing is that this
evolved from the most sickly sweet, heart-wrenching love story you’ve ever
heard. I went to Sully because I just couldn’t get over Jack’s murder. I
couldn’t deal.
—
Iona came to me for the same
reason most did: because there was no closure. A love cut too short. She begged
me to open the gate between the living and the dead.
We should have left it shut.
—
This. This is not a love story.
This is a possession story. A story of lies. A story of two faces. This is a
story of death and violent echoes from the other side.
And there will be no happy
endings.
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EXCERPT:
There’s
been this look of dread and apprehension in Sully’s eyes since the moment he
opened the church doors to find me. It’s been growing into something hard and
cold moment by moment. But with my revelation, it solidifies into something
heavy as the world.
“Sit
down,” he says in something very close to a growl. He points to one of the two
chairs set in the middle of the room.
I
sit, dread and fear and anticipation climbing in my throat.
Sully
closes the door, and locks it.
The
huge man stalks around the room, lighting a match to first one candle, then
taking it to light the others. The room gradually grows lighter until a dozen
of them are lit, and I can finally see more than a foot in front of me.
I
rub my hands over my arms, because suddenly I realize that it is freezing in
here, despite the roaring fire Sully has kept in the other room.
Deep,
slow breathing pulls my attention back to the man.
He
stands in one corner, before a solitary, lit candle. His back is turned to me,
his hulking shoulders blocking out most of the light, casting him in an eerie
glow. His long hair hangs around his face. He breathes, slow, deep. But there’s
a quiver to it. Something unsteady.
I
want to ask him if he’s okay. To ask what is the matter, because everything in
me screams that there is.
But
I’m too petrified to open my mouth.
A
draft pushes through the edges of the covered window, sending the flames
dancing atop the candles. A shiver works its way down my spine.
Sully
suddenly steps back from the corner and drops down into the seat across from
me. He holds his hands out.
“The
watch,” he says nodding to his right hand. “Your hand.” He indicates the left.
I
can’t stop shaking. I set the pocket watch in his hand, and trembling, I rest
my hand in his other. He closes his fingers around mine, fully engulfing it
with his size.
Sully’s
eyes slide closed. I watch his face, seeing something come over it. Like he’s
slipping underwater, preparing to hold his breath against certain death. His
breathing becomes very light and shallow. His entire body becomes very still.
The temperature of his hand drops.
The
pain in my chest comes to a peak and I realize just how hard my heart is
beating. My hands are slick with sweat. I lean forward in my seat, far too
close to Sully’s face for comfort.
My
breath is held.
“Jack,”
Sully says, his voice low and deep. I jump when he speaks, startled, a bent
twig on the verge of snapping. “I know you’ve moved on, but I have someone here
who wishes to speak to you. If you wish to speak to her, please show yourself.”
Sully
is quiet for a long moment afterward that seems to roll into an eternity of
anticipation.
“What’s
happening?” I whisper, a cloud of breath billowing out from me.
Sully
lets out a slow, long shh,
his face suddenly going peaceful.
All
the blood in my body drops into my feet.
“Iona,”
Sully says. There’s something breathy in the way he says my name, something
disbelieving and hopeful and so full of everything.
“Jack?”
I breathe as tears spring into my eyes.
“Yes,”
Sully says, and he suddenly opens his eyes. But they only meet mine for a
moment. They shift off to the right, next to the window, by his shoulder.
Goosebumps
flash onto my skin as my eyes follow Sully’s.
“Can
you see him?” I whisper. I want to shy back, to put some distance between
myself and the ghost only he can see. But I’m also dying inside, knowing he is
hidden from my eyes.
“Yes.”
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Author Info
Keary Taylor is the USA TODAY
bestselling author of over twenty novels. She grew up along the foothills of
the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring
characters who always fell in love. She now splits her time between a tiny
island in the Pacific Northwest and Utah, with her husband and their two
children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps
her up at night.
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