Enjoy an excerpt of The Shoppe of Spells 

The THE SHOPPE OF SPELLS is now available in e-format for your Spells WEBsmallreading pleasure at Amazon, Barnes & Noble,  and Smashwords. Print available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Morgan lay motionless, listening, struggling to define what woke her. A faint hum, almost imperceptible, thrummed through her body, battling the very rhythm of her being. There was something familiar about it. Was that hum from a smoke alarm going off in the distance?

The air crackled around her.

She released the breath she’d been holding and opened her eyes. Damp curls clung to her neck as she shifted up on her elbow and scanned the room. Streaks of light spiked beneath the closed bedroom door—the only light penetrating the room’s inky blackness.

Panic seeped into her sleep-fogged brain. Fire! She threw back the covers, felt a slight tingle as something brushed against her leg, and watched a faint violet outline disappear into the darkness. Thank God, her cat was in the room with her. Morgan swung her legs over the edge of the bed, felt the soft carpet under her toes and tried to remember all the rules about fire as she rushed closer to the spikes of light snaking toward her feet.

She reached out and patted at the door with her fingertips. The wood was cool to the touch. Her heart hammered as she watched the sparking light sizzle across her feet. Not hot, exactly…more…electric. Her mouth went dry. She forced her hand around the doorknob and, not getting a shock, turned it and pulled the door toward her.

Blinding white light, like that from a welder’s torch, filled the doorway, forcing her to shield her eyes.

“It’s okay,” a deep voice cajoled, “I’ve got you. Close your eyes and let me guide you.”

Squinting, she looked down and saw a strong hand reach through the light toward her. She eased her hand forward to meet his. As their fingers touched, a sudden flash of violet, followed by a bolt of energy exploded between them, thrusting her backward—into nothingness.

Her arms flailed, her hands grasped, seizing empty space.

Morgan screamed—a soundless howl, as her breath was sucked into the void.

She tumbled backward, plummeting into a black abyss.

With a jolt, she sat up in bed, drenched in sweat.


About Shanon Grey

I am a Fiction::Weaver, weaving stories of suspense and romance with threads of the paranormal.
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7 Responses to

  1. Ciara Knight says:

    Excellent excerpt. Spooky. 🙂 I can’t wait to read the book.

  2. Marilyn Baron says:

    Amazing. I totally believe this happened. I’ve had some of these paranormal experiences, too. The most recent, was when my husband and I were in Israel last year and I was asleep in our hotel room and then for some reason I woke up in the middle of the night and my father was there and gave me a big hug. And I said, Dad, you’re here. He had passed away the previous year, almost a year to the day of that experience. It was so real, it really felt like he was there. And I took that as a good sign.

    Marilyn Baron

    • shanongrey says:

      Marilyn, thank you for sharing your experience as well. What amazed me was how corporal she seemed. Apparently, you Dad was as well. Now I feel even more certain this actually happened. Thanks.

  3. Neecy says:

    Wow you gave me the chills!
    It touched my heart, thanks for sharing.

  4. Brenda says:

    Such an eye catching cover, and the excerpt really makes me want to read the book!

  5. Reblogged this on Creating Reality and Living Life and commented:
    I love this Lady

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