Sometimes Demons Whisper
WCPC Paranormal Consultants
Releases 2/22/19 on eXtasybooks
Kayden’s gift allowed him a place at Watercrest Cannon Paranormal Consultants, but it shattered his future. Could his best friend, Bryan, pick up his pieces?
Kayden and Bryan find a way to deal with the demons that the consultants at WCPC can’t handle.
WCPC handles all your paranormal needs. Poltergeists, ghosts, or mystical apparitions, we can help. We employ the most talented wranglers who can control even the toughest demons around. Call the consultants of Watercrest Cannon Paranormal Consultants to help.
Broody wrangler and tactile psychic take on the mystery at Brown-Blythe Manor - Sometimes Demons Whisper.
Kayden reached out for the ladle. Immediately, the images washed over him. Many of them layered on top of each other. The utensil had been well used. Kayden took a deep breath and sorted through the images searching for the girl and the master. There were several flashes of the slave girl, but nothing helped. Then, finally, he saw the master. It took a moment to narrow down to a single vision. An older woman held the object. The ladle stirring in a large pot. She thrummed with anger and frustration. She looked over at the master in his new suit looking like…
“Shut your mouth about her. I’m master here, and I’m not going to go hiding it.”
“She’s a witch. I tell you.”
“She’s not. She’s just a slave. Like any other slave. I own her. And I’m not some kind of old flapdoodle.”
“No. You. I do not even want to get into this with you. I know you have the appetites of a man. I know you can do whatever you want with your slaves. I’m merely asking you to pick a different girl.”
The master huffed something else and turned away from the woman.
Kayden wanted to know who she was. His wife? Sister? It was too hard to tell, and the image faded as she turned away.
Enough of the picture of what had happened was clear. There was a possibility that the girl had some ability. The accusation of witchcraft alone wasn’t enough. Salem had proven that. Yet, there was something there—something in the strength of the slave. It might add up, but he didn’t have enough information. He knew that there was possibly some sort of voodoo rituals involved with the girl, but that didn’t mean she was the witch. If the voodoo priest was related? If they had combined their powers for something?
Kayden shook his head to clear it. His report would say there was a possibility of a haunting by the slave girl. Eventually, she had been killed there on the property. That much they knew from the history the family supplied. There were no signs of any imbued objects. Nothing like what the family was most interested in. Yet, he couldn’t rule it out, either. If the girl had been a witch, or if she had some other psychic ability, she might have done such a thing. Might have her reasons. The motive was there and easy enough to define.
Kayden sighed heavily. He needed lunch, and then he could finish his report.
Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. When she’s not writing she’s kayaking, hanging with her husband, or reading by the pool. Lynn writes Male/Male romance because she believes everyone deserves a happy ending and the dynamics of male characters can be intriguing, vulnerable, and exciting. She has both contemporary and paranormal titles and has been writing since 2014. Her stories don’t follow any set guidelines or ideas, but come from her heart and contain love in many forms.
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