Hunters by Aoife Marie Sheridan
(Demon Series #1)
Publication date: October 1st 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal
Synopsis:
Abigail is nineteen. Her job, she hunts demons.
Her life so far has been tough. Having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide, she’s been taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says that she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems.
But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she has on her emotions soon starts to loosen. Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Reote, and she finds out a lot more than she was willing to learn.
Knowledge is power, but for Abigail, it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.
Purchase:
Will be 99c from October 20-27!!
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/
Amazon.co.uk: http://www.
Createspace: https://www.
Amazon.co.uk: http://www.
Createspace: https://www.
***
That night, I dreamt
of before.
My mother had been always sad. That’s how I remembered her.
I didn’t have one memory or a photo of my mum happy. My memories start from the
age of four, people say it’s not possible, but I have them and my mum has been
always sick. I remember sitting on the stairs and the doctors talking to my
father. I wasn’t sure at the time what they were discussing, but later I
learned it was because my mother wasn’t getting better.
Dad had to work, there was no two ways about it so mom took
care of us. The first day, my dad was worried when he left me and my brother,
who was only three at the time, in my mother’s hands. That first day, I was
five. I stayed in my room and kept my brother with me, playing a tea party with
Mr. Bear and Diana, my rag doll. Hunger was one reason for leaving the room. I
would pass the sitting room door where my mother sat, staring out the window.
Her brown eyes darted to me, freezing me to the spot. I was afraid to move, but
I didn’t know why. I just felt
afraid of her. I would make a peanut butter sandwich
for myself and some Ready brek for Sam; I had seen dad make it before so I was
careful. It took me a while as I pulled the chair around the kitchen, reaching
the presses and the microwave. I turned to go back upstairs, but my mother
blocked the door. I stood still, hoping she wouldn’t see me.
She was always so quiet, but on this day, she spoke, “If
your dad thinks that I don’t mind you and Sam, he will send you away and you’ll
never see us again.”
She knelt down, taking the food from my hands and placing it on the floor. Her face softened and she hugged me. I didn’t hug her
back. She cried, saying she was sorry for everything. She pulled back and
handed me my food and returned to her seat in the sitting room. I raced up to
Sam. His food was cold, but he ate it. He was quiet for a child, well, I
realized later on that three year olds are not always as good. We would play up
there for the rest of the day until Dad got home from work. I would race into
his arms and hug him tightly, knowing everything would be okay.
“Did you have fun with your mum, today?” Dad asked.
I thought of
what mommy had said to me; I didn’t want to go away from Daddy or Sam. So I
nodded, smiled and went back to playing with Mr. Bear. This became our routine
for the next month.
Memories flashed through my mind, snippets of talking to
Sam, playing games, saying goodbye as Dad left for work and greeting him when
he got home. My mother’s empty eyes, and then the memories stopped, slowing
down to another one.
“Sam, I’m going to the toilet, you stay here with Mr.
Bear.”
Sam nodded and
continued to pour tea for us all. I closed the bedroom door behind me so he
would stay in. He was too small to reach the handle. I raced down to the
bathroom. The door was open. My mother was lying on the white tile floor. The
tiles were red. She looked so white and the knife Daddy always told us not to
touch lay in her hand. I noticed that her arm was cut real badly. I didn’t run
to her or cry as I was too afraid of what stood in the corner of the bathroom.
A dark figure, like a big man, with a cloak over him stared
down at my mum. He scared me. My breath came out in small puffs of cold air. I
could see the water that dripped from the tap was frozen solid, held in midair.
I looked back at the man, frost was starting to grow on his cloak. He wasn’t
the bad man that was always around Mommy. He was different, but still he felt
wrong.
I ran back to
Sam and closed the door, pulling him
into the corner of the room. It was getting so cold that our breaths were
visible in front of us. Sam started to cry, but I pulled him beside me while
crossing my legs so I wouldn’t pee, but it was so cold and it took Daddy a long
time to get home and I didn’t want to go into the bathroom where mommy and the
man were.
I could hear my daddy’s scream before he burst into the
room, gathering me and Sam in his arms. He was crying. I had never seen daddy
cry before.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I wet myself,” I said.
My dress was
ruined. I loved this dress. It made me feel like a princess.
“Did you go into the bathroom?” Dad asked, his voice
sounded scared, maybe he’d seen the bad man, but then I remembered all the
times he said that it wasn’t real, and that I shouldn’t make up stories, so I
didn’t say anything about the man. I didn’t want daddy to lock me in my room
again.
“Mommy’s hurt and she was near the toilet I couldn’t go”
He held me tightly and, at the moment, I thought everything
would be okay, but I was so wrong.
***
AUTHOR BIO:
Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.
Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.
Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.
To contact Aoife you can email her at aoifesheridan101@gmail.com
Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.
Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.
To contact Aoife you can email her at aoifesheridan101@gmail.com
Author links:
Website: www.
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Blog: aoifesheri.wordpress.
Goodreads: https://www.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Blog: aoifesheri.wordpress.
Goodreads: https://www.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/
No comments:
Post a Comment