Guest Blogger: Marilu Mann
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Writers take those common occurrences and turn them into stories. The chair rocking is caused by the ghost of the heroine's grandmother. She's come back to make sure her granddaughter listens to her advice and finds her true love. The lights doing their things are further manipulations of the spirit world trying to get the hero and heroine together. Those doors are being moved by unseen, unfriendly hands coming up the basement stairs.
In a way, we’re all armchair adrenaline junkies. That’s what that is, cheré. It’s a natural flight/fight response. Now I don’t do zombies or axe murders because it’s not about the gore. It’s about the thrill. That heroine standing on the balcony in the early morning? She’s about to meet her hero -- only he’s slightly furry and four-legged. Hope she doesn’t mind wicked sharp teeth and a little growling when he’s feeling amorous.
What gives you that lovely, shuddery feeling of fear mixed with relief that it isn’t you? What makes you get up to turn on just one more light? Ever have a real life encounter? Tell me about it, honey. I live for this stuff. As long as I’m in my favorite chair with a few lights on. And I hope that’s where you are, cheré, ‘cause I’d like to share a story with you.
Now some folks say this is real, and some folks scoff at it. Me, I’m keeping my options open. See, there’s an old cemetery near my hometown -- some of the graves are from the 1800s -- and lots of folks won’t go near it at night. Heck, some folks won’t even go near it in the daytime. There’s one particular tombstone there that causes lots of anxiety in people. There’s nothing sinister about it, just to look at it. Tragic, yes, but not sinister. The grave is that of a child -- a girl -- who died when she was about six. Her grief-stricken parents called her “mon ange,” (my angel) for she was truly a “gift from god” for them – the only one of their children to survive infancy.
The little girl died of a fierce fever that swept through the town -- it killed many people, but seemed to attack mainly the old or the very young. Some were stricken and merely sickened, others died immediately while still others lingered between life and death for days, weeks. . .
The little girl was one of those. She would rally, giving her parents hope for her recovery, and then sicken again. When she died, it seemed the entire town went into mourning, for she had lasted much longer than anyone else with this fever. Her parents buried her in the family plot and over her grave, they put a statue of a praying angel with the face of their daughter.
Now, here’s where people differ about whether this is a cause for anxiety or not. You see, many claim that this particular angel will turn her head and look at you when you enter the cemetery. Anyone who comes in there with mischief on their mind will cause the angel to cease her prayer vigil and turn her head to stare at those who would think to desecrate the graves. Have I ever seen it? No, can’t say so. Do I believe it? Well, as I said before, I’m keeping an open mind on this one.
Now my next release isn’t spooky at all. It’s not even paranormal. It is an erotic game of cat and mouse between a thief and her target. That’s Sapphire Tease, a Jewel of the Nile release from Ellora’s Cave. After that. though, I return to the world of my sexy, slightly scary shifters in November with Lusting Wild 2: Changing Hearts. Hope you will come to the swamps of Louisiana with me then.