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Do you believe in ghosts?

Do you believe in ghosts?

I'm not sure that I believe in them, but neither do I disbelieve.

This is the month to see ghosts, ghouls, demons, and other dark creatures all over, real and otherwise.

When my younger daughter was four, she was sure there was a ghost in her room. A friend of mine who is from Haiti who believes in ghosts, told me to put a glass half-filled with water in her room to chase it away. It seemed to work. My daughter wasn't scared after that.

A few years after that, I attended the WRW (Word Romance Writers') conference in French Lick, Indiana. The French Lick hotel is a beautiful old, but haunted hotel. Al Capone used to hide out there when the heat got too hot in Chicago. My grandparents used to vacation there a lot, too.

The ghost, however, isn't Al Capone's. At least I don't think so.

Anyway, we were fascinated by the idea of finding the ghost and so we asked a staff member to take us on a tour of the hotel. We kept hearing rumors of THE "red" elevator which was the only elevator that went to THE haunted floor which of course isn't used anymore. It was either 13 or 14.

Anyway, we searched all over the red elevator and it took a couple days to find it. The red elevator door was in the basement. However, that elevator was the one that was in front of my room that I'd been riding in alone. (shiver)

So one night, we all decided to go ghost hunting and we were determined to explore the haunted, off limits floor. Although we were a fairly small group, twenty something, we wouldn't all fit in the elevator at once so we had to break into smaller groups. One of the groups decided to scare our group - I think I almost became a ghost that night.

We made our way to the haunted floor and we explored what we could. Even though we didn't see the ghost, it felt very spooky like Halloween even though it was June or July. Unfortunately, the haunted wing was blocked by a bolted door we couldn't pass. Or maybe it was fortunate.

That was the spookiest, best haunted house experience by far I ever had. It was the most fun conference I've ever attended, and it was one of the best times I've ever had. I'd love to go ghost hunting again.

Sometimes, ghosts pop up in my stories, Halloween and otherwise. "Wishcraft" my Halloween romance with Total-E-Bound features a couple ghosts and witches and wishes, just perfect for this time of year.

To help you get in the Halloween mood, here's an excerpt. Enjoy!

Excerpt from: Wishcraft

Drawing together her brows, Felicia checked her mental agenda as she gave her potion one last stir, and then went to see who was brave enough to venture here without an invitation. No one was scheduled, and her clients were well schooled to ring before venturing here. No one visited the Heks’ house unless they were an out-of-town salesman or a lost traveler who hadn’t been spoon fed the gruesome, if made up, stories about human sacrifices and demonic rituals.

“Felicia, open up! I hear you scuttling around in there,” Acacia Pangbourn’s voice shrilled through the house just before the floorboards creaked suspiciously.

Mere seconds later, the door slammed testifying to an illegal entry.

Blimey! Acacia was one of Felicia’s ex-classmates, a ghastly creature who’d made her secondary school years a constant misery. Not only had she made goo goo eyes at every man in whom Felicia had shown an interest, she’d committed the unforgivable crime of trying to steal Jeremy. The other woman had never known how close she had come to being turned into a chalkboard eraser.

To her dismay, Felicia discovered the woman was already through the front door and well into the house before she could catch her. Swearing under her breath, she followed the whispery sound of her nemesis’ footsteps on the throw rugs.

After her father had expunged Jeremy’s memories of their beautiful night together and had made Felicia swear never to date another Naggie, not even to talk to another one, the embers of the dead flame had blazed to life. Of course, she had done a little fanning. Okay, more than a little.

No matter what her father had decreed, no matter how much she respected her pop, she couldn’t live her life without Jeremy. She’d had to face the facts—she was a Jeremy addict. He had been as heroin in her blood. His presence intoxicated her and she savoured every memory of their cherished night.

And so, unable to live without him, she’d won back his love.

One summery night after they had graduated, they slow danced under the moonlight, wrapped in each other’s arms. Lost in love, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy just holding one another, they’d gazed into each other’s eyes.

“You’re a vision,” he’d murmured against her lips, his breath minty and highly stimulating.

With a halo of moonlight making his dark hair gleam, he was the vision. As if struck by lightning, she’d sucked in a ragged breath and huskily murmured, “So are you.” Then, with her heart hammering with such force she feared it would spill from her chest, she’d stood on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to his.

Without hesitation, he’d accepted her gift, drawing her up to him. Plundering each other’s lips, they’d let their tongues finish the tango. Fevered, she’d moulded herself against him, noting how perfectly they fit. Only a brief twinge of guilt had crept in to dim her bliss. How could a magical person, or “Maggie,” as they called themselves, fit so well with a Naggie? According to her father, this was impossible—and more than distasteful.

She’d found it anything but distasteful. Jeremy was the most luscious man she’d ever met, his touch the only one that had ever made her senses whirl.

“I only feel alive when I’m with you. All I ever want to be is with you.” It had taken a lot of courage for her to admit this to herself, much less to him. Her father would have disowned her. Her family would have mourned the unholy association. They’d sooner have seen her copulate with a demon.

“I can’t believe what a lucky bloke I am, to have such a beautiful woman in love with me.” He’d stroked her hair away from her flushed cheeks and then nibbled on her ear. His hands had roamed her back and settled on her bottom before he pulled her hips tight against his.

Only later in retrospect had she noted that he hadn’t declared undying love for her. Wryly, her lips twisted. Had it all been one-sided? Oh, sure, he’d been consumed with lust. But love? If it had been love, would any spell have vanquished it?

She didn’t know, but she shook her head.

Now, as then, Jeremy wouldn’t go away. Rather, the memory of him refused to leave her in peace.

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