Julie is the author of 8 full length novels currently being re-released 2 novellas and a short M/M story. She has written in such genres as Fantasy Romance, Vampire Romance, Ghost Romance, with all books crossing many genres, such as Fantasy, Paranormal, witchcraft, time travel, historical, reincarnation, and mystery. All of her books are very much plot driven, with most reviews scoring no less than a 4-or 5 stars and several receiving BEST READS.
Wednesday, 4 November 2015
Hello, today I am showcasing the amazing writing of author Carmen Stefanescu. Please sit back, relax and enjoy reading below.
Anne's relationship with her boyfriend
Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week
vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and
ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the
ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world
threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of
reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its
Can Anne save her relationship and help
Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A touching, compelling story of tragedy,
loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The twists and turns in this paranormal
tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into
a quest to rekindle love.
The peal of the church bells from the
abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound added to her mounting anxiety.
The massive abbey loomed over the stone
paved path. All the nuns were at evening
mass. With a bit of luck her
disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more hours. The Abbess would assume
she was cleaning the toilets as ordered.
Fear skittered through Genevieve when she
turned away from the abbey towards the path leading to town. Nothing
stirred. She hesitated. Evil emanated from the forest surrounding the
abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid oak gates that flanked the
abbey's main path. They had hidden her from detection for the past couple of
hours, but how much longer would she be safe?
The mountain shadows grew thicker and
She moved her weight from one leg to the
other. They ached from so much standing, but she lacked the strength to return
to the gardener's cottage and wait for Andrew's arrival as planned. Genevieve
closed her tired eyes. The image of old Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his
cubicle, caught life in her mind and made her whole body ripple with fear.
She'd rather wait for Andrew here,
Had he forgotten his promise? What if
something terrible befell him during the last three days, or he had changed his
mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary nun?
Had his folks talked him into giving her
up, made him see reason? Helping her out of her predicament meant a huge risk
for him -- losing his family, his friends and his position among his peers. His
words echoed in her mind. "I will risk everything for you, even life, if
* * * *
"Anne, Anne, wake up. Wake up,
please," the insistent voice whispered next to her ear. The touch of a hand, on her shoulder,
She opened her eyes, still half between
sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a stranger, a woman, by her side.
The moon's pale face, the only light,
filtered through a small gap in the tent's entrance; yet the stranger's whole
body emanated a kind of soft ray, a yellowish halo making her figure and face
easy to discern.
A long, dark robe, similar to those worn
by nuns in monasteries centuries ago, covered her body. No traditional
headdress covered the woman's red hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders
in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her chest and back.
Anne stood up and studied the intruder
with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale face looked corpse like. Anne
opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She looked Anne straight in the eyes,
placed her forefinger on her lips and whispered, "Hush, come. Follow
Anne's eyes widened.
The woman, moving away from the sleeping
bag, appeared to glide above the ground. Her bare feet didn't make a sound.
As if hypnotized, Anne followed the
illuminated silhouette heading into the forest, without questioning her own
An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her
followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her. The
presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her
throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.
* * * *
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