Haunted - A new novella by Tanith Davenport

Tamar Steele, a successful medium for a paranormal investigative team, should be happy with her life—but life seems to be against her. Her psychic field is being mysteriously blocked, causing her physical pain and, worse, making it more and more difficult for her to come, creating stress in her relationship with long-term boyfriend Jason.

But then, during the filming of a paranormal TV show, Tamar picks up on Leslie, the recently murdered sister of her co-worker Hana—who later tells her the murderer was in the room with them. Knowing the best way to enhance her psychic ability is through sex, Tamar must rekindle her troubled relationship with Jason and rebuild their passion as she fights to solve the murder. Can she find the killer in time?

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Excerpt

“Tamar?”

Adjusting her headset, Tamar Steele shifted the microphone closer to her mouth as another chair flew across the room in front of her.

“It’s all right. I’m on it.”

There was the sound of breaking glass above her as a light bulb shattered. Tamar moved forward to avoid the falling shards, holding her torch out in front of her.

She’s here. I can feel her.

Her back was starting to ache. Through the darkness she could see a spirit beginning to form, long white robes and flowing hair framing a thin figure and pointed face. Terrified eyes fixed on hers.

“Tamar.” Hana’s voice crackled in her ear. “You need to get out of there. This is getting too dangerous. Jason’s worried.”

“Tell Jason to calm down. I know what I’m doing.”

A newspaper shot across the floor, scattering pages everywhere. Tamar took another step towards the spirit girl, holding up her hand, focussing on the energy she could feel around her.

“Matt, I need your help here.”

She felt a light tug on her hair and knew Matt, her spirit guide, had been listening.

“Listen to me,” she said firmly, holding the girl’s stare. “I can help you.”

Fear. Panic. A name. Emily—her name is Emily. Died sometime in the 1920s.

“Let me help you, Emily.”

A sudden rush forward and the girl was right in front of her, arms outstretched, mouth open, gasping for breath. Automatically Tamar caught her wrists, keeping the reaching fingers away from her face as she saw Matt’s blond head manifesting behind the girl.

“We can help you,” she repeated, then Matt’s arms were wrapping around the girl from behind, his face close to hers as he whispered soothing words into her ear.

The girl froze, then collapsed back against him, her arms falling.

“I don’t want to be here! I don’t know why I’m here.”

“It’s all right.” Tamar’s gaze met Matt’s over the girl’s shoulder. “We can send you home.”

She concentrated. “Light. Bring light.”

A glowing white light slowly formed between them, growing until the girl was engulfed. A small smile formed on her face before, in a bright flash, she was gone.

“We’re done here, Hana.”

“Okay. Asher’s on her way.”

Already Tamar heard the heavy footsteps of their newest team member coming down the stairs into the cellar. A strong smell of sweet smoke entered the room, closely followed by a short girl with rose-pink hair in a bob, her tattooed arms emerging from her T-shirt.

“Hey, Tamar.”

“Hey, Asher.” Tamar gestured to the space in front of her. “Let’s get the room cleansed and we can get out of here.”

“No problem.” Asher moved forwards, holding the burning incense out in front of her. “Another satisfied customer upstairs.”

“Glad to hear it—”

Tamar’s voice broke off as her headset was filled with an ear-splitting scream.

“Fuck!” Asher gasped. “What was that?”

Struggling to regain her composure, her heart pounding, Tamar focussed hard on the room, stretching her energy field outwards, trying to find something…

There was nothing.

Whatever it had been, it had come and gone.

 

Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Totally Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.

Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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