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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Have you ever seen a ghost? (Excerpt - Adrienne's Ghost)

FBI Jackson Yates hadn't either...until he was called into the deepest, darkest basement at FBI Headquarters where the body of agent recruit Adrienne Grissom had been discovered. Shaken, he calls on paranormal psychologist Rachael Sullivan for help. Joined together by forces beyond their control, or understanding, together they seek the killer, and together they encounter Adrienne's Ghost.

Adrienne's Ghost
An Ebook Novella by Leah St. James
(38,000 words ~ Approximately 100 pages in print book form )


Rachael followed Jack to an area criss-crossed with the black-and-yellow tape that marked the crime scene. Against the far wall stood the mammoth green cabinets he'd described, where the body had been buried in two separate pieces. She avoided it—whatever clues it held would have no meaning to her. Instead she moved to the center of the taped off area, closed her eyes, and waited.

After several minutes of silence, Jack chuckled and said, "Yeah, good luck with that."

"What?" Her eyes opened to see him watching her, arms crossed over his chest, mouth twisted in a half-smile, eyebrows lifted in obvious amusement. "You really think you can conjure up her spirit?"

Lifting a shoulder, she said, "Maybe." Even as she admitted it, the ridiculousness of her theory struck her, and her mouth scrunched with the effort to hold back a laugh. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to make light, but I got a sudden mental picture of antennae rising out of my head."

"Yeah, me too. Only my vision has you in costume." His half-smile turned into a grin, and he laughed in a tone so teasing, so engaging, she shivered with the warm tingle that worked its way up her spine.

"Really." She crossed her arms, in a pose mimicking his. "And what would that be?"

Before he could answer, the room chilled, instantly, as if they'd passed into a freezer container. Their gazes locked, wide-eyed.

"This is it, the cold I mentioned to you."

"Shh." She grabbed his hand and squeezed. "Wait."

God only knew why she said it, but somehow she knew what was coming next. As if listening to her thoughts, her heart began galumphing in her chest, and her lungs decided to stop working, forcing her to hold her breath. An aroma of amber and musk, strong and pungent yet not unpleasant, whooshed into the room, and along with it a humming, a kind of energy Rachael had never before felt. Like a pulse. A heartbeat.

As her gaze scoured the corners of the basement, finding nothing, the dingy space before her faded, replaced by the visions from the television studio. Only this time they were fuller, longer, clearer. Lovers murmuring to each other. Hands stroking, caressing, from the face down, covering every inch of skin. The woman's hands seeking and finding another's flesh, a man's flesh. Soft skin over steel-hard muscles.The woman's voice laughed out a plea, Kiss me, Harvard. The man sighed, groaned, while his lips trailed kisses up her leg, over her hip and stomach, to her breasts. First one then the other. Tender, wet caresses that sent a hot ache burgeoning to what felt like her soul. Rachael's soul. His voice, Jackson's voice, deep and gruff in response, Sugar and spice, my favorites.

"Oh my God." She didn't realize she'd said it out loud, nearly didn't recognize her own voice, husky as it was with the sensations of passion, a passion she'd never herself experienced. Her skin tingled, her breath stuttered out in choppy bursts, and she knew that if she looked Jackson Yates in the face, saw through the eyes of the spirit, she'd be lost.

"What did you feel?" Jackson's tone was no more steady than hers, and when she didn't answer, simply stared, open mouthed, unsure how to respond, he said, "It was Adrienne, and me, together, wasn't it?"

"Yes." The word rushed out along with the breath she'd been holding.

And before she could catch it again, calm her skittering heart, a frigid tingling filled the air, hovered overhead and settled in front of them. The energy materialized, less than five feet away. A hazy image of someone dressed in khakis and a blue polo. The image firmed, took form. A pale, oval face, skin as smooth as melted caramel, huge brown eyes, filled with despair, and torment. The apparition reached in slow motion, its hand slender, ringless, beseeching....

Jack stumbled—forward, then back—and nearly fell into Rachael. She clutched his hand and held on.

"It's okay," she whispered, convincing herself as much as him, then stepped forward, toward the entity.

"Adrienne, right?" She barely heard her voice over the thundering of her heart, the buzzing in her ears, but the ghost heard. It nodded, slowly, like its head were pushing through molasses.

"Something's happened to keep you from rest. I want to help." She squeezed Jack's hand; it was stiff, unyielding, his palms damp. "We want to help."

It was Jack's cue to speak, and he threw her a panicked look. She nodded her encouragement. "Tell her."

Finally, after a faltering breath, his words rushed out. "God Almighty, Adrienne, I'm so sorry. Who did this to you? Do you know?"

The spirit nodded, again with effort.

"Someone at the Bureau? Someone you knew?"

Another nod, more effort. She was becoming agitated. The energy cost her. She began to fade.

"Wait! Don't go, Adrienne. Tell me!"

Too late. She was gone.

The air hummed for what seemed an eternity, and when it too dissipated, Rachael turned to Jack. He'd gone pale, his lips compressed into a thin line, his eyes wild with shock. She tried to give him a smile of reassurance but couldn't push her frozen lips into place. Finally she managed to spit out the only thing she could think of. "Adrienne's ghost."

Available now in ebook on Kindle, Nook and Smashwords


Leah St. James said...

I'll be giving away a free copy of Adrienne's Ghost (PDF format). Please comment to enter!

Leah St. James

Sherry Gloag said...

Your book sounds intriguing. best wishes with it and today's blog. And, yes, I have seen a ghost. I tell the stary at

Debby said...

Book sounds great. I have never seen a ghost but have heard some unexplained noises.
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Jean P said...

Sounds very interesting. Enjoyed the excerpt.

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Leah St. James said...

Cool story, Sherry! You must have been terrified. I'm had you had a friend to share the experience.

Leah St. James said...

Thanks, everyone, for checking out the excerpt!

Na said...

Hi Leah! I haven't seen a ghosts in real life but I believe in them. Though I've met a few in stories. They are a lot of fun and spooky to read about :)


Leah St. James said...

I believe in them too, Na! I remember when I was a kid, sitting a alone in the living room or something (usually when I was babysitting) when all of a sudden I'd feel like someone was watching me. Shivers would race up my spine, and my whole body would jerk. Then I'd start sweating and my heart would pound like crazy. I'd look around, see no one, but I just knew someone was watching...somewhere. :-)