Thursday, 2 June 2011

Excerpt Day - South of Salem © Janni Nell

Excerpt

 

 

"Thank God you're here." Mom charged across the airport, ash-blond hair flying every which way, and hugged me in a death-grip that threatened to cut off my circulation. This was highly unusual behavior from a woman who prided herself on behaving with decorum at all times.

 

Clutching me to her breast like the desperate heroine of a soap opera, she whispered, "Steven seems to be—" She stopped abruptly as a group of tourists milled around us giving me time to reflect on the Steven in question.

 

My stepfather, Steven Richard Hampton, the thirty-second of that name, was a politician and pillar of the community. I tried and failed to imagine what he had done to send Mom rushing through the airport tossing aside her treasured principles of decorum and immaculate grooming like so many how-to-vote pamphlets after polling day.

 

When the tourist group had been herded away by their harassed leader, I asked, "What has Steven done?"

 

"Sshh—keep your voice down." Her mascara was smudged and lipstick had bled into the tiny lines near her mouth. "Steven hasn'tdone anything. He is p-o-s-s-e-s-s-e-d."

 

If spelling possessed was her way of keeping his condition secret, she needed some serious lessons in secrecy. "Mom, I think the other people in the airport can spell."

 

"Well of course they can, but I can't bring myself to say the word. It's obscene that Steven should be p-o-s-s—"

 

"Yeah, I get it."

 

"Can you help him?" Her bloodshot eyes pleaded with me.

 

"Hey, I'm a paranormal investigator. It's what I do."

 

"Keep your voice down. We don't want everyone to know your profession. Now we won't mention the P word again until we're in the car."

 

I asked innocently, "Which P word is that? Paranormal, possessed or profession?"

 

"All of them," she snapped and strode off toward the parking lot. When she realized I was lagging behind, she called over her shoulder, "Keep up, Allegra. What's wrong with you?" She's a petite woman like my sister, and she knew my long legs could out-stride her even when she was scurrying. I hurried to catch up. Soon we were in the car and she was telling me everything, speaking so fast I only caught half of what she said. "...he's p-o-s-s-e-s-s-e-d...become a...different person...hasn't washed...changed underwear...for days."

 

"It can't be that bad," I said.

 

Steven was the best-dressed man I knew. He was voted Sexiest Politician of the Decade. Okay, he didn't have much competition, but still.

 

Mom revved the car hard. "You'll see," she said darkly, and sped out of the lot. It was a miracle she didn't get a ticket on the way home.

 

After screeching down Mayflower Avenue and into her driveway, she risked a hernia pulling my suitcase out of the trunk. When I offered to carry it—let's face it, I'm bigger and stronger—she said, "No, I want you to assess Steven's condition immediately. I'll put this in your old room."

 

© Janni Nell

 

 

South of Salem

Author: Janni Nell

Publisher:Carina Press

Genre: Mystery, Paranormal, Witches

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My mother thinks my job is crazy. I'm a paranormal investigator; she's Nancy Reagan crossed with Martha Stewart. She's always preferred my sister, Lily, who is following in her perfect footsteps.

But this time Mom needs my special skills. She believes my stepfather is possessed. I admit he's not his usual dapper, charming self, but sleepwalking doesn't sound that weird. Until the sleepwalking spreads through the family and cousin Donna walks right out of her apartment window to her death. Then my sister goes missing and I have to find her and solve the mystery before Lily and her unborn child are harmed.

Normally I would have assistance, but my right hand, a hunky angel I've nicknamed Casper, has business of his own to take care of—business that might take him out of my life forever. The stakes are too high for me to lose, but I'm not sure I can do it alone...

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