Thursday, May 21, 2015

Excerpt of Come the Dark by Rebecca Hamilton

TRIGGER WARNING: This book deals with the sensitive subject of sexual abuse.

Rose desperately wants to escape the abuse of the father who impregnated her and the dark spirits that haunt her life. Being thrust from Georgia 1961 into the era of Salem’s infamous witch trials isn’t what she had in mind, and now her daughter is left hopelessly out of reach.

The only way to return to her daughter is by facing certain death to banish the dark spirits that plague Salem. If she doesn’t eliminate these dark spirits in time, they will destroy civilization and trap her in this strange new place, ages away from her daughter.

Even if she can complete the task in time to return home to save her daughter, there’s still one problem: she’s falling in love with a man who can’t return with her. Achieving her goals will force her to choose between the only man who has never betrayed her and a daughter she can’t quite remember but will never forget.

A heart-wrenching tale of a mother’s love for her daughter, this romantic paranormal fantasy underlines the depravity of both historical and modern society while capturing the essence of sacrifice and devotion.

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We finish our trek at the beginning of a bridge. Moonlight shines golden on the pale stone. There’s a woman standing at the edge, leaning against the winter wind as though that is all that holds her up. I gasp and dart forward, but Tess grabs my arm and yanks me back.
The woman looks at me with empty eyes, then looks forward again and steps over the edge, plunging down and out of sight.
I pull free from Tess, but William grips my shoulder. “She’s already gone, Cord. Has been for a long time.”
“I don’t understand.”
He moves behind me and rests both hands on my shoulders and whispers in my ear, “Look again.”
So I do.
And there’s the woman once more, and this time I see that she’s not the solid matter she appeared to be before. She’s not Mort—there’s nothing shadowy about her—but I can just barely see right through her. She lifts her empty gaze to me again, then looks ahead and jumps to her a death again.
Chills prickle the hairs on my arms, and again my razor teeth snap down. I can only surmise now that somehow it is my heart, not my mind, that controls my Ferrum nature.
I turn back to William and Tess. “What is this place?”

About this author

Rebecca Hamilton writes Paranormal Fantasy, Horror, and Literary Fiction. She lives in Florida with her husband and four kids, along with multiple writing personalities that range from morbid to literary. Having a child diagnosed with autism has inspired her to illuminate the world through the eyes of characters who see things differently.

Rebecca Hamilton is represented by the ever-more-amazing Rossano Trentin of TZLA.

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