I'm pleased to have the very busy Keta Diablo stop by today and share her summer idea!
Take it away, Keta:
When summer comes to the Midwest, we think lakes!
One way I love to pass a sunny afternoon is to pack a picnic lunch and head for the water on a Pontoon boat. What could be more romantic than spending a lazy day cruising the lake? The crappies are biting, the sun’s sharing its awesome warmth and the cooler is filled with our favorite beverages.
This is also a great time to catch up on my reading (a romance novel, of course). As the sun sets, we head on over to one of the many restaurants on the lake and enjoy a delicious meal together.
Now this is my idea of Romance!
Happy sailing and happy reading! ~ Keta ~
Book: Chasing the Dead
Genre: Paranormal Western Romance
Publisher: Keta Diablo
Tagline: A sinister ghost is
out for revenge. Madrid, Deacon and Sacheen must stay one step ahead of the
ghoul and reach the hacienda.
Blurb:
In 1884 New Mexico, Madrid Arrende finds herself
kidnapped by the Apache. Determined to rescue her, her wealthy father realizes
there is only one man capable of bringing her back alive...Deacon Bannister.
Deacon doesn't give one whit about the large sum of money Don Erasmos Arrende
has offered him to find his daughter. He
only cares about bringing the woman he left at the altar a year ago
home.
A ghost is terrorizing the Apache village and the young
maiden, Sacheen, has been banished by her People for unleashing Uday's wrath.
Now, Deacon, Madrid and Sacheen must flee for their lives across the rugged New
Mexico landscape with the evil spirit in hot pursuit.
Will they make it back alive to Madrid's father's
hacienda or will Deacon lose Madrid forever?
Setup and Excerpt: Madrid and Sacheen
confront the ghost
Sacheen ignited Maddie's torch and both women
scrambled over the half-wall to light the packets of sage. The moon glinted off a shadowy form
sweeping past a line of trees to Maddie's right. Dios, the ghost! With gooseflesh rising on her arms, she called out
to Sacheen, "Hurry! Light your bundles and go inside with Deacon."
A circle of fire from a dozen piles of
sage lit up the sky around the shelter. The
wind moaned and wailed, sounding like the sorrowful lament of Scottish
bagpipes. What other magic and manipulations had the dead spirit learned in the
underworld since Maddie last saw him?
With
a look of startled horror, Sacheen shouldered her. "Do you see him?"
"I
thought I told you to go inside. We must not show him fear."
"Do
you see him!?"
Tendrils of darkness slipped in as the wraith
advanced. Maddie shivered when his visage manifested in her line of vision.
More terrifying than any specter she'd ever seen, a haze of gray mist swirled
around his translucent form. A quiver hung from his shoulder stocked with
stone-headed arrows—a sign he'd taken the form of a native from ancient
history. Steeped in blood, his clothing hung in tatters around his massive
frame—a vest made of animal hides, a breechcloth and fringed leggings. Maddie's
gaze traveled to his painted, pock-marked face. Her insides quivered and ropes of tension knotted every cord
and fiber of her body.
Bleary,
unearthly eyes turned to Sacheen when the spirit raised a hand with claw-like
fingers and pointed at her chest. The wind, much like the sound of women
wailing, keened into the deafening silence. Fire exploded from the ghost's
eyes—flames the fires of Hell couldn't compete with.
"Yes."
Maddie fought to keep her voice calm and even. "I see him. His hunger for
you permeates the air."
Sacheen
shouted above the roar and chaos. "You are not welcome here! Hear my
words, Uday, you are tats-an. You are dead!”
Maddie
peered at the girl through the dim light. Uday? She spoke his name?
"It
is I, Sacheen, and I do not fear you chidn. Hear my power:
Hinamaya
hinamaya hinamay Chee Chi Yo
Hinamay chee chi yo hinna may chee chi yo
Hinna hinna hey ya hinna hinna hey yo
A cry of anguish and rage melded,
knifed through the dank, still air. The maiden couldn't see him but stood tall
before her imaginary tormentor, her aura shimmering like molten glass. "You
are like the dust-storm, nothing but a shiver in the air.
Do you hear me? I did not want you in life and will not accept you in death.
You are yah-ik-tee, no longer with us!"
Bio:
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres
of woodland. When she isn't writing or gardening she loves to commune with
nature. She adores animals and donates her time and support to local food and
animal shelters.
Keta is a multi-published author in contemporary romance, erotic romance and gay fiction. She's also an Amazon best-selling author. Her erotica novel Decadent Deceptions was a finalist in the MOLLY contest sponsored by Romance Writers of America and was nominated for a Red Carpet Award in 2014. Her paranormal novel Meko’s Woman was nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark and her historical novel Sky Tinted Water was nominated for a RONE Award by Ind’Tale Magazine. Her latest contemporary romance novel, Season, Unforgettable, was a finalist in the romance category sponsored by Independent Author Network Book Awards for 2015.
Keta's
books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month, and Recommended Read
awards from top professional review sites.
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Sounds like a wonderful story. Native American tales is where I put my learning passion. I'd spend time at the fires of powwows. But you are right. There's nothing like when the crappies are biting!
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