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Lost Souls (conclusion)

31 Friday Oct 2014

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Lost Souls

Ricky stood under the light, biting his lip. “Maybe this ain’t such a good idea, after all.”
“What are you saying?”

“Well, whoever owns this place might not like us helping ourselves to his gasoline.”

“Do you see anyone around to ask?” Eli ground his teeth for a moment. Then he strode over to his cousin and got up in his face. “Tell you what. While I’m working on this, why don’t you go on up to the house, and see if you can find someone?”

Ricky paled under his freckles. “B–but, what’ll I do if they come to the door with a gun?”

“If that happens, you better talk real quick.” Eli bent down to dig through an old wooden crate underneath the tractor, ignoring Ricky while he slowly shuffled toward the house. He knew his cousin was scared. But it serves him right. I don’t like this place, either, but it’s his fault we’re here. We should have stayed in the truck. He rubbed his sweaty hands down his jeans.

At the bottom of the crate, Eli’s fingers closed around a length of rubber tubing. If it wasn’t rotten, it might work. Next to it, he found a gallon jug. After shoving one end of the tubing inside the tank and priming it, he waited as long as he could before he jerked it out of his mouth, allowing the gas to spill into the container.

While he was praying there’d be enough gas in the tractor to get them home, Ricky had reached the bottom of the tilting porch. He ran a hand over the top of his head, and back again, before he climbed steps and tapped on the door.

“Hello? Is anybody home?” He sounded like a nervous door to door salesman, reluctant to give up his last chance of the day to make a sale. Silence. He cleared his throat and knocked again, a little louder.

“My cousin and I ran out of gas down the road.” He waited for an answer, but none came. “We just wanted to see if we could get some from your tractor.” Ricky looked back towards Eli and shrugged before he reached for the handle on the tattered screen door and edged inside. “We’ll pay for it, honest. We just need enough to get back to the highway. We–” Ricky’s voice stopped mid-sentence. It went up an octave, ending in a squeak that sounded like a rusty hinge.

What’s he up to now? Eli could barely make out the other boy on the porch, standing as still as a statue. “I’ve had just about enough of you. If you’re trying to be funny, you’re not even close.”

The stream of gas had slowed to a trickle, so Eli yanked the tubing loose. When he held the jug up to the light, he could see it was half full. He capped it and stomped over to the porch with serious thoughts of wringing Ricky’s neck, but when he got close enough to see his cousin’s fear, he forgot his anger and threw open the door with such force it almost came off its hinges, and crossed the threshold. “What’s the matter with you?”

The smell of decay was even more intense than it had been by the barn. Ricky raised his hand and pointed, his gaze riveted on something on the other side of the porch. Eli blinked. His eyes slowly adjusted, and he realized they weren’t alone. A figure sat motionless in the dark. Eli saw a small, glowing dot hovering in the air. Whoever it is must have been sitting here all along, watching everything we’ve been doing since we walked up.

Without speaking, the figure raised the cigarette to invisible lips, inhaled and exhaled acrid smoke. Eli’s eyes watered.

Why doesn’t he say something? His heart hammered in his chest, but everything else was silent. Even the wind had stopped. In the back of his mind, he pictured himself running in place, like some cartoon character. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t make his legs work.

Beside him, the other boy made a strangled noise and grabbed his arm in a vise-like grip. “Eli, I-is someone sitting over there in a rocking chair? Tell me I’m just seeing things. Please.”

The figure began to move wildly back and forth. The rocker slammed against the floor with loud, explosive thuds and so violently, Eli was sure it would overturn. Then, it stopped.

Ricky’s grip tightened and pain shot up Eli’s arm. The cigarette flew off the porch in a shower of sparks. The figure turned to look at them with glowing eyes and stood until it towered over both the boys.

It was the catalyst both boys needed. They burst through the door at the same time, leapt off the steps and fled down the road over the cattle guard and past the mailbox. They ran until they were out of breath and stumbling, not stopping until they reached the truck.

Once there, they leaned against the tailgate, gasping for breath. Eli looked down at the container he still carried. With shaking hands, he took it over to the gas tank, and emptied nearly all its contents.

“Get in the truck,” he ordered. He raised the hood, and poured the rest in the carburetor, just like Grandpa had taught him. Then he slid behind the wheel, pumped the gas pedal to prime it, and turned the ignition. Nothing happened.

“Please, God,” he prayed. He tried again. The old truck coughed and spluttered, but the engine turned over. He put the truck in gear, made a u-turn and headed the other way as fast as he could.

When they passed the dirt road leading to the farmhouse, he half-expected to see a mad man standing in the middle of the road with a gun, but no one was there. In fact, he almost missed it, because it was so dark. No security light burned through the trees to beckon them.

“Eli,” Ricky finally managed to croak. “What was that?” Not bothering to answer, he ground the gears, shifted, and sped up. They made it back to the highway before the truck ran out of gas again, and before long someone happened by with enough extra gas to get them home.

Grandpa met them at the door.

“It’s my fault, Uncle Sam,” Ricky blurted before Eli had a chance to speak. “It was my idea to go see Lost Souls. Eli didn’t want to go. I talked him into it, and we ran out of gas.”

“You boys are lucky you aren’t still sitting out there. There’s nothing out that road. How’d you get back?”

“I made Eli leave the truck and walk down to the farmhouse just off the road to see if we could use their phone.”

“That can’t be,” Sam Jenkins said. “No one lives in that house, not since…”

“We saw someone, Grandpa,” Eli interrupted. “He was sitting on the porch, smoking.”

“Impossible. No one’s lived there for a long time. People say it’s haunted, but people talk like that because of what happened.”

“What did happen, Uncle Sam?”

“Years ago, a family by the name of Cain lived at the farm. They didn’t have much to do with anyone, just kept to themselves. Mr. Cain came to town for supplies one day, and when someone asked about his family, he said they were all bad sick.”

“So, some of the ladies from town took a notion to help. They carried food out to the farm, only Mr. Cain would have nothing to do with them. Not willing to accept defeat, they came back with the sheriff to persuade him to accept their Christian charity.” Grandpa shook his head. “He finally gave in.”

“When the ladies stepped inside the door, they smelled something dreadful. They all came back outside with their lace handkerchiefs covering their noses, and told the sheriff something must be terribly wrong. When he searched the house, he found Mr. Cain’s wife and children in their beds, and they’d been dead for a long time.

Mr. Cain was a preacher at Lost Souls church, and he believed in faith healing. He had let his family suffer, certain he could pray over them and make them well. Didn’t really matter what he believed. In the end, he killed them just the same. Not long after, a passerby found him sitting on the porch in his rocking chair, dead. No telling how long he’d been there.”

Later Eli lay in bed, thinking about what happened. No matter what Grandpa said, they’d seen someone, and Eli knew it was the preacher. It could be he lingered, hoping his family would join him. Or, maybe he wanted their forgiveness for what he’d done. But, Eli was sure of one thing. After all these years, Mr. Cain was still sitting in his rocking chair on the porch, waiting.

Everyone have a scary, spooky, creepy Halloween and above all, make sure it’s perfectly safe!

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Lost Souls

29 Wednesday Oct 2014

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Lost Souls

Lost Souls is the story of two boys stranded out on a lonely stretch of road in the Texas hill country on a dark October night. I wanted to write something reminiscent of the tales my sisters and cousins used to share. We’d sit under the trees in their yard at night without a light and see which of us could make up the creepiest story. It won 2nd place in the 2009 short story contest of the Northeast Texas Writers’ Organization.

Eli’s truck coughed three times, before it sputtered and died. He turned and glared at his cousin. “Damn it, Ricky. I knew we should’ve gone by the gas station before we left on this wild goose chase of yours.” He steered the truck toward the shoulder of the oil top road, letting it coast to a stop.

The chubby-faced teenager in the passenger seat screwed up his face in protest. “We can’t be out of gas. Before we left town I checked, and it showed we had more than half a tank.”

“Yeah, and when I said the gas gauge didn’t always work, you said, ‘that’s ok. It ain’t far.’ Remember?” Eli pounded the steering wheel in frustration. He should have known. With Ricky, something like this always happened.

Out past curfew, out of gas, and stuck on a deserted road. Eli didn’t even want to think about what his grandpa was going to say. He’d handed over to keys to the farm truck less than a week ago. At the time, Eli couldn’t believe his luck. Now, he couldn’t believe he’d let himself be talked into doing something so dumb.

Ricky peered out at dense woods crowding both sides of the narrow road. “I always forget how dark it gets on these back roads after the sun goes down.” Spanish moss hanging from gnarled mesquite tree branches danced in the wind, while inky, black darkness pooled beneath the trees. Thin threads of clouds moved to cover the October moon, casting eerie shadows below. “Not to mention creepy.”

“Get used to it. If someone doesn’t drive by, we could be sitting here until the sun comes up.”

“Jeez Louise, don’t blame me. I just wanted to see it for myself.”

A girl in their Senior English class had told Ricky about an abandoned church she called Lost Souls, located in an old pecan grove off an old farm to market road. Inside, inverted crosses covered the walls, animal bones littered the floor and dried blood stained the sides of the pulpit. Or, so she claimed. Ricky had talked about nothing else, until Eli finally gave in.

“Are you sure Kim wasn’t pulling your leg?” Eli asked for the third time.

“She swore it was true.”

Eli rolled his eyes. “Sure she did.”

Ricky knew his cousin meant he was being gullible again. But, instead of arguing, he changed the subject. “We passed a house less than a mile back. We can use their telephone to call for help.”

“If they even have one.”

“Well, maybe they can spare some gas.”
Eli drew his eyebrows together in a frown. “Wait a minute. I don’t remember passing any house.”

“I saw a light. There’s got to be a house. C’mon. We can’t sit here all night.” The door creaked open as Ricky exited the truck.

Eli shivered even though his hands were jammed down in the pockets of his jean jacket. It’s getting cold. He listened to the wind sigh, and watched dry leaves blow across the road like an army of advancing spiders. Everything does look creepy.

The two boys headed down the road toward the light. Ricky had to jog to keep up with the taller boy, his mouth moving as fast as his legs.

“I asked Grandma about Lost Souls, and she said it’s been boarded up as long as she can remember. She told me about a crazy, old preacher who used rattlesnakes to put the fear of God into the brethren. He was a faith healer, so he thought he couldn’t be hurt. Something happened, and after a while, the congregation died out until no one was left.”

Around them, the wind made a low, keening sound even less appealing than his Ricky’s voice. His cousin grabbed his arm and pointed. “See, I told you. Look up there.”

A bright light shone through the tops of tall, ancient trees. Below, a dented mailbox marked “Cain” leaned tiredly against a fence post. A rusty cattle guard stretched between two gateposts.

Ricky finally stopped yapping, so now all Eli heard was the whine of the wind. They followed the road that curved back into the trees, walking so close their elbows almost touched.

Ahead, a frame house perched crookedly on pier and beam. Held together by little more than peeling paint and scraggly vines, it sagged beyond repair from years of neglect. Not far away, a barn listed to one side. No light burned in the house, and no animals sheltered in the barn.

“Everything looks deserted. That’s weird. Why would anyone pay to have a security light if they–”

Eli didn’t wait to hear the end of his sentence. He sprinted toward the rusty tractor parked next to the barn to see if it had any gas.

“Gawd almighty, what’s that awful smell?” His cousin’s voice ended in a high pitched whine.

Eli jumped like he was stung. “Stop bellowing, will you? I can hear you just fine.”

Ricky pulled the neck of his tee shirt up over his nose and started making gagging noises.

“I can’t breathe. It’s downright rank. Worse than the possum that crawled under Grandma’s house and croaked.”

Eli thought he was exaggerating until he took a deep breath that made his stomach roil. “Something smells like it’s been dead a long, long time.”

A sudden noise vibrated the night air. This time both boys jumped.

“What was that?” Ricky’s voice dropped to a hoarse whisper.

“Maybe something blew off the house.” The wind gusted and the rickety old structure creaked and groaned. “It looks like it’s about to fall down any minute.”

Ricky swallowed. “Maybe we should start walking back to town.”

“Are you crazy?” Eli had only agreed to come this far because his cousin had begged. He would much rather have stayed with the truck. Sooner or later someone was bound to drive by. He fumbled around in the dark for the gas cap and worked it loose. He caught the pungent whiff of fumes. “If we’re lucky enough we might find a hose and a container lying around, we might be able to siphon some gas out of the tractor. Don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open. Help me look.”
~to be continued~

DEAR READERS

18 Friday Jul 2014

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Dear Readers

So many of you have read my books and shared with me how much you enjoyed them. I can’t begin to tell you how much it means to me as a writer to hear those words of encouragement. Having readers tell me which character they loved (or loved to hate) and ask when the next book is coming out is inspiring! As you know, marketing is a large part of being a writer. I need to get my name out there so even more people will pick up one of my books. So I’m asking a big favor. If you will post a review for one of my books and send me the link when the review is up, I’ll send you one of my other ones for free.

FROM NOW ON Blog Tour

27 Sunday Apr 2014

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From Now On Blog Tour

Hey guys!! I’m gearing up for a two week blog tour to promote From Now On, sequel to Not Long Ago. We’re going to have lots of fun, so please stop in for a visit. I’ll post the links as soon as I get them. I’d love to hear from each and every one of you. And don’t forget to sign up. There will be prizes!!!

Cover Reveal for FROM NOW ON

20 Sunday Apr 2014

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From Now On, a time travel adventure/romance, sequel to Not Long Ago
Publisher: MuseItUp
Release Date: May 23rd, 2014

The story continues:

Griffin has traveled across centuries to reunite with the woman he loves, but he and Erin may not get their ‘happy ever after’. Not if Lady Isobeil has anything to do with it. She forces Griffin to leave Erin behind and travel to eerie Manx Island. When he goes missing, Erin and his friends set out to find him. Followed by his strong-willed sister, Kateryn, they ride to Swansea and secure passage with the notorious Captain Akin.

Erin sees firsthand how the island earned its dark reputation when she battles freakish weather, encounters a race of little people known as “Prowlies”, and experiences ghosts of the long departed. She discovers “ley lines” crossing the island’s mountain peak and making time travel possible.

Yet these obstacles pale in comparison to the secrets Erin uncovers while determined to rescue the man she loves.

Mini-Excerpt:

I am a stranger in this world, even though I’ve traveled this way before.

Fate and not design brought me the first time. It hurled me into a distant future, with no idea how or why, taking me from an existence dependent upon modern technology to a place where people fear such things and those who use them. While searching for my way home from this harsh and sometimes violent world, my regard for its inhabitants who valued honor and duty above all else grew into admiration and respect. I found myself drawn to one in particular, a man who saved me more than once. Only I never expected to fall in love with him.
Torn between my feelings and a longing for home, I returned to my time with only vague memories of my experience. My life went back to normal, but part of me sensed the loss of something more precious than anything I’d regained. Until one day, I saw him again.

This time I’ve come by choice, and it is where I’m going to stay.

Fate willing.

Available for preorder. Act now and you’ll receive Not Long Ago free (you can find out how Erin and Griffin’s story began) and get 20% off From Now On https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/museityoung/action-adventure/from-now-on-detail

MAY 23, 2014 – THE STORY CONTINUES!!!

12 Wednesday Mar 2014

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For those of you who’ve been waiting along with me, From Now On, the sequel to Not Long Ago, will be out on May 23rd. Here’s another bit of exciting news I want to share. You can pre-order now at MuseItUp at a 20% discount. Not only that, but Muse is offering Not Long Ago as a free bonus read!!

If you enjoyed the first book, you’re going to like this one even better. Erin returns to Griffin’s world and dives headfirst into adventure. She reconnects with old friends and makes new ones, travels to a mysterious island and uncovers a secret that sends her reeling. And I know you’re dying to ask what happens between Erin and Griffin, but my lips are sealed. You’ll have to read From Now On to find out.

Preorder today! https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/museityoung/action-adventure/from-now-on-detail

See you in a couple of months!

Juniper Grove Book Blitz – coming soon!!!

18 Friday Oct 2013

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Hey guys, I’m really excited. On Friday, November 1st, I’ll be doing a whirlwind book blitz with Jaidis Shaw of Juniper Grove for my NA fantasy/adventure In My Own Shadow. She is a super nice lady. It’s always great working with her.

Please visit and sign up for a free ecopy of In My Own Shadow and autographed book cover.

http://junipergrovebooksolutions.com/book-blitz-in-my-own-shadow-susan-royal/

Sequel to Not Long Ago coming in 2014

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Not Long Ago

Not Long Ago

Sleep was elusive last night. After working on Chapter One of my WIP for most of the evening, I couldn’t get it out of my head. Ideas kept swirling round and round. I tossed and turned for over an hour before I got up to play FreeCell in the hopes it might make me drowsy. I checked my email and was thrilled to find a contract from MuseItUp for From Now On, sequel to my time travel adventure/romance, Not Long Ago.

When Not Long Ago was finished, I began submitting it for publication, with no plans to make it into a series. A total newbie, I figured one step at a time. Tiny baby steps. Fast forward a couple of years, a lot of rejections and a lot of revisions. After I signed with MuseItUp, my daughter, Carrie, read the manuscript to get a feel for the book trailer she was creating.

She read the last page and called me immediately. “That’s not the end, is it?”

I felt as though I’d resolved all the major questions and ended the story in a good place. “Didn’t you like it?”

“Yeah, but…you can’t stop there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Erin and Griffin’s story isn’t finished. I want to know what happens next!”
And that’s how it became a series. In Not Long Ago, I pictured a young woman in her twenties hurrying down a busy city sidewalk. One her way past a coffee shop, she notices a handsome stranger through the window. Their eyes meet and what she sees leaves her reeling. Not only does she recognize him, she knows things about the man…but how? Who is he?

From there, the story could have gone anywhere. Turns out it did. The idea of time travel has always fascinated me. Imagine getting up close and personal with history. Experiencing what life is really like in another time. My main characters, Erin and Griffin, meet and fall in love in a medieval world.

From Now On takes up where it leaves off. Some of my favorite characters from the first book are back. Arvo: the tall gangly young man with a disreputable shock of red hair who becomes Erin’s good friend and confidant. Sir Edevane: Griffin’s fellow knight and friend. Kat: Griffin’s fiesty little sister.

Sir Griffin travels across centuries to find Erin, the woman he loves. Before they can begin their new life together, he’s sent on a mission to a strange island. When he doesn’t return as planned, Erin assembles a group of his friends to search for him. Followed by his strong-willed sister, Kateryn, they travel to Swansea and secure passage with the notorious Captain Akin.

Erin discovers firsthand how the island has earned its dark reputation when she battles freakish weather, encounters a race of little people known as “Prowlies” and experiences ghosts of the long departed. Even worse, she discovers there are “ley lines” crossing the island’s mountain peak, creating all sorts of strange phenomena, such as time travel.

Yet these obstacles pale in comparison to the secrets Erin uncovers while trying to rescue the man she loves.

If you love a time travel adventure with a twist (and a love story) and haven’t read Not Long Ago, please do. You can continue Erin and Griffin’s story with From Now On, coming out in spring/summer 2014. As for what happens after that? It’s too soon to tell, but I can promise you it will be an adventure.

Until then, I’ll keep you posted. Please stop back by for a peek at From Now On.

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Kay Lalone’s Ghostly Clues

12 Wednesday Jun 2013

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ImageImageI am delighted to interview author Kay Lalone today. Let’s find out some things about this lady.

  1. How long have you been writing? Forever. But seriously for publication for about fourteen years.
  2. What made you finally decide to get serious about writing? I worked on my writing when my two older sons were young, but it was hard to find the time between job and taking care of them. When I became pregnant with my youngest son, (two older sons were teenagers) I decided I wanted to be a stay-a-stay-at-home mom. So I decided it was time to get serious with my writing. I took a writing course at Institute of Children’s Writing. It taught me how to get published. I had my first short story published in 2001. I’ve had several short stories published until I got my first novel, Ghostly Clues, published in Nov 2012. 
  3. Describe what you consider your ideal writing conditions. My ideal writing condition would to be all alone in a cabin in the woods so that I could sit and write all day without interruptions and distractions. But, of course, that ideal writing condition has never happened. I write best when it is quiet, but that doesn’t happen very often either. So I have learned to adapt and let the writing flow.
  4. Describe your rituals for preparing to write. I’m always thinking about stories ideas and my works in progress. So I jot down ideas in a notebook and write out scenes or do character sketches. I don’t really have any ritual for preparing to write. I just make my self sit in front of my laptop and write.  
  5. How often do you write? I try to write everyday which is kind of hard when I have a three year old grand nephew living with me now. I used to love to write in the morning, but I have adapted to writing in the evening after he goes to bed. My youngest son is fourteen so having a three year old around gives me a lot of picture book ideas. So hopefully one of these days I’ll have some picture books published.
  6. Are you a plotter, a pantser or some combination of both? Panster. I love to sit down at the computer and just type whatever comes into my head. It’s a good way for my character to speak to me. Sometimes I wish I was a plotter first, but that comes later after I have a very rough draft done.
  7. Describe one of your favorite characters and tell us who you patterned them after and why.  Right now my favorite character would have to be Sarah Kay, the main character in Ghostly Clues. She is patterned after myself. She is the daughter I will never have.
  8. Where do you go for inspiration? My kids have always been a great inspiration from my writing. Right now my grand nephew is a great inspiration. I need to come up with a picture book that has alligators, spiders, and snakes in it just for him. Also my dreams are a great inspiration for my stories.
  9. Name an author or authors who never fail to inspire you. My favorite author is Nora Roberts. I like they way she makes her characters come to life on the pages. Heather Graham is another author that inspires me.
  10. Tell us about your current WIP. Family Secret is at MuseItUp right now. Still waiting to see if they will publish it. The story is about a boy who discovers secrets about his parents that put his life in danger. There are demons, witches, and a ghost in this story. Another story I’m currently revising is Mysterious Visions about a girl who has visions and uses those visions to solve a mystery. Then there are other projects I’m working on plus countless story ideas rummaging though my head.

 Website http://www.kaylalone.weebly.com

Blog http://www.kaylalone.blogspot.com

Email  kaylalone@yahoo.com

Thank you, Susan, for hosting me on your blog. Fun questions.  Thank you for coming, Kay. It’s been a pleasure having you. And for those of you who haven’t read Ghostly Clues, you’re missing a treat. Even though it is a children’s book, I enjoyed it thoroughly and would recommend it highly for any middle grader.

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