Yesterday saw the re-release of a revised and re-edited version of Going Under, previously published with Silver. I have two shiny copies to give to two lucky commenters - who will be chosen at random by my glamorous assistant next Saturday. All you have to do is tell me your favourite horror movie and don't forget to LEAVE YOUR EMAIL in the comment. Happy commenting!
Battered by unseen forces, Evan Griffin finally seeks help. Paranormal investigator Ross Stone is captivated. Dare he get close to Evan when he’s fighting his own demons?
Evan Griffin moved into his remote country house with all the excitement and promise of a new start... until the strange noises began. When the ghostly attacks become physical, he is left bruised and battered and desperate for help.
When Evan walks into the offices of paranormal investigators, Knight & Stone, Ross Stone is dumbfounded by the injuries the man bears. Injuries Evan insists were caused by an unseen assailant in his own home. Something in the man's eyes tugs at Ross' heartstrings. Does he dare risk getting close to Evan when Ross is fighting his own demons?
Reader Advisory: This books contains scenes of violence and references to past abuse.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released by another publisher.
It has been considerably expanded, revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
Pulling open the
curtains to let in the morning light, Evan Griffin gazed out of
the glass pane at the rolling hills surrounding his house on every side. His house.
It sounded good in his head. New house and new
beginning. He wondered how
he could be anything but happy here. It was perfect—almost. But he wouldn’t
Mack now—couldn’t. If he let himself walk that road, he’d end up
in a useless
heap on the floor, and those boxes wouldn’t unpack themselves.
Lost in his thoughts,
he opened the first box and began to sort through the linen
he found there.
Halfway to the linen closet, he was stopped in his tracks by a
loud bang. “Fuck,” he hissed, dropping the curtain and padding onto the floor.
He listened intently for a moment and, hearing nothing, he bent to pick up the
items he’d dropped. Then he heard it again, coming from the bathroom.
Swallowing, an uneasy feeling unfurling in his belly, he opened the bathroom
door and looked around the room. Everything seemed in place. His toiletries
were on the shelf in a large shoebox and the stack of towels he’d unpacked
yesterday were still sitting in the bone-dry tub.
The tub was one of the
things that had attracted Evan to the property. It was
huge, and with him at
six foot one in his bare feet, a tub that he could actually
stretch out in was
something of a novelty. It sat in the middle of the room on claw
old-fashioned steel faucets and the head end higher than the foot end,
something seen in a Victorian lady’s boudoir. The white porcelain was
cracked a little with age and he would have to repaint
the underside with some
specialized paint, but he didn’t care. The proportions
of the room and the
grandeur of the fittings, albeit a little worn, were what
had clinched the deal. Slam!
“Jesus Christ,” he
spat, spinning around to find the bathroom door shutting him
off from the rest
of the house. His heart pounded frantically when there was another
he spun around again to see the large casement window at the end of the
banging in the wind. “For fuck’s sake, Griffin,”
he admonished himself, walking
over to the window, pulling it shut and securely
latching it. “It’s an old house. The
window was open which made the first slam,
then the centrifugal force created by the
window and the door being open,
caused the second.”
He stopped in front of
the mirror he had hung above the basin the day before and ran
his hands through
his shaggy hair, scratching his scalp with blunt nails. “If you’re going
to think that every knock, creak and bang is something sinister, you might as well
up and go back to the city right now.” He shook his head at his reflection
on his heel and crossing the room to open the door. “And stop
talking to yourself,” he
added with a smile. He firmly closed the door behind
him and headed back to the
bedroom to get dressed.
* * * *
“You think moving houses can get rid of me, Evan?” She watched from her
seat on the deep windowsill as the man moved around the bedroom.
“You always were stupid.” She clenched her hands into fists as rage
inside her. Narrowing her gaze, she smiled in satisfaction as Evan
hands together to warm them.
“What’s wrong, Evan? Cold?” She gripped the wet strands of her hair and
hissed through her teeth. “Not as cold as
me! But you will be…you will be.
not going anywhere until you and everyone you love has paid for