A Kendra Spark Novel
Book Two
S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Supernatural, Suspense-thriller, Romance
Publisher: BWL Publisher
Date of Publication: August 10, 2018
ASIN: B07G36D3JC
Number of pages: E-book length: 150
Number of pages: Print length: 195
Word Count: 57,500
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Tagline: Trafficked girls marked to lose their souls by a malevolent supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue. Will Kendra be able to save them?
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?
As boundless supernatural danger intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
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Kendra Spark’s point of view
We left in
silence, and during the whole drive to Derek’s place, neither of us said a
word.
As soon as we
drove into his driveway and parked near his garage, outside lights popped on,
streaming through the window and shining across Derek’s face. He turned to me
and said, “So what did you not tell Jackson?”
“You gotta hand
it to him, our Derek is a pretty receptive dude.” Jenna snickered from the
backseat.
“I didn’t tell
him about Buster, the malevolent spirit from the hotel. He’s also known as a
soul-sucker.”
“What does that
mean?” Derek’s back went rigid straight.
“It means those
girls don’t know anything about their abuse because their souls are no longer
inside their bodies. The soul-sucker absorbs them as his energy source.” There
was no way I would tell him females were his favorite meal, or young girls were
like a euphoric dessert. “Bertellia’s prostitutes’ souls have taken up
residence inside the empty bodies of the teen girls. They are using them like a
vessel.”
Derek’s eyes
widened to the size of half-dollars. “Are you saying prostitutes live inside
those kids?”
“Exactly.”
Derek climbed
out of the SUV, and so did I. He went to the back and hauled out my luggage.
“I’m having a
hard time wrapping my brain around this, Kendra,” Derek stated. “It sounds like
something only a fiction writer would come up with as an explanation.”
Wow, what a
blow, as if he stabbed a sharp blade directly into my heart and twisted it a
million ways at once. Heat blasted across my face and scurried down my neck.
Maybe I shared too much, too soon. I didn’t need him doubting me, nor did I
need the hurt and frustration sweeping through me right now.
“How does this
guy take their souls?” He stared at me, his startling blues went stormy. “Are
you telling me this thing we dealt with inside the hotel room could have taken
your soul? Or Jenna’s?” He hissed an exaggerated breath, dropping his gaze to
the ground and shaking his head.
“Wow, keep it
coming, Derek.” Jenna stepped next to me, punching her fists at him like a
boxer on steroids. “Now what are you going to tell him? Hopefully, the truth.
That both of our souls are marked by that soul-stealing freak for his
consumption.”
That wasn’t what
I would share with Derek, considering his acknowledgment of what actually
happened in the hotel room. He had some understanding of the danger.
“So, what can
stop it?” Derek spoke through clenched teeth, bringing me back to his previous
questions. He was already overprotective, but what could he possibly do to
protect us from Buster?
How would I
respond? Clueless as to the extent of Buster’s abilities, but I was sure about what
Grandma Ellie said, he could steal Jenna’s and my soul. Plus, a strong
intuitive feeling told me in order to destroy that beast we would have to get
up-close and personal with it.
“I’m sure I’ll
find answers in Grandma Ellie’s journal. It’s the research I told you I still
needed to do. I’ll require specific supplies and chants, and maybe someone
else’s help.” Someone that knew about malevolent spirits and what it took to
destroy them because right now I hung totally out of my realm. I needed to find
Buster’s vulnerability, his number one weakness, his achilleas heel.
“All this supply
stuff and chanting, that sounds like pagan lore. Are you a witch, Kendra?” He
rolled his shoulders and his furrowed gaze melded into mine.
“I like to think
of myself as a spiritualist.”
About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/spdavis788
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