Twisted Sisters by Kimber Leigh Wheaton
(The Orion Circle #2)
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
(The Orion Circle #2)
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Synopsis:
It’s a child’s toy—what could
go wrong?
While playing with a spirit board, two
sorority sisters summon the vindictive spirits of three women brutally murdered
by a psychopath. Join Logan, Kacie, and the rest of the Orion Circle as they
delve into the disturbing events of the past to find the key to freeing the
spirits.
But this isn’t any ordinary haunting.
These ghosts were banished before, and now they have returned more powerful
than anyone could have imagined. Anger breeds hatred and hatred leads to
darkness—these phantoms are on the verge of losing their last spark of humanity
and becoming completely lost to the shadows.
Can Logan and Kacie convince the tortured
souls to embrace the light and move on, or will the spirits succumb to the
hypnotic pull of evil, leading to an eternity of torment and suffering?
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Excerpt:
“Huge EMF spike!” Carl shouts,
waving the EMF detector in the air.
That’s it. I can’t wait for
Raven any longer. Mr. Kincaid’s voice echoes in my ears, calling me stupid for
rushing in not knowing what’s in there. I’m in charge of this fiasco… I never should’ve
let her run in without more information. Steeling my shoulders, I cross the
threshold into the house.
I stop and survey the scene in
seconds, taking in the ridiculous amount of damage. The living room is trashed:
sofa overturned, lamps broken on the floor, and the front window shattered by
the flying armchair. No sign of Raven, but the girls said they were using the
board in the kitchen. As I walk down the hall toward the back of the house, a
ceramic figurine flies at me. I duck just in time as it grazes the top of my
hair. I’m finding it difficult to believe spirits summoned from a spirit board
by amateurs could be this powerful.
The family room is in a similar
state to the living room. When I spy the sixty-inch TV on the floor in a
smashed mess my heart thumps faster. These are powerful spirits or maybe even a
rogue gang. That TV had to weigh over one hundred pounds, and it’s a good
twelve feet from the entertainment center. No sign of Raven in here either.
A fierce wind blows from the
kitchen, slamming me against the wall. So much power. None of this makes any
sense!
“Raven.” I try to call out, but
my voice comes out a hoarse croak.
My body is freed as the wind
dies down, and I race toward the kitchen. Something shoves me from behind,
sending me reeling across the tile floor. I manage to rotate myself at the last
second so my shoulder impacts the wall instead of my head. The wind stops the
moment I hit the wall. As I rub my sore shoulder, a loud scream pierces the
silence. My stomach drops at the sheer terror echoing in that scream. Raven.
Leaping to my feet, I search
the large kitchen for her. When my eyes land on her, I blink a few too many
times. This shouldn’t be possible.
“Hang on, Raven,” I call out to
her form suspended in midair near the ceiling.
“Hang on? Really?” Her arms are
splayed out to the sides. Though she tries to project confidence with her
words, I can tell from her face that she’s terrified.
“Release her at once!” I yell
at the invisible spirits. “She has done nothing to you.”
“Don’t you think I already
tried that?” Raven bites out in between gasping breaths.
“St. Michael, the archangel,
def—” I start the prayer, but something crashes into me, knocking the wind from
my lungs as I’m slammed into the floor. It takes a few dazed seconds to realize
it’s Raven’s body crushing me. “Can you move?”
“I don’t know.” She rolls off
me despite her words, groaning. “Those damned spirits. Madder than cornered
rattlesnakes.”
“I can’t feel anything but
intense hatred and fury.” I push to my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my
side. After hauling Raven up by the arm, I drag her toward the back door.
“Wait!” she yells, yanking her
arm away. “The board.” Raven disappears beneath the long oak table. A few
seconds later, she pops out holding the spirit board.
“Come on,” I shout when I feel
the spirits returning for round two. “Crap, too late.” An invisible force plows
into me, pushing me back into the unforgiving wall. “Raven, run!”
Something hits me in the ribs,
banging my body into the wall once, twice, three times. My head spins from the
impact. At least Raven made it out. A white mist fills my vision, and I blink
several times. It doesn’t go away, only becomes sharper, more focused. Her form
is wispy, ethereal. She would be beautiful were her lips not turned into a
vicious sneer. I lay on the ground, waiting for her to make her move while she
floats around me.
AUTHOR
BIO:
Kimber Leigh Wheaton is a bestselling YA
author with a soft spot for sweet romance. In addition to writing,
she works as an editor for two publishers as well as select indie authors.
She is married to her soul mate, has a teenage son, and shares her home
with three dogs and lots of dragons. Kimber Leigh is addicted to romance,
video games, superheroes, villains, and chocolate—not necessarily in that
order. (If she has to choose, she’ll take a chocolate covered superhero!)
Winner of the 2014 Rising Star Award at the BTS Red Carpet Awards in NOLA.
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