Release Date:July 2008
Book Preview: "Shattered Illusions"
Brona lives with her husband Liam in an isolated house on the cliff's overlooking the sea. She arrives home to find the door ajar when she knows she had locked it. She can't find her sister, who is staying with her while her husband is out of town.
Blood stained floors appear and disappear, low whispering voices greet her and the storm outside rages, causing the lights to flicker. Brona must put her fears behind her and unravel the mystery that haunts the house before it's too late.
"A Hauntingly Chilling Tale with a Twist!"
In a rugged house standing hidden in a lush forest near the edge of a cliff, lives Brona with her husband Liam. While her husband is away, Brona's sister Tara is staying with her to keep her company till her husband comes home. After an afternoon spent walking along the cliffs, Borna comes home to find her front door ajar. Not thinking anything is amiss she enters. When her sister does not answer her calls, she goes looking for her. After hearing a terrified scream coming from her sister's room, she runs frantic to help her. Only to find the room empty and blood staining the floor. Swearing the scream came from her room, she searches to no avail. Once more turning to look at the blood, she is startled to realize there is no blood on the floor. Not knowing what else to do, she continues her search of the house for her sister. Thus begins Brona's decent into nightmarish fears; hearing whispering voices, and seeing shadowy glimpses with no one there. Brona can't help but wonder if she is losing her mind, or is there something more sinister going on?
This is my second paranormal horror read by Ms. Nutt, and I enjoyed this one every bit as much as the first! From page one, Ms. Nutt leaves you clues as to what is going on, and I still did not get them. I was surprised by the end, for it was the one thing I did not guess! Shattered Illusions was well written and thoughtfully plotted out, to a satisfying end. Well done, I can only seeing Ms. Nutt's game getting better, can't wait for more!
Reviewed by: Missy Brown for PNR Paranormal Reviews
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The fierce wind shrilled as blue arms of rain reached down from the clouds, drenching everything in its path. Brona shivered as she fought her way up the walk and away from the crashing waves that threatened to flood the beach. Lightning cracked the sky apart, illuminating the house with an eerie backdrop. She pulled her windbreaker tighter around her.
She berated herself for her stupidity. She had noticed the threatening storm clouds when she started out this afternoon. “Oh, but you had to ignore them,” she sarcastically spit out not caring in the least that she was talking to herself. “You had to walk along the cliffs as if you’ve never seen the ocean before today. Soaked to the skin, you are and looking like an eegit for the effort.” She knew her dark strands were plastered to her head and her makeup all but washed away. It was good thing she hadn’t put on mascara this morning or she’d have streaks of black running down her face.
She hurried up the porch steps and to some remnant of cover. She needed to collect the firewood and light the fireplace or the house wouldn’t be warm tonight. She wished her husband would hurry home. “I miss you, Liam.” He had been called away on business and she didn’t expect him home until the end of the week. She sighed. “Ah Liam, a welcoming hug and your warm lips on mine, is what I be needing this night.” Instead, she had her sister, Tara for company. She loved her sister and they would probably talk into the wee hours of the night, but it wasn’t the same as having her husband there to keep her warm. She liked to snuggle near the fire with him on nights like this. They would sip hot chocolate with marshmallows as they talked about their dreams for the future.
She glanced up as the lightning shot across the sky. She hoped she wouldn’t lose electricity as they had the many times before with lesser storms. She shook some of the water off of her and walked over to the front door. Her hands were frozen and she fumbled with the key, only to realize the door stood slightly ajar. Brona hesitated at the threshold, listening, but the only sound she heard was the bawling winds and the rumble of thunder behind her.