Welcome to Sunday Blog Share. Today, we’re delving into the paranormal, as we will all month. Our story this fine October day is all about those pesky family secrets. Everyone’s family has them. Some are not so bad—an aunt or uncle with a habit no one thinks is very nice, sisters and brothers who are real jerks. There are, however, some families who never want the secret behind their family to ever see the light of day. Those secrets can do nothing but cause emotional pain and bring up things best left unsaid…
Not long after motorcyclists rode to Washington DC to make a statement, Ciara Tressa Lafferty and her guy return home, jazzed by their experience and definitely not ready for what was about to be exposed. Her boyfriend is JD Turkin, heir apparent to the legacy set by his grandfather, Duke. Ciara and JD love each other and refuse to listen to their grandfathers, who both demand the teens stop going out.
Everyone pays for the mistakes of their family, but for Ciara Tressa Lafferty, that particular mistake happened almost sixty years ago, and nobody will forget it. She’s constantly compared to her great aunt, and even worse, she looks like the woman.
A senior in high school with a great future ahead of her, Ciara has no clue what this Halloween holds for her. That it’s the anniversary her great aunt’s disappearance is just one more annoyance as she discovers her boyfriend’s great grandfather refuses to let her move on with her own life. Then Ciara finds herself thrust in a nebulous existence within her own body when Tressa Anne Lafferty, her great aunt, possesses her. Ciara tries to break free, but Tressa refuses to release her until Ciara discovers the secret hidden within the charred remains of McLaren House--a revelation which will rock the whole town.
The sense of time gathers speed. For so long, she dwelled in limbo, awaiting the moment when she would reunite with him. He brings conflicting emotions. Tressa loved him, yet he killed her. Logic dictates that she must hate him.
Her death came about not because he loved her, but because he had to hide his acts, what he had done to ruin his family name.
Duke Turkin was incapable of caring about anyone but himself. The only things he really loved were power and money.
“It’s time, Duke,” Tressa whispered into the humid, velvety night air. “Can you feel it? I’ll make sure that you don’t escape me this time. We’re destined to spend eternity together.”
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.