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Her historical novel, Sky Tinted Water, has been nominated for a RONE Award by Ind’Tale Magazine. Keta’s books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month, and Recommended Read awards from the top professional review sites.
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Raine tells Derek about the ghost in her bedchamber:
Cocking his head to the side, Derek grabbed her elbow. “What do you have behind your back?”
Her face paled.
“What is it? Pray tell, not another Bible?”
She shook her head, brought her arms out and held it before him.
The floor swirled beneath his feet. “Baby?” As if burned by a hot branding iron, he withdrew his hand. “Where? When? How?”
“The doll was on my pillow when I returned to my room.”
“What madness is this?” He paced the hallway. “Someone is up to no good.” When he stopped to look at her, she reminded him of a frightened child. Her cheeks were pale, her eyes ringed with dark circles. “I’ll get to the bottom of this. The Bible and Baby can not walk from that trunk in the attic.” He looked toward the ceiling.” “And suddenly materialize in your bedchamber.”
“Poor man.” Mockery laced her words. “The master has finally met a problem he doesn’t understand and cannot control.”
“What is that supposed to mean? I tell you, someone in the manor dupes you, Raine.”
“No, Derek. A spirit placed the objects in my room, a tormented, recently passed spirit.”
“The ghost again.” He paused and looked at her askance. “You mean to say Cinda’s―?”
She hissed the words and wrung her hands. “You can’t expect me to know what evil machinations occurred before I arrived.”
“Evil?” His head suddenly throbbed. “Nothing evil transpired. Lucinda lost her mind and took her life.” Despite the facts surrounding his wife’s death, a niggling fear crept up his spine. “If evil played a part, I swear I wasn’t aware of it.”
“Listen to me, Derek. A ghost is intent on delivering a message to me.” She leaned forward, her voice a whisper. “Someone marked a passage in the Bible, whether living or dead, I don’t know. The Bible was opened to a certain passage.”
“What passage, tell me?”
“Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.”
Derek shivered; he’d never felt so cold in his life.
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