Title: Remember The Stars
Author: Natalie-Nicole Bates
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Book Description:
For Leah Rhodes life as she knows it has just changed forever.
Waking in a gutter in the dark surroundings of her distant past, a familiar man stands out in her confusion.
But Remy Moreland has been dead for years.
It soon becomes apparent to Leah that both she and Remy are trapped in a hell of their own making.
Can one night together not only lead to the way out, but to love as well?
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
Links:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5241593.Natalie_Nicole_Bates
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Natalie-Nicole-Bates/e/B0071MP0DC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1365403118&sr=8-1
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BatesNatalie
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Natalie-Nicole-Bates/352610728138768?ref=ts&fref=ts
1
Barefoot, she crossed the dark street and began making her way in the direction of the police station. If she remembered correctly, it was three blocks away. A chill rose on her skin as she tried to remain focused. She concentrated on taking one agonizing footstep in front of the other.
Barefoot, she crossed the dark street and began making her way in the direction of the police station. If she remembered correctly, it was three blocks away. A chill rose on her skin as she tried to remain focused. She concentrated on taking one agonizing footstep in front of the other.
When she crossed over the first street, she stopped to rest beneath a
street light. Leaning up against the side of a brick house, she took notice of
how eerily quiet her surroundings were. The only sound was her own breathing.
There simply was nothing, and no one. Was she truly alone? She wondered.
She shook off the intrusive thought. Of course she wasn’t alone. Remy
Moreland was real. Well, the late Remy Moreland was sort of real. Maybe surreal
was a better word.
He had spun some tale of purgatory, of languishing between life and
death. Then a thought struck her like a blow from above.
What if he was telling the truth?
2
“Remy,” she said his name. Where did she know that name
from? It wasn’t common. Think, Leah, think. Then it hit her—hard.
She remembered
exactly who Remy Moreland was.
He was in the
newspaper years earlier. Her mother had shown her a copy. Remy Moreland was
involved in a fatal street race. His Porsche had been split in two, killing him
and a young woman in another car.
Remy Moreland was
dead.
But if he was
dead, what was he doing here, alive, and with her?
Sweat broke out
on the back of her neck and her vision clouded. This was someone’s idea of an
evil, evil joke. She had to get out. She had to find her way home.
Standing, she
grabbed the edge of the deck for support. “I have to get out of here,” she
mumbled and stumbled her way around the desk.
He grabbed her
around the waist. “You can’t go back out there. It’s dangerous.”
She sunk her open
palms against his chest and struggled to get out of his grip. “Get off of me,
you malevolent freak! You’re dead! You’ve been dead for years!” she blurted.
Immediately, he
let go and jumped back from her as if he had been stung.
“What are you
talking about? He demanded.
She backed away,
ready to make a run for the front door. But the confused mix of anger and
disbelief in his contorted expression stopped her.
How could he not
know he was dead?
“It was years
ago, Remy. You had an accident. It was in the newspaper.”
He tilted his
head, his blue eyes huge. “Do I look
dead to you?”
Well, he was
pale, his blue eyes ethereal. She hesitated, and then spoke. “Now that you
mention it…”
“You bitch!” he
snapped.
The force of his
voice caused her to flinch and she raised her fingers to her throbbing temples.
All she wanted at that moment was to get out of this man’s sight and find her
way home.
“I’m not dead,”
he stated ominously.
“Okay, you’re not
dead,” she conceded as she rubbed circles on her temples.
He took a step
closer. “As a matter of fact, right now I am languishing across town in a
nursing home. I eat through a tube in my belly and piss into a catheter bag. I
remain nothing but an emaciated, contorted version of the man I once was.”
She closed her
eyes. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. None of this was real.
When she opened
her eyes, he was in front of her, a macabre grin creasing his handsome
features. He lifted a brow. “So, what did you do?”
“Do? What are you
talking about?”
“To get here. You
know my situation, so what’s yours?”
He wasn’t making
any sense. She turned away from him, left the office and began to walk the long
hallway to the front door, but he followed her closely.
“Let me guess,”
he provoked. “You look like a
murder-suicide kind of girl. You’re not wearing a wedding ring, so I’m assuming
you shot your boyfriend in the head and then offed yourself in some spectacular
way—like jumping off a balcony and splattering on the ground. How could you
have known you would wind up here?” he chuckled unpleasantly.
She stopped cold.
How could he say such a horrible thing? She turned back to him only to find him
mere inches from her. “You’re horrible. You don’t even know me, but you’ve
resorted to participating in some sort of evil joke on me. I just want to go
home…or wake up.”
“Your life as you
know it is over, Leah.”
“What are saying,
Remy? That I’m dead?”
“You’re not
dead…not quite. This is limbo…purgatory…the first circle of Hell. The most
wretched place on earth where you are sent to atone for your sins.”
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