SERIES: The PSS Chronicles
SERIES PLACEMENT: #3
AUTHOR: Ripley Patton
AGE GROUP: Young Adult
GENRE: Paranormal Thriller
RELEASE DATE: Oct. 14, 2014
PUBLISHER: Self-Published
FORMAT: eBook and Paperback
PAGES: Approx. 356
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BOOK BLURB:
In the aftermath of a brutal tragedy, Jason and Passion are on the run. Marcus is lost beyond reach, and The Hold is in shambles. If that weren't enough, Olivia Black has been taken by the CAMFers to be used as Dr. Fineman's personal lab rat in his merciless quest to uncover the mysteries of Psyche Sans Soma once and for all. But only if he can break her.
They are scattered.
They are devastated.
They are ruined.
Their only hope is Olivia's stubborn determination to thwart her captors and unlock the secrets of her ghost hand before Dr. Fineman can. Will she finally find the strength within herself to embrace the full power of her PSS?
And will it even matter if Marcus has already betrayed her?
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GHOST HEART
Excerpt from Marcus's Perspective
I pressed my arm into the cartilage of my uncle's windpipe, pinning him to the door. My other hand found the lock, turning the deadbolt into place. No one was going to come rescue him now, none of his bodyguards or entourage. It was him and me, man to man. I wasn't a defenseless little boy anymore. I was bigger than he was. Younger. Stronger. All the weakness in me was gone. I had saved a life's worth of strength for this one moment.
"David, no!" Samantha cried, moving toward us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Passion grab her hand and hold her back.
"They need to settle this," she said to my cousin. "You need to let them."
Nice sentiment, but it wasn't going to happen. There was nothing for me and my uncle to settle. I was going to hurt him the way he'd hurt me and Danielle and my parents. I would run him over, leaving him mangled and abandoned beside a road somewhere. I would make him feel pain, endless, insatiable pain.
"You killed them," I spat into his face. "You ran us into a fucking train, your own family, your own sister."
"No," he squeezed out, trying to shake his head.
"Yes!" I pressed my arm even harder into his throat. He didn't get to say no to me. Not ever again.
"David," Samantha pleaded behind me, "don't do this. Let him explain."
"There's nothing to fucking explain," I snarled at her, never taking my eyes off of him. "I was there. I know what happened."
His face was turning red and his eyes were bulging a little. He was running out of air.
Footsteps pounded up the stairwell beyond the door. Someone downstairs had heard the noise, and they were coming to save him. Too bad there was a solid oak door between him and his lackeys.
"David, please," Samantha said, laying her hand gently on my bulging bicep. "He's my father."
I turned just enough to look at her.
Passion was standing behind her, still holding her other hand.
I looked back at my uncle.
I could kill him. It would only take a little longer. He was gasping for breath now, struggling weakly under my arm.
I looked back at Sam, her eyes full of fear and pain, so like Danielle's.
"Fuck!" I roared, pulling myself off my uncle and pacing to the window, my back turned against all of them. I was too weak. I couldn't do it. Not in front of Sam.
My uncle was coughing and hacking, trying to catch his breath.
There was a loud banging at the door and the knob rattled frantically. "Everything okay in there?" a man's voice boomed. "Mr. James, are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine," my uncle called back hoarsely. It was hardly convincing.
"Sir, do you need assistance?" the voice persisted.
"No," my uncle said, louder this time. "I'm fine. Stand down."
"Yes sir," the voice said, but I didn't hear the guy go back downstairs. He was waiting out there for me. I'd lost my chance, my only chance. My uncle would open that door, and I'd never be alone with him again. I'd never get the satisfaction I'd yearned for all these years.
I turned and looked at him, a pompous man in an expensive suit. God, I hated him and the look of self-righteous pity in his eyes. How could he pity me when he was the one who'd fucked up my life in the first place?
"Why'd you do it?" I asked. I couldn't murder him in front of Sam, but I could expose him. It wasn't anything compared to what he'd done to me, but it was still something. "I want to know, really. What's your justification for killing me and my parents? I'm dying to hear it."
Ghost Hand (The PSS Chronicles #1)
Ghost Hold (The PSS Chronicles #2)
About the Author...
Ripley doesn't smoke, or drink, or cuss as much as her characters. Her only real vices are writing, eating M&Ms, and watching reality television.
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