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Finders
Finders
Ghost Hunting #1
by
Amy Romine
Genre:
Paranormal Romance Thriller
When
an expert Demonologist meets a Reality Show Producer on the Ghost
Hunting Show Finders, sparks of true love fly so brightly even the
Devil takes notice.
Demonologist,
Luke Melloy has seen the face of pure evil. He's fought it and sent
it back to hell. It's what he does. To Claire Westin, ghosts and
demons are just great television and good for ratings. When faced
with the truth Luke has seen, her reality is turned upside down as
the two are swept into dire straits moments after they meet. Desire
sparks between the unlikely pair, throwing their hearts into chaos
with a love neither expected nor wanted.
When
the Demon targets an unsuspecting Claire with his wrath, Luke finds
his focus split between his oath to God and the awakening of his
heart. Together, can they face the ancient evil and defeat it or lose
everything?
Blurb
When an
expert Demonologist meets a Reality Show Producer on the Ghost
Hunting Show Finders, sparks of true love fly so brightly even the
Devil takes notice. Demonologist
Luke Melloy has seen the face of pure evil. He's fought it and sent
it back to hell. It's what he does. To Claire Westin, ghosts and
demons are just great television and good for ratings. When she’s
faced with the truth Luke has seen, her reality is turned upside down
as the two are swept into dire straits moments after they meet.
Desire sparks between the unlikely pair, throwing their hearts into
chaos with a love neither of them expected nor wanted. When
the Demon targets an unsuspecting Claire with his wrath, Luke finds
his focus split between his oath to God and the awakening of his
heart. Together, can they face the ancient evil and defeat it, or
will they lose everything?
Excerpt
On
every investigation, big or small, Grant Henley’s priority was
always the safety of his team. Splitting the central team into
mini-teams posed the best option. If anything happened on any of the
walks, an experienced team member would be present to handle the
situation. While he hand-picked and trusted every member of his team,
he also knew in the face of pure evil or peril, people could freeze,
loose reason, and panic. It was only human nature. He needed to
anticipate all the possibilities. He would
not admit aloud to the team, but the investigation of Crestwater
Church would most likely be one of the most intense and riskiest
endeavors many of them would ever experience. “What
have we got?” Grant asked, entering the open door on the opposite
side of the altar from where he’d just been with Luke. “Dust,
and lots of it,” Craig replied, standing triumphant and placing the
bolt cutters against the wall. Finders’
investigators Brian, Glen, and
Maggie were standing with him, having assisted in the excavation. “Let’s
take a look,” Grant said, turning on his flashlight again and
leading the way into the area. He’d expected a wooden floor but
found it to be solid rock. Good news meant they wouldn’t have to
worry about falling through any holes in an old weakening wooden
floor. They
ventured inside, and the dust began to settle, revealing the scant
contents of the room. Walking around, they found a few small single
beds, broken empty dressers, and a cracked mirror on the far wall.
Grant took a few steps toward the far wall and stopped. He raised his
hand in a hold position, signaling for everyone to stop. Listening,
he waited and heard it again, louder this time, definitely a growl.
He swung the flashlight toward the sound and stopped, illuminating a
snarling, growling dog. The light flashed red in its eyes. Grant
stepped back. “Out, get out. Slowly and quietly leave the room,”
he said in a low tone to the rest of the group. In his
peripheral vision, he watched the group of three slowly back out of
the room. Keeping eye contact with the still angry animal, he began
with a first step back, simultaneously searching for anything he
could put between himself and the animal. The bed to
his left was close enough he would be able to skirt it between them,
giving him a few seconds to exit the space. Two more steps and he
could reach the bed. He felt someone enter the room and saw Luke’s
outline slowly approaching him. “The
bed,” Luke said, knowing his plan. “Yes.” “Move
fast.” “Not a
problem,” Grant replied. The dog
inched forward, getting ready to strike. “On
three,” Luke said, and Grant silently nodded. He mapped out in his
mind how this was going to work. “Ready?” "Yeah,
okay…one…" "Two." "Three." Grant
lunged for the bed, flipping it on its side and dashed. Without
warning, something grabbed his ankle. He fell to his knees, giving
the dog a chance to strike.
*
* * *
Luke
watched the bed flip on its side, creating a temporary barrier. Luke,
bolt cutters in hand, watched and waited. Grant fell to his knees.
The dog caught Grant’s ankle before Luke could bridge the gap. The
dog’s jaws were locked. Grant struggled to get out of the dog’s
grip. Luke stepped between the two and swung the cutter at the dog’s
head to get the hound to release. Luke hit the dog harder and harder,
with no effect and no damage to the animal. Luke
stopped, holding his cross. "In the name of the Lord Jesus
Christ of Nazareth, I stand with the power of the Lord God Almighty
to bind Satan and all his evil spirits, demonic forces, satanic
powers, principalities, along with all kings and princes of terrors,
from the air, water, fire, ground, netherworld, and the evil forces
of nature.” The dog
continued to bite down, and Grant bellowed in pain. “Fuck!” “I take
authority over all demonic assignments and functions of destruction
sent against me, and I expose all demonic forces as weakened,
defeated enemies of Jesus Christ. I stand with the power of the Lord
God Almighty to bind together all enemies of Christ present here, all
demonic entities under their one and highest authority, and I command
these spirits into the abyss to never again return.” The dog
whined in pain, released Grant’s leg, and scurried behind the bed.
Luke grasped Grant’s hand, pulling him to his feet and out the
door. They slammed the door shut in unison. Something heavy and
strong banged against it, pushing to get out. “What do we do?”
Craig asked. “Find
something to wedge against the door,” Luke called. Glen and Brian
helped to hold the door closed. The pounding continued. “Get the
salt!” Craig
disappeared with Maggie out the door. Luke started a prayer to bless
the door. The pushing and banging stopped just as Maggie and Craig
reappeared. “Is it over?” Doesn’t
matter,” Grant said, motioning to Craig for the piece of wood he’d
brought to wedge the door closed. Grant took the piece and positioned
the wood against the door to keep it closed. “Go get the nail gun
out of the truck.” “You got
it, Boss,” Craig said with a nod. “You have
the salt?” Luke asked Maggie. She nodded, face pale. Giving the
clear glass jar to him with shaking hands, he gave her a reassuring
nod. “We’ve got this. Go take a break.” Luke opened
the salt and poured it against the threshold. “Not very
Christian of you,” Brian commented. “Actually,
for centuries since the advent of Jesus, salt that had been cleansed
and sanctified by special exorcisms and prayers was given to
catechumens before entering the church for baptism. According to the
fifth canon of the Third Council of Carthage in the third century,
salt was administered to the catechumens several times a year, a
process attested by Augustine of Hippo.” Craig
returned with the nail gun and handed it to Grant, who started
nailing the door. Luke
continued, “Two
specific rites, namely a cross traced on the forehead and a taste of
blessed salt, not only marked the entrance into the catechumenate but
were repeated regularly. By his own account, Augustine was "blessed
regularly with the Sign of the Cross and seasoned with God's salt.
Therefore, it is very Christian of me.” Grant
finished securing his side of the door and handed Luke the nail gun. “Early in
the sixth century, John the Deacon also explained the use of blessed
salt. he said So the mind which
is drenched and weakened by the waves of this world is held steady.” “That is
blessed salt?” “Yep,
take it wherever I go,” Luke replied. “Consider
me schooled,” Brian said. “What
happened in there?” Glen asked. “Stray
dog,” Craig quickly said from behind Glen. “It happens in these
abandoned buildings. A dog or raccoon gets trapped inside and is
relatively pissed off when someone finds it. Greg could use your help
in the vestibule. We’ll finish up here.” Glen and Brian nodded
and exited the room. “All secure?” “Yep,
let’s get you outside to wrap up that ankle,” Luke said, offering
Grant his shoulder. “Claire’s
gonna be pissed,” Grant said.
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Amy
Romine has always wanted to be one of the good guys. From playing
Charlie's Angels in the backyard of her Macungie, PA home as a child
to the pages of her unending projects, Amy has always dreamed of
adventure and romance. Her need to make the characters truly deserve
their happiness takes us on many a twisted journey. From serial
killers to demons, Amy holds nothing back in the name of true
enduring love.
A mother of three, Amy has spent the past
sixteen years working in Operations for Ricoh America's Corporation.
She is an avid movie fan and enjoys books, television, theater, her
dog Pip and all things romance.
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