The cover is designed by my daughter, Sarah Sprague, who has designed several of my children's books. Reawakening is planned as a 5 book series... at least, and next up is Reverberations. I can't wait to see what she does for that cover!
This is a paranormal novella that includes Vampires, witches, werewolves, spirits and even an angel... I think it's a fun book, yet has an element of terror to it. Here is a blurb from the book:
It started On New Year’s. I was working at my new job, The Corner Shop. It wasn’t as though I had anything going on; no boyfriend, no family, no friends… which is how I liked it. No one to tie me down, no one to complicate my life, and I was happy. Really, I was. Who needs people anyway? So if anyone tells you I was miserable they would be wrong.
The Shop, as most of the regulars affectionately called it, held an odd array of items. There were the usual things that you might need, milk, a few grocery items, beer, which was in high demand tonight –and cleaning supplies. There were also a few unusual items as well. Earlier this evening I had come across a shrunken head in the back room, which would have seemed out of place, except that I knew my grandmother had owned a shrunken head at one time. I wondered if this is where she had found it. I would never know for sure, she had passed away a month ago, just two days after my 19th birthday.
I missed her. A lot. She was my grandmother and had raised me after my parents died in a car accident. I was three at the time and I barely remember them. She spoiled me too. Until she was gone, I never gave a thought to how the bills were paid. So now I had a job and a small apartment a few blocks away.
Some of my fellow employees tried to pull me into the festivities. They were celebrating in the back room, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square. I was up front just in case a customer came in.
“Francine, the store is empty, no one is going to come walking in while we’re in the back and even if they do, there’s a bell.”
I looked up to find Joseph standing next to me. He might have been good looking if not for his one fatal flaw. He was gorgeous in that way a lot of girls liked - blah. And blond, yech. Maybe if he grew his hair a little… tried that bad boy look. As it was, he looked like he was fresh out of high school, where as I looked like a high school drop-out.
Joseph wiggled his eyebrows at me. I just stared at him, unmoving. He had a crush on me… why, I don’t know. I’d done everything I could to discourage him, but still he persisted. I could see the disappointment in his eyes when I refused; I think he was honestly hoping I would kiss him at the stroke of midnight. Blah!
“Leave her be,” Debbie said, pulling Joseph to the back. Speaking of the type of girl Joseph appealed to - Debbie is blond, with long hair that falls just past her shoulders. I’m sure she spends hours getting it to shine like it does. She was wearing a pink shirt which went against company policy, but who was going to tell? The only manager assigned to work tonight was Carl and he was already drunk in the back. How he still had a job was a mystery, since he was always drunk, but Penny, the owner of The Corner Shop, seemed protective of him. I could understand why. He was seven years older than me, but he seemed more innocent than even Joseph. I was drawn to him, but in a sisterly way. He had tight curls and nerd glasses. I was sure he had once been the kid on the playground everyone picked on.
Debbie shook her head, letting me know she didn’t approve of me. She’d disapprove even more if she knew I’d been spitting in her coffee. Behind her, Carl called out that it was almost midnight. Debbie took Joseph’s hand and pulled him to the back. I went back to work. Or I tried to. The ball was dropping, I could hear them counting down in the back… ten… nine… eight… and I was doing my level best to ignore them while I straightened up the aisles, making them look presentable for when the drunken idiots came in - and they would. Seven… six… five… four…. A chill went through my body. My Grandmother would say someone had walked over my grave. A silly thought, but I was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. I looked around. No one was in the store, but… three… two… one!
Everyone was cheering and clapping, which is why I didn’t hear the bell, or at least that’s what I told myself. There’s a mirror in the corner, angled so you can see the back of the store from the front and I glanced up just in time to see Joseph and Debbie kissing. Okay, it was more like Debbie kissing Joseph while he flailed around trying to get away. Why did I feel… jealous? No, it wasn’t jealousy, but I was uncomfortable with it. Turning back to the shelf I’d been straightening, I was startled to see someone else was in the store.
He stood there watching me and I watched him back. His eyes were dark, brooding. His hair hung in his eyes so they were hard to see, but what I did see, I liked in a morbid sort of way. Images of making love to him on a bed of black roses in the middle of a graveyard came to mind. Like I said, morbid. There’s a reason people steer clear of me.
The world stood still in those few moments. My heart was beating loudly, blood rushed to my head and the room spun. I thought I heard someone call my name. The sound of glass breaking brought me back to the room. I shook my head to clear it, Mr. Gorgeous still stood across the aisle, but now he was looking at the ground. I’d dropped the packet of glass Christmas ornaments I’d been dusting off.