I'm posting this because I have a new cover for Into the Spell. Nick Grabowsky of Black Bed Sheet Books designed. I love it. Normally I wouldn't change the cover on a previously published book but here's what happened. My novels for sale on Amazon and Smashwords. Amazon accepts books just like Smashwords. However, Smashwords has a premium catalog. The catalog distributes your ebook to Apple, Barnes & Noble, Sony and a host of other formats, even for viewing on your computer. For a book to be included in the catalog it has to meet certain quality criteria. My old cover was to small? Don't know what that means. It was rejected.
Action. Called Nick, told him the situation. He delivered. Here it is. And the price only $0.99
...thought I would throw in a couple of paragraphs from Into the Spell, A Paranormal Thriller
Car accidents happen. That’s why they’re called accidents. It was eight-fifteen in the evening. Jennifer Bernstein lunged forward. Her white Camry was hit. She was seated in the driver’s seat. Hands clutching the steering wheel. She looked into the rear-view mirror. A car was backing up. It stopped. There was a man inside. He was alone. She stared at him. He stared back. She twisted to her right and popped open the glove compartment.
The parking garage of the Tampa Airport Marriott was dark. It limited her sight. Her fingers searched for the first pen she could grab. Opening a brown leather folder and ripping a piece of paper from the pad, the twenty-three year was thinking about her mother and how angry she would be.
Jennifer sat still for a moment, her heart fluttering. Her mind recalling what just happened. She reached for the door handle. Her fingers were slippery, sweaty. She opened the door and slide out.
A composed voice in her mind softly spoke. “Take a deep slow breath and …relax.”
The voice was not hers. She was puzzled, confused. She stood silent and stared.
She saw a man. He was too far to have uttered the words. The stranger stood, still, quiet. Looking at her. He was tall and thin, with tanned skin and dark eyes. Mesmerizing. The eyes were powerful.
He was moving, walking toward her. Took a few seconds. He reached out with his fingers and touched her forearm.
“Are you alright?” the voice was confident.
Jennifer, surprised by his presence felt different. Something inside, inside her head. Controlling.