Please join me in offering a warm welcome to today’s guest author Jennifer Rainey. Jennifer writes paranormal romance. Today she’s here to talk about her latest novel The Beldam’s Eye and to share some of her real life ghost hunting experiences with us. Jennifer is giving away a ton of great prizes during her blog tour. First, she’s giving away two $20 Amazon GCs and five copies of Thoroughly Modern Monsters, her short story collection to randomly drawn commenters during the tour. In addition she’s giving away a grand prize to one randomly drawn commenter – that will be a $25 Amazon Gift card, a copy of These Hellish Happenings (her first novel) and a copy of Thoroughly Modern Monsters. Leave a comment to enter…then check out the rest of her stops so that you can leave a comment at her other stops as well.
In the world of The Beldam’s Eye, the existence of ghosts is acknowledged scientific fact, but of course, most people in our world are a little more skeptical. While watching horror movies may be fun, many can’t say they actually believe Casper may be lurking around the corner.
I occasionally attend paranormal investigations. I’ve loved of the idea of the dead walking among us since I was very young and when I turned about sixteen and all of those paranormal reality shows really started taking off, I was right there with every one of them. (Ahem, I still have a crush on Grant Wilson of Ghost Hunters fame!) A lot of people know this about me, and I’m naturally often asked if I believe in ghosts.
That’s a tricky question.
I do believe in ghosts, but I’m not sure I believe they’re the spirits of dead people consciously wandering around and attempting to communicate with the living. Then again, I can’t say with the utmost certainty that they’re not. I’m a skeptic, yes, but I am completely open to the idea of ghosts. I’m just looking for answers. I think there’s something there. I just don’t know what.
My most recent ghost hunt took place in Gettysburg at The Jennie Wade House. Jennie was the only civilian recorded to have died in the battle of Gettysburg in 1863. Before entering the house, our group of ghost hunters stood outside the door, listening to a local investigator give us the run-down on the house.
Suddenly, the cellar doors rattled violently, the padlock leaping into the air! It gave us all quite a start, but the investigator assured us the group in the basement was to blame. She told us, irritated, that she’d have to have a talk with her fellow investigators about the incident.
Upon entering the basement later in the evening and confronting those down there at the time, we were shocked that at the start of the investigation no one had been on the side of the basement with the cellar doors and that no one down there earlier had even heard the cellar doors! Baffled, we tried to determine who possibly could’ve made the doors rattle.
As we discussed this, my sister was holding K-II meter, a device which measures fluctuations in magnetic fields. The device had been entirely dead the whole evening until this discussion. Suddenly, it was flashing orange and red! It was as though whoever had be checking the lock on the cellar doors had returned to say “Yes! I was the one checking the doors!”
This is only one of many bizarre things that happened that night. Am I saying a ghost definitely rattled the cellar doors? No. But it’s still an experience that can’t be explained away (and one I learned later other investigators have experienced at that house).
When writing The Beldam’s Eye, however, I created a spirit world that was, in my mind, ideal. Spirits not only openly communicate with humans, they have relationships with them. They love them, they hate them, they coexist. One of my favorite aspects of this series is the romance between Erasmus Bramble, a paranormal investigator, and Aletheia Jones, the 1920s era spirit who haunts the building in which he works. There’s something terribly romantic about a love not only reaching between time periods like that, but between life and death.
Cover Blurb From The Beldam’s Eye
When Erasmus Bramble finds the recently-deceased Angus Heyer rummaging through his kitchen cabinets, he knows he has a unique case on his hands.
As paranormal investigators in rural Ohio, Ras and his business partner Antony Yeats tackle ghostly problems on a daily basis, from poltergeist exterminations to troubled spirits just looking for a shoulder to cry on. Angus isn’t looking for ghost therapy. He needs Ras and Yeats to help him retrieve a pocket watch stolen from him after death, a pocket watch that is said to be cursed: The Beldam’s Eye.
The skeptical Ras and Yeats agree to take Angus’s case, but they soon find themselves in over their heads, facing murder, theft and perilous dark magic. Is it all just backwoods superstition or is the curse of The Beldam’s Eye grisly reality?
An Excerpt From The Beldam’s Eye
A pillow with the words God Bless This Mess stitched across the middle immediately flew at his head. He ducked and charged into the wind tunnel that was supposed to be a guest bedroom. The windows were shut, but curtains billowed into the middle of the room and cutesy Americana-flavored decorations rolled across the floor like tumbleweed.
“Where is she?” Ras yelled over the roar of the wind.
“Over there in the corner!” Betty Ann answered.
Yeats immediately snapped a picture of the corner. The spirit box spat out a photograph, and he waited for the image to develop, throwing one arm up to protect himself from a flying quilt.
“Mrs. Walsh, you might want to wait downstairs,” Ras said. “We don’t want you to get hurt.”
Betty Ann was halfway back down the hall when Yeats yelled, “Ras, we’ve got a rogue here.” A portrait of Jesus Christ, the kind where the eyes were always on you, tumbled to the ground.
Ras dodged a potted plant and examined the image. Something that used to be a young woman in a red dress stood in the corner, her long back hair flying in all directions as though she’d been struck by lightning. The wind spirit’s skin was mostly chalky, save for just around her eyes where the flesh was bloated and black. Her fingers were smeared with dried blood.
She had no pupils, just black marbles where eyes should be, and yet Ras could still tell she was staring straight at the spirit box.
He could also tell she was pretty pissed off.
About Jennifer Rainey:
Jennifer Rainey was raised by wolves who later sold her to gypsies. She then joined the circus at the age of ten. There, she was the flower girl in the famed Bearded Bride of Beverly Hills show until the act was discontinued (it was discovered that the bearded lady was actually a man). From there, she wandered around the country selling novelty trucker hats with vaguely amusing sayings printed on front. Somehow, she made enough money to go to The Ohio State University for a major in English.
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