Blurb: Everyone thinks Harper Young killed her boyfriend. No one will say it to her face, but the signs are everywhere. It’s almost been a year since Gavin was torn from Harper’s arms and brutally murdered. The police wrote it off as a freak accident, deciding Harper’s strange testimony was given under duress. But she knows something unnatural was involved and refuses to stop looking until she finds his killer, even if it means her reputation as a senior is ruined. Even if it means there really are monsters living among us. With the discovery of the mothmen, witches, vampires and all the creatures she always suspected were out there, Harper finds herself amidst a complex bundle of unseen heroes who call themselves "Keepers", sworn to keep the secret of the paranormal creatures that walk this earth. As she tries to understand what’s so special about her that she’s able to break an old Keeper law, Harper has a baffling vision of kissing a mysterious guy before a blade is brought down on him. Before she can get a handle on her future, she becomes central to a battle between the questionable “heroes� and the evil she’s been training to fight, leaving her to wonder if there’s any way to change the fate that has been foretold before it’s too late.
It’s
funny how things can change with the passing of time. Well maybe not
so much things as people. And maybe not so much funny as just
peculiar.
A
year ago I would’ve been with my boyfriend Gavin, hanging with our
friends while the guys played video games, or trying to find a place
to fool around without being disturbed. I never missed any of Gavin’s
games in all three seasons, and waited for him by our lockers between
classes, sometimes just to steal a kiss. We spent every free moment
together when he didn’t work or have practice, and nights I didn’t
have dance class, which really didn’t leave us much extra time
outside of school. Still we managed to be the kind of “it” couple
everyone else found nauseating because we were that into each other.
But
all of that was before the night that forever changed my life–before
everyone decided I killed him.
No
one will say it to my face, but it’s so obvious they think I
actually murdered Gavin. As if I would actually want to hurt the guy
I was in love with. Still, I see it in their eyes, the way they avoid
crossing my path as if I’ll snap and go after them next. I hear it
in their accusatory whispers that fill the hallways as I pass by. The
signs that I’m generally considered guilty are everywhere.
Although
I’ve become better at ignoring the ridiculous rumors, they still
have a way of festering, worming their way into my heart that’s
already been shattered. Because I still miss Gavin, more and more
every day. And I’d do anything to see him one last time.
It’s
the reason I sit alone against his headstone as I’ve done a dozen
times in the past year, anxiously waiting for the ghost of my dead
boyfriend. I’ve researched anything and everything I could find on
communicating with spirits, hopeful that if I made contact with
Gavin, he could tell me what attacked him. I once tried using a Ouija
board from the hippie store downtown, but the only strange thing that
happened was a sporadic flicker of my bedroom lights.
The
moon’s bright enough that I can make out the ordinary sights of the
cemetery. Granite of all different colors and shapes bearing the
names of mothers and fathers missed by a list of grieving children,
tall crosses and stone angels watching over those with particular
religious beliefs, even an old crypt with the remains of some rich,
local celebrity who died so long ago that no one knows much about him
anymore. There’s a damp, sweet smell embedded in the air, still
lingering from the brief rain shower earlier in the afternoon.
Although I’m not really afraid, my breaths sound extraordinarily
shallow, and I swear I can feel the dirt wheezing underneath me.
I
don’t believe in the whole thought process behind cemeteries—a
place to bury your dead loved ones under the ground where their
bodies are left to rot and decay among the tree roots and bugs, only
to stand over them while trying not to picture their exposed bones
grinning up at you through six feet of dirt. It’s hard not to
picture postmortem Gavin, his beautiful face marred by the thing that
attacked him.
Times
like this when my mind is free to roam, when I actually sit down to
piece everything together, I can’t help but wonder if his death
really was my fault.
You can find Paranormal Keepers on Goodreads You can buy Paranormal Keepers here: - Amazon - Barnes & Noble About the Author: Jen Naumann grew up in southern Minnesota as an addict of such flicks as Indiana Jones and The Goonies until she discovered John Hughes, and spent her high school days locked away writing love stories with a sci-fi/paranormal twist. Married to a farmer in southern Minnesota, she tries to follow the madness of her four active children while balancing an imagination that never shuts down. As the author of CHEATING DEATH, SHYMERS, AND PARANORMAL KEEPERS, she writes stories with strong female leads who have a good sense of humor and tend to fall in love despite their better judgment. You can find and contact Jen Naumann here: - Website - Facebook - Twitter - Goodreads - Pinterest
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