Keta Diablo, Bestselling Amazon, and Award-Winning Author is here to tell us about her new release and…about how she saw ghosts as a child!
Comes A Specter is Book 2 in Keta’s Ghostland series.
About Comes A Specter
Six months ago, Anya Fleming’s ten-year-old son, Willie-boy, found his father hanging in the barn. Traumatized over his father’s suicide, the boy hasn’t spoken a word since. Now, Willie-boy has come down with a grave, unknown illness and there’s only one man who can save him, Sutter Sky, a learned Blackfoot shaman known as Yellow Smoke—a shaman who was once deeply in love with Anya.
But Fate had other plans for Anya and Sutter—she was forced to marry Lewis Fleming, a cruel man who berated her night and day, and brokenhearted Sutter immersed himself in the mystical customs and beliefs of his People and became a shaman
As if Anya didn’t have enough to deal with after her husband’s death and son’s illness, an evil, sinister ghost is terrorizing their ranch. Anya is convinced the spirit is Lewis, who apparently isn’t done making her life miserable.
When she turns to Yellow Smoke for help, will he put aside his bitterness and save Willie-boy? And can the renowned shaman dispel the powerful ghost from their lives and send him back to Hades?
Read the 5-star reviews here and how one reader said the ‘ghost’ scared the bejeebers out of her (she still gave the book 5 stars)
Setup and Excerpt from the book: Our hero, a Blackfoot shaman by the name of Yellow Smoke, confronts the ghost. His Christian name is Sutter Sky.
“Make my enemy brave and strong, so that if defeated, I will not be ashamed.”
Tendrils of darkness breached the room as Sutter slipped through the window of Anya’s room. He didn’t want Willie-boy to see him dressed for war, the ebony handprints –chin to cheek—the tunic and leggings splashed with blood red paint. If he didn’t return, he wanted the boy to remember how he looked the last time he saw him. A misty cloud of energy trailed Sutter as he sprinted through the woods, a sign the wraith was on the prowl and primed for killing. That suited Sutter just fine. He had one goal in mind—lead the ghost toward the pit. He’d worry about how to implement the second part of his plan when the time came. An odious stench spiraled up his nostrils, another potent omen the heavy, scuffing footsteps behind him belonged to Ten Wounds.
Moments later, a cry from the dead and damned cleaved the dark, chilling Sutter’s blood. No wonder Lewis had cracked, no wonder Anya and Willie-boy were terrified of the evil spirit. No wonder Cobb had said, ‘Run, brother. Take Anya and run.’ Close, the Zeuzeu was close now. Sutter imagined the ghost’s rank breath stirring the long, dark hair at the nape of his neck.
The pit loomed ahead. Sutter spotted the pine branches and broken boughs he’d placed over the illusory grave. “Now or never”, he said to the full moon overhead and came to an abrupt halt. Drawing a deep breath, he mustered up his courage and turned to face Ten Wounds. A haze of gray mist swirled around the spirit’s form, his human form. If the situation weren’t so serious, Sutter could have shouted with joy.
He took in the ghost’s visage. A quiver hung from his shoulder stocked with sharp, pointed arrows—a sign he’d transformed into the fierce warrior who once walked the earth. Steeped in blood (no doubt from his recent kills), his clothing hung in tatters around his massive frame—a vest made of animal hides, a breechcloth and fringed leggings. Sutter’s gaze traveled to his painted, pock-marked face. Yellow and white stripes marked his forehead and chin, and black circles blended into his dark eyes. For a brief second, Sutter’s insides quivered and ropes of tension knotted every cord and fiber of his body. Bleary, unearthly eyes speared Sutter when the wraith raised a hand of claw-like fingers and pointed at his enemy’s chest.
The wind, much like the sound of a thousand women wailing, keened into the deafening silence. Fire exploded from the ghost’s eyes—flames the fires of Hell couldn’t compete with. Sutter shouted over the infernal noise and flames. “You are not welcome here! Hear my words, you are dead!”
Like a misty cloud of energy, Ten Wounds lurched forward, a staccato rhythm of hisses and howls spewing from his foam-drooling mouth. Sutter had never imagined such a demonic apparition.
About Keta Diablo
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of gorgeous woodland. When she isn’t writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature. A pair of barn owls returns to the property every year to birth their young and show them off in the high branches of the oak trees. Nothing more adorable than these white fluffy babies with heart-shaped faces. A lifelong animal lover, Keta devotes her time and support to the local animal shelter. Emma LaPounce, a rescued feline, has been her furry companion for the last ten years.
Keta is an award-winning and best-selling author who writes in several genres: Western Romance, Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance and Contemporary Romance. In a past life, she wrote Gay Romance. Her books have received numerous accolades, including RWA contest finalist, Authors After Dark finalist, Top Pick of the Month and Recommended Review from top review sites, and Best Romance Finalist from The Independent Author Network.
And now…about those ghosts. When Keta was three years old, her family lived in a very old house, complete with plastered walls and tin ceilings. Her mother thinks the house was 100 years old back in the 1950s. Keta’s bedroom was off the kitchen, and her mother had a devil of a time getting her to sleep every night. Keta insisted she saw little men starting down at her from the ceiling. Perched on the curved molding, they never spoke, never smiled, but seemed innately curious about the little girl in the bed.
Night after night, she’d tell her mother the men were back, and night after night her mother scanned every corner of the room and insisted she couldn’t see anything. Frustrated, Keta couldn’t understand why her mom couldn’t see them when they were so alive and vivid to her.
When Keta was five, they moved to a newly constructed home in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. Keta was certain she would no longer see the strange little men staring down at her from the ceiling in this home. And she was right…the little creatures were gone but in their place a man appeared in her bedroom closet. She never saw his face, but clearly saw his brown trousers with the neat crease and the black shiny shoes. Most nights, she ended up on the floor in her brothers’ room where she felt safe.
Some psychologists say children and animals DO see ghosts because they’ve never been taught not to. The spirits are caught between worlds and still live among us until they can finally move on.
Not long ago, Keta’s was looking through her back list of books and realized how many had ghosts between the pages. The dead spirits didn’t play a major role, but one way or another walked on to the stage as secondary characters.
She’s always been fascinated with spirits/ghosts and that curiosity has led to hours of research. Do they exist? Or is it just a child’s wild imagination that sees them?
How about you? Have you ever seen a ghost, and do you believe they exist? I’d love to know.
Thanks so much for reading about my latest release and about my childhood experience with spirits that walk between two worlds.
Happy ghost hunting! And may all your reads take you to places you’ve only dreamed about.
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