Tortured Souls (Orion Circle #1)Release Date: July 2014
Summary from Goodreads:
Sometimes Rest in Peace isn't an option.
Kacie Ramsey sees ghosts—and it's ruining her life. Her mother left, her father blames her, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't keep the ghosts away. Now a new power has emerged. Nightly visions of grisly murders and a relentless predator draw her to the brink of insanity.
When the phantom appears at a party, Kacie's longtime crush, Logan, saves her. He invites her to join the Orion Circle, a group of supernatural hunters with chapters in schools all over the country. Through the Circle, Kacie learns to embrace her spiritual powers, and for the first time in her life she feels in control rather than a victim.
But the Foxblood Demon will not give up so easily. A demented serial killer in life who trapped the souls of the thirteen children he murdered, imprisoning them within the walls of his mansion. Now in death, he plots his return while drawing power from the pure souls of the children. He recognizes something in Kacie he's never seen before—a medium powerful enough to provide a vessel for his tainted soul.
Kacie can't ignore the tortured souls of the children crying out to her every night. With Logan at her side, she will fight the Foxblood Demon. But can they banish this powerful phantom, or will Kacie lose not only her body, but her eternal soul to the monster.
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Excerpt
Excerpt
from Chapter One ~ Something Wicked
Deafening music shakes the
walls, vibrates the floor, and pounds a rhythmic beat in my skull. Gyrating
bodies turn every bit of space into a dance floor. Sweat breaks out on my
forehead, and my heart races. Strobe lights flash, teens dance with wild
abandon. Shrieking laughter bubbles around me.
“Gotta
take a leak!” my dance partner shouts over the music.
He races
off, weaving through the thick wall of bodies. Mike or Mick or something—I
didn’t catch the name he yelled when he asked me to dance. Doesn’t matter, he
wasn’t my type at all. I mean, the guy guzzled beer while dancing. After
grabbing a diet soda from a nearby cooler, I’m about to search for my friends
when a dark feeling washes over me. My feet refuse to move, and I stand rooted
in place.
The once
loud music is now hollow in my ears. I gasp for breath, choking on the lack of
air around me. Tiny hairs on the nape of my neck rise to attention. Something
wicked is behind me. I know I’m the only one here who feels a difference in air
pressure. An oppressive weight presses against my skin, making me feel as
though I’m underwater. I blink a few times, watching the people around me
continue their manic dancing—oblivious to the bogeyman that just entered the
room.
Afraid
to turn around, I stand my ground, sipping my soda. I pretend I’m unaware of
the shuffling noises behind me, sounds I shouldn’t be able to hear over the
blaring music. Swaying my hips, I hum along with the music, trying to ignore
the ominous presence crushing me.
Whatever
it is, I can’t let it know I sense it. Evil pours off it in waves, blanketing
the entire room. I close my eyes, willing the creature to go away, return to
whatever mausoleum or grave it calls home. Malevolent spirits feed on fear. I
must control mine at all costs.
When I
open my eyes, I’m gazing into the face of an angel. Not literally, but he may
as well be in my book. Logan glances behind me, and I know he sees the spirit.
He doesn’t gasp or scream or faint dead away. His golden eyes narrow as though
he’s in a staring contest with the specter.
“You’re
not welcome here,” Logan says to the presence behind me. He meets my gaze
again. “You know it’s there.”
It’s not
a question but a statement. I nod, a weak bob of my head, unsure whether this
intimate moment with my dream guy is a good thing or not. Meeting over a nasty
phantom is not my idea of romantic. And yet I can’t stop staring at the way his
blue t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders and chest—how his light brown hair curls around
his earlobes. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. For six weeks I’ve wanted
out of the friendship box with Logan, but I was hoping for girlfriend, not crazy girl.
“Kassandra,”
a voice rasps behind me.
Praise
“Tortured Souls was a
wonderful YA read. It was light and enjoyable all the way through. From the
romance, to the thrills, this book was fantastic. YA lovers, this is definitely
a book you'll want to check out.” ~ Farrah at Imagine a World
“Tortured souls by Kimber
Wheaton........ omg!! Great book!!!! This is one you don't want to miss out on.” ~ Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock
“The
plot is wonderfully spooky with just the right amount of suspense and mystery
to keep the pages turning.” ~ James Luby– Amazon Reviewer
Favorite Quotes
Even
with the ghosts and a creepy innkeeper, I think this is the best night of my
life. ~Kacie
“You’re
not alone anymore, Kacie. You can talk to me whenever you want, even two in the
morning if needed.” ~Logan
“I am Lucas Yardley,”
the man yells as he sprays the area with bullets. “I am the son of our God Lucifer—the new Anti-Christ! Your tiny bullets
cannot harm me!” Those are the crazed man’s last words before a bullet
pierces his forehead, forever silencing him.
“Can
bagels really cancel out a ghostly homicidal maniac?” I ask, glancing up at him
with a grin.
“You’re
right,” Logan says with a groan. “Should’ve got doughnuts.”
About the Author
Kimber Leigh Wheaton is a YA/NA author with a soft spot for sweet romance. She is married to her soul mate, has a teenage son, and shares her home with three dogs, four cats, and lots of dragons. No, she doesn’t live on a farm, she just loves animals. She is addicted to romance, videogames, superheroes, villains, and chocolate—not necessarily in that order. (If she has to choose, she’ll take a chocolate covered superhero!) She currently lives in San Antonio, TX but has been somewhat a rolling stone in life, having resided in several different cities and states.
Kimber Leigh Wheaton is a YA/NA author with a soft spot for sweet romance. She is married to her soul mate, has a teenage son, and shares her home with three dogs, four cats, and lots of dragons. No, she doesn’t live on a farm, she just loves animals. She is addicted to romance, videogames, superheroes, villains, and chocolate—not necessarily in that order. (If she has to choose, she’ll take a chocolate covered superhero!) She currently lives in San Antonio, TX but has been somewhat a rolling stone in life, having resided in several different cities and states.
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