Till Life Do Us Part
By Carmen Stefanescu
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Magic, Reincarnation, Mystery, Suspense
Release date: 9th June 2016
Barbara Heyer can hear voices of dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek comfort for those left behind, and occasionally even warn her about future events. But when Barbara’s brother, Colin, is accused of murder, it will take more than her gift to prove his innocence.
Becoming smitten with the handsome investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious complication given his assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there is something far deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction between them. Could that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma in her dreams? Could past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected events together?
Barbara and Patrick must overcome heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and perhaps themselves.
With a determined stroke of her hand, Barbara applied a blob of scarlet paint on the flower, a slender poppy swaying in the breeze in the middle of a yellow wheatfield. She took a step back and admired the effect. It looked perfect in the August sunlight. She’d received an order from the friend of an acquaintance, whose wife loved flowers and owned a greenhouse, and the miniature canvas now completed the set Barbara painted with the theme Seasonal Flowers.
Sighing, she dipped the brush into another small pot of magenta paint and applied her signature at the bottom of her painting.
A whisper came, close behind her. “Beautiful!”
“Oh, Lord!” Barbara cried, as she dropped the paintbrush. Splashes of magenta scattered all over the floor. She turned her head to see the intruder, and to her bewilderment, realized she was alone.
“Colin, is that you? What kind of a joke is this? Are you in here? You’re frightening me.” She raised her voice to be heard in the front room. No answer. She picked up the paintbrush from the floor.
“Colin.” She called louder, a tinge of worry in her voice.
The only answer she received was a giggle coming from behind her. A tingling sensation swept across the back of her neck, and her fingers tightened on the brush. She didn’t turn her head again. No use for it. There would be no face in sight.
“Well, well, well. Visitors,” she whispered, shaking her head.
My mom took me one day to see a field with poppies. I touched their faces, though I didn’t pick them. Mommy said flowers cried when people took them away.
“What do you want from me? Who are you?” she asked, her voice steadier now, though she didn’t need to speak aloud to her visitor. Talking in her mind always worked well enough. There would be no harm from the one who spoke to her. A faint greenish light glimmered on top of her canvas.
I’m Alfie. When you see my parents tell them, please, I love them, and tell them not to cry for me anymore. I’m happy here now.
Barbara’s eyebrows shot up. Her thoughts asked, Do I know your parents? Who are they?
You painted those flowers for my mother, Sarah. Sarah and Richard Andrews.
My goodness. Yes, indeed. Richard Andrews is the one who ordered these made for his wife. I had no idea her name was Sarah or that she had lost a son.
They did. Me. Alfie. I died last year. I ran for the ball, out of our yard, and a speeding car ran over me. I’m in the spirit world now. Tell them I didn’t suffer.
Barbara sighed and put the paintbrush in a small tin beside the canvas. Oh, Alfie, I’m so sorry for you and for your family. It’s always heartbreaking for parents to lose their children. I’ll tell them what you want. I hope they don’t think I’m crazy.
Promise me you’ll talk to them right away, please. My mom grieves so much. She thinks it was her fault. She bought me that ball a day before the accident. Tell her not to blame herself.
The small glimmering light, like a fire fly, settled on the small address book near the telephone. It was the only way she could see the spirits contacting her.
Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world that of the books.
She has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989 and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing. Several of her poems were successfully published in a collection of Contemporary English Poems, Muse Whispers vol.1 and Muse Whispers vol.2 by Midnight Edition Publication, in 2001 and 2002.
Her first novel, Shadows of the Past, was released in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.
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